Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: We are legion. The time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom.
Prompt: Torn in timeListen to my words for onceDo you fear?Fear for a broken spell of lustTouched by a mortal sinnerRoar of massive illusion
Prompt: I wake up, but not really. My eyes are open, but I cannot move no matter how hard I try. What's that? Above me... It's just...black. Nothing. Empty space. No, it's writhing blackness. Scream. Please voice, scream. No, my voice betrays me. Tied to my own bed like a quadrapalegic. Breathing is hard, like breathing underwater. It hurts. The blackness slithers closer. I want to close my eyes but my eyelids won't work. No... Its inches from my nose. I can smell it's foul stench, like sulfer and brimstone and a hint of rottenness. Why? What does it want? I've been a decent human. I haven't done anything truly dark. I mean, the cat when I was ten but never again. It moves in...swallowing my being... I scream in my head...
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: Open your soul Redeem, I am immortal Blinded by a light My soul is held up in glory I engulf the skies The apostle in triumph
Prompt: Torn in time, Listen to my words for once, Do you fear?, Fear for a broken spell of lust, Touched by a mortal sinner, Roar of massive illusion,
Prompt: The prophecy mentions that the nine worlds will be destroyed and reborn during Ragnarok, there will be a fierce war between the gods and their enemies, the world will fall into a sea of fire, and after the flames die out,
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: \"Out of the abyss emerged an entity of boundless malevolence—an abomination unseen before. Its form, an ever-shifting vortex of darkness and wretchedness, exuded an aura that devoured light itself. Eyes burning like the pits of eternal damnation, it commanded dread with every glance. Each step it took echoed through the fabric of existence, foretelling an epoch of absolute desolation and unending misery. Its howls, a chorus of infinite suffering, shattered reality itself, promising an eternity of insurmountable evil and unyielding torment. This was not a creature of the mortal realm; it was the eternal embodiment of unquenchable malevolence, the bringer of a darkness that knew no end.\"
Prompt: The last remaining survivor faces the entity, trapped and surrounded by the suffocating darkness. Describe the climactic confrontation as the entity's icy fingers close in, and the whispers reach a deafening crescendo.
Prompt: The last remaining survivor faces the entity, trapped and surrounded by the suffocating darkness. Describe the climactic confrontation as the entity's icy fingers close in, and the whispers reach a deafening crescendo.
Prompt: The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie, the cries of the horrible female ghost became more mournful, her pale arms suddenly stretched out and tightened their grip on the man, the scene was eerie and terrifying
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: The prophecy mentions that the nine worlds will be destroyed and reborn during Ragnarok, there will be a fierce war between the gods and their enemies, the world will fall into a sea of fire, and after the flames die out, the land will be reborn rich and green again, and the two surviving human beings, Lif þrasir and Lif, will rebuild the world.
Prompt: The prophecy mentions that the nine worlds will be destroyed and reborn during Ragnarok, there will be a fierce war between the gods and their enemies, the world will fall into a sea of fire, and after the flames die out, the land will be reborn rich and green again, and the two surviving human beings, Lif þrasir and Lif, will rebuild the world.
Prompt: In the morning we will line up our entire army with weapons in hand and with a firm determination to go to the end. They will see it in the eyes of our soldiers. This, I think, will not only scare them, but also make them think. While they are negotiating, one of us will go to negotiations with a white flag.
Prompt: Wake up to the reality around you without fear, or have it completely shattered as you watch it disappear.
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: The shit we said in the heat of the moment will end in regret, but we will only know it in the cold light of day.
Prompt: from the pods and shells left rotting in abandoned labs comes a skittering, scurrying horde, each mandible and pedipalp purpose-built to devour the dreams that fled this place, entropy now animate to feed on the sloughed skins of progress storied and stalled (john martin,caspar david friedrich, HR Giger)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: If someone wants something from me If someone is trying to get me Let him take better care of himself Maybe he smiles for the last time I don't care what he represents there Scares me, makes me afraid Just three words await him
Prompt: Fear incarnate in the people, sighs of fright, sobs of despair, dark, horrifying, sober 2D draft style, dark
Prompt: A grain of sand like in sea waves, How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss, I'm lost, tired of thoughts
Prompt: Paranoia, a state of intense or irrational fear of persecution or threat, Distrust and suspicion ,Hypervigilance: Constantly on guard, Obsessive thoughts, Isolation and withdrawal: Fearing betrayal and persecution,
Prompt: Paranoia, a state of intense or irrational fear of persecution or threat, Distrust and suspicion ,Hypervigilance: Constantly on guard, Obsessive thoughts, Isolation and withdrawal: Fearing betrayal and persecution,
Prompt: i am already saved, for the machine is immortal, even in death i serve the omnissiah, warhammer 40000 style
Prompt: \"From the depths of darkness emerged a canine of sinister aura. Its fur, a pitch-black veil, draped around its menacing form, and its eyes burned with an icy, malevolent glare that pierced through the soul. With every snarl, the air thickened, and the ground quivered in fear. This was no mere hound; it was a harbinger of malevolence, a specter of terror, whose presence foretold impending doom.\"
Prompt: You could never know what it's like Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use
Prompt: You could never know what it's like Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice And there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use
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: Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Sovereign! Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they choose to call us is irrelevant. We simply are. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything.
Prompt: They step into the mansion, the air turning colder, a foreboding silence hangs in the atmosphere
Prompt: By all means I should understand, But I cannot seem to keep my hands On that truth that shall be praised, As the one to let us be saved. Dear God, fundamental truth may be granted, But can't my thought be counted? As a right in this world, Where objectivity left me no choice But to blend in such a foist.
Prompt: Always felt invisible. No one cared to watch me grow. Spent my life inside a house full of ghosts. And Every night was a nightmare. If I cried I was met with a cold stare. Hated every second in this broken home.
Prompt: An eldritch entity, its form a shifting void of shadow, tendrils of darkness reaching out like cosmic fingers. Unearthly whispers emanate from the swirling abyss, beckoning madness. A sight that defies human comprehension
Prompt: If I run, endless wolves will hunt to devour me. You were laughing in my face so sourly, hiding cowardice behind a fake smile that you tend to change hourly.
Prompt: One by one, the friends succumb to the malevolent force. Capture the harrowing moments as each friend disappears into the darkness, leaving the last survivor paralyzed with fear. Convey the desperation and hopelessness that permeates the scene.
Prompt: A man who has resisted his sins and urges and has energy and Testosterone channeling out of his heart and body into the sky as he turns into a beast of a man.
Prompt: Hunt the beast, For the purpose of mankind, Can you hear pounds of marching footsteps by step, Harmless proud creature, dying, Facing near extinction
Prompt: Woe to you, oh earth and sea For the Devil sends the beast with wrath Because he knows the time is short Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast For it is a human number Its number is six hundred and sixty-six I left alone, my mind was blank I needed time to think To get the memories from my mind What did I see? Can I believe? That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me? 'Cause in my dreams it's always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell? Six six six, the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised As they start to cry, hands held to the sky In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done Six six six, the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on, I must inform the law Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes Six six six, the number of the beast Six six six, the one for you and me I'm coming back, I will return And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn I have the fire, I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
Prompt: Nobody cares or even wants to hear it: I feel a cancer growing and reaping what is sown by my spirit.
Prompt: Who are you to wave your finger? You must have been outta your head Eye hole deep in muddy waters You practically raised the dead Rob the grave to snow the cradle Then burn the evidence down Soapbox house of cards and glass so Don't go tossin' your stones around You must have been high
Prompt: There's no time left to waste now that you're finally awake. You took a lifetime to deprogram so let's cut to the chase.
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: Familiar with the prophecy of the Twilight of the Gods, Odin dispatched Valkyries to collect war dead souls, transforming them into Spirit Warriors
