Prompt: The desolate cabin stood as a forgotten relic in the heart of the ancient forest, its timeworn façade a testament to the mysteries it held within. Braving the eerie silence, I stepped into the dimly lit room, where a lone candle flickered, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to dance in anticipation. My gaze was drawn to a mirror tucked away in the corner, a neglected relic concealed by layers of dust. As I wiped it clean, the glass revealed a reflection that defied the laws of nature. My features contorted into a grotesque, malevolent grin that seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy. Panic set in as I attempted to break free from the mirror's sinister grasp, but the reflection held me captive, mocking me in the dim candlelight. The room itself seemed to respond to the unholy presence. The air grew thick with an unnatural tension, and the temperature plummeted as though the very essence of the cabin recoiled from the malevolence that had been unleashed. Shadows twisted and warped, and the walls seemed to pulsate with an unseen heartbeat. Just as I considered fleeing, the candle extinguished with a spectral gust of wind. The cabin plunged into an abyssal darkness, leaving me vulnerable to the sinister forces at play. In the oppressive blackness, the distorted laughter echoed, each chilling note resonating with a cacophony of malevolent voices. Fumbling for my phone, I sought the comfort of light, but it remained stubbornly inert. The air constricted around me as an icy breath whispered through the void, \"You shouldn't have disturbed me.\" With a disorienting jolt, the cabin's reality shifted. Walls twisted and contorted, and I stumbled forward into a nightmarish abyss. The malicious laughter intensified, a symphony of malevolence that clawed at my sanity. The unseen force played with my senses, weaving tales of ancient curses and forgotten sins. In the suffocating darkness, I realized I was ensnared in a realm between worlds, trapped in a malevolent dimension that fed on the fear it instilled. The mirror, now a pulsating gateway, radiated an ominous energy. The malevolent grin in the reflection began to morph into something more grotesque. Its features twisted and elongated, revealing a monstrous visage that seemed to materialize from the very fabric of the shadows. As the mirror's surface shattered, a guttural wail echoed through the void, and the grotesque entity emerged into the cabin. It was a nightmarish amalgamation of shifting shadows and contorted limbs, its form ever-changing and impossible to comprehend. Eyes gleamed with an unholy light, and serrated tendrils extended towards me, reaching from the depths of its formless existence. I felt a paralyzing fear as the eldritch entity closed in, its presence overwhelming and suffocating. The darkness itself seemed to cling to its monstrous form, and the very air pulsed with malevolence. In the final moments, the grotesque entity enveloped me, and I became one with the shadows, lost to the eldritch horrors that lurked within the accursed cabin. The once-silent forest absorbed the echoes of my demise, concealing its malevolent secrets until the next unsuspecting soul would awaken its dormant terrors.
Prompt: In the quiet of the spacious room, there stood an old and worn wooden cupboard. It had been in this house for as long as anyone could remember; seemingly unremarkable in its appearance and purpose. Yet, as I was to discover, there was much more to this small piece of furniture than met the eye. For it held a secret; a hidden portal that led to a world beyond our own. As I pushed aside the coats and stepped inside, I felt a tingle of excitement and nervousness, for I knew not what lay before me. As the door closed behind me, I felt a sudden rush of wind and then... I was elsewhere, in a land full of magic, adventure and wonder. It was then that I knew that this modest cupboard was not what it seemed, but rather a doorway to a fantastical world, and I was one of the fortunate few to cross its threshold. (mark ryden, tim burton, gerald brom, gris grimly)
Prompt: In the quiet of the spacious room, there stood an old and worn wooden cupboard. It had been in this house for as long as anyone could remember; seemingly unremarkable in its appearance and purpose. Yet, as I was to discover, there was much more to this small piece of furniture than met the eye. For it held a secret; a hidden portal that led to a world beyond our own. As I pushed aside the coats and stepped inside, I felt a tingle of excitement and nervousness, for I knew not what lay before me. As the door closed behind me, I felt a sudden rush of wind and then... I was elsewhere, in a land full of magic, adventure and wonder. It was then that I knew that this modest cupboard was not what it seemed, but rather a doorway to a fantastical world, and I was one of the fortunate few to cross its threshold. (mark ryden, tim burton, gerald brom, edward gorey, gris grimly, dave mckean, neil gaiman, shaun tan, charles addams)
Prompt: In the quiet of the spacious room, there stood an old and worn wooden cupboard. It had been in this house for as long as anyone could remember; seemingly unremarkable in its appearance and purpose. Yet, as I was to discover, there was much more to this small piece of furniture than met the eye. For it held a secret; a hidden portal that led to a world beyond our own. As I pushed aside the coats and stepped inside, I felt a tingle of excitement and nervousness, for I knew not what lay before me. As the door closed behind me, I felt a sudden rush of wind and then... I was elsewhere, in a land full of magic, adventure and wonder. It was then that I knew that this modest cupboard was not what it seemed, but rather a doorway to a fantastical world, and I was one of the fortunate few to cross its threshold. (mark ryden, tim burton, gerald brom, edward gorey, gris grimly, dave mckean, neil gaiman, shaun tan, charles addams)
Prompt: Frida Kahlo as an Aztec empress, surrounded by Cempasúchil flowers; surrealism, collage, mixed media; by James Bidgood, David LaChapelle, Erik Madigan Heck
Prompt: Painting the interior of an ultra futuristic chinese plants glass house inspired by Rebecca Dautremer, popsurrealism, robot punk futuriste,Zdzislaw Beksiński , Asian- futurist style, Dorothea tanning, tom bagshaw,Aurelie neyret and benjamin Lacombe
Prompt: Within the hallowed halls of a time-worn library, ancient books with weathered spines line towering shelves that seem to reach the heavens. Dim candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on dusty manuscripts and forgotten knowledge. The scent of aged parchment lingers in the air, and the silence is broken only by the occasional creak of wooden floors. The scene exudes a sense of wisdom and the timeless allure of knowledge hidden within the pages of history.
Prompt: /As the renowned adventurer Alan, your primary objective is to uncover the mysteries of the legend surrounding the lost crown and its unimaginable powers hidden within a forgotten cave. Standing at the edge of an ancient forest with towering mountains ahead, your immediate actions should involve investigating the unsettling hissing noises emanating from the woods. Additionally, consider exploring the rundown cabin at the mountain's base for potential clues. Time is of the essence; act swiftly before darkness descends completely, setting the stage for your epic quest.
Prompt: As the moonless night enveloped the decrepit mansion, the chilling howl of a solitary wolf echoed through the fog, while unseen hands whispered malevolence from the depths of the decaying woods.
Prompt: With the spell and powder in hand, Alan sets forth to the eastern woods, bolstered by the elf's encouraging smile and warning about the sprites' cunning nature. Leaving the wizard's cabin, he navigates deeper into the forest, where the ambiance grows increasingly ominous, punctuated by eerie noises. Soon, he discovers a concealed entrance marked by peculiar symbols and stones, likely the sprites' hideout. Approaching cautiously, he tightly grips the shimmering powder, ready to chant the spell at a moment's notice.
Prompt: You decide to explore the dilapidated hut. The wooden door is half-open, and upon entering, you discover it to be the abode of a wizard. In the center of the room lies an ancient desk adorned with an unfinished divination map and several vials of potions. Suddenly, a green elf emerges from the corner, looking visibly distressed. Green Elf: \"Oh, who are you? How did you come here?\" Response: /You explain that you are here to explore the abandoned hut and inquire about the identity of the green elf and his purpose in this place. The elf seems hesitant at first but eventually reveals that he is the assistant to the wizard and has been trapped in this hut for some time. He informs you that the wizard has recently been conducting dangerous magical experiments and warns you to be cautious. You must now decide whether to help the elf escape or continue to explore the other secrets within the hut.
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: fractal spiral planet sphere cosmos artwork hd 3d 32k abstract weed leaf decor amazing beautiful illustration compilation mashup pile incredible art
Negative: blurry, ugly, far away
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: create an image in the style of a Rick and Morty comic, using the description “we see a blonde woman holding a gun leaning against a red car”
Prompt: fractal spiral planet sphere cosmos artwork hd 3d 32k abstract weed leaf decor amazing beautiful illustration compilation mashup pile incredible art
Negative: blurry, ugly, far away
Style: Anime
Prompt: This high-end living room exudes a sophisticated charm with its clean lines, neutral color palette, and luxurious materials. Plush, custom-designed furniture complements the sleek marble flooring, while large windows allow natural light to accentuate the curated art pieces adorning the walls.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: /Alan decides to explore the dilapidated cabin, discovering it as a wizard's abode with an unfinished divination map and potion bottles on an ancient desk. Suddenly, a frantic green elf emerges from a corner, questioning Alan's presence and intentions.
Prompt: Alan's determination surged as he delved deeper into the forest, guided only by the dim light filtering through the thick canopy above. Each step was taken with caution, the whispering winds carrying tales of mischievous sprites that lurked within these woods. His senses heightened as he approached the concealed entrance, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or deception. The symbols etched around the entrance seemed to pulse with an eerie glow, hinting at the magical defenses the sprites had set up. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Alan prepared himself. With the vial of luminous powder tightly gripped in his hand and the ancient incantation at the forefront of his mind, he took a tentative step closer to the entrance. The weight of the task ahead pressed upon him, but with the elder elf's guidance and his own bravery, Alan was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Prompt: Geometric background gradient, add text NO KITCHEN ANY MORE. text centered and highlighted with white stroke, italicized.
Prompt: A Qin terracotta warrior wearing Mexican festival clothes, wearing sunglasses and American hip-hop style, sitting on the street of Mexico
Prompt: a small, forgotten town nestled between dense forests and decrepit buildings, there stood an abandoned mansion that cast a chilling shadow over the entire community.
Prompt: In the quiet twilight of an ancient forest, ethereal whispers dance through the rustling leaves. A lone wanderer, cloaked in shadows, treads upon a moss-covered path, guided by the mystical glow of fireflies. As the moonlight weaves a silver tapestry overhead, a forgotten melody resonates from unseen realms, awakening the spirits of the ancient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. In this surreal realm, time becomes an elusive concept, and the wanderer embarks on a journey that transcends the boundaries of ordinary existence, discovering the magic hidden within the heart of the mystical woods.
Prompt: In the quiet twilight of an ancient forest, ethereal whispers dance through the rustling leaves. A lone wanderer, cloaked in shadows, treads upon a moss-covered path, guided by the mystical glow of fireflies. As the moonlight weaves a silver tapestry overhead, a forgotten melody resonates from unseen realms, awakening the spirits of the ancient trees. The air is thick with enchantment, and the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. In this surreal realm, time becomes an elusive concept, and the wanderer embarks on a journey that transcends the boundaries of ordinary existence, discovering the magic hidden within the heart of the mystical woods.
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist wafted over the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned a desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of pages turning echoed in the silent night. The entire scene was enveloped in a mysterious atmosphere. On the ancient window, a vague face seemed to be reflected, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mysterious elements in this imagery convey the eerie ambiance of the story.
Prompt: As you approach the ancient mansion, the door swings open, revealing a darkness that seems to pulse with a malevolent energy. The scene is both ominous and alluring, tempting you to step inside and uncover its secrets.
Prompt: As the moonless night enveloped the decrepit mansion, the chilling howl of a solitary wolf echoed through the fog, while unseen hands whispered malevolence from the depths of the decaying woods
Prompt: My temple 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,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: My temple 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,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: Capture the isolation of the cabin on the mountain, with shots of the wind rustling through the surrounding trees and the cabin standing alone against the darkening sky.
Prompt: Conclude the story with a glimpse into the legend that persists—on moonless nights, the abandoned mansion still echoes with chilling whispers. Describe the sense of warning and foreboding that lingers, hinting at the eternal curse awaiting those who dare to unlock the secrets within.
Prompt: Empty room, shadows linger, solemn silence, stillness remains, remnants of life, grief-stricken, abandoned spaces, haunting echoes, somber atmosphere, memories linger, void presence, melancholic solitude, aftermath unfolds, quiet aftermath, emotional remnants, traces of existence
Prompt: An ominous chamber, shrouded in darkness, where the air is thick with an unexplainable sense of dread and foreboding.
Prompt: Late at night, the room is filled with a chilling darkness, with the only source of light being the pale glow emanating from the computer screen. An oppressive silence permeates the room, broken only by the sound of keystrokes and the faint sliding of the mouse, echoing in the air. The glow from the computer screen casts a pallid and weary complexion on the face. Eyes, bloodshot and tired from prolonged staring at the screen, speak of the toll taken by the relentless work. Time seems to freeze in this dark space, and the ticking of the seconds becomes pronounced, each tick sounding like a low murmur from the abyss. Outside the room, the wind whispers softly, occasionally accompanied by distant barks of dogs or the rumble of passing cars, adding a layer of eerie ambiance. Shadows in the corners of the room warp and contort under the screen's glow, as if harboring an invisible, ominous force. Piled on the computer desk are files and cups emitting a faint mildew odor, serving as a reminder of the passage of time and the weight of the work. Suddenly, a line of text on the computer screen begins to flicker, seemingly a warning or an unknown message, inducing an unexplainable sense of unease. The room, at this moment, appears to be cut off from the outside world, with only the computer screen and the sound of the keyboard existing, creating a feeling of isolation and fear within the digital realm. This late-night scene exudes an indescribable sense of oppression and strangeness, as if concealing countless unknown threats, prompting an instinctive desire to escape from this darkness and flee the terrifying setting of working in front of the computer late at night.
Prompt: Brave adventurer Alan must first investigate the source of the eerie hissing sound echoing from the forest to ensure his safety. Simultaneously, he should consider exploring the dilapidated cabin at the foot of the imposing mountains, searching for any clues related to the lost crown and the forgotten cave. Before darkness fully envelops the surroundings, he must make a wise decision on his next course of action to unravel the mysteries of this ancient legend.
Prompt: n the mysterious night of the deep forests of Greater Khingan, heavy snow descends upon the thick woods and the roof of the forest ranger's cabin, creating a vast expanse of pristine white.
Prompt: a backdrop of a dark and eerie forest, it would amplify the intensity of the man's expression. Imagine towering trees with spindly branches reaching out like fingers, shrouded in a thick, shadowy mist. The dim light barely penetrates the dense canopy, creating a play of light and shadow on the forest floor. The atmosphere would be quiet, with only the faintest rustle of leaves or distant, unidentifiable sounds breaking the silence. This haunting environment could suggest a narrative where the man is a solitary figure in a vast, foreboding wilderness, connected to the outside world only through the device in his hand. The contrast between the man's rugged, weathered appearance and the ominous, possibly supernatural forest setting would create a scene filled with tension and intrigue.
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: As the moon weaves its silver threads across a velvet sky, the Witching Hour descends upon a dimly lit wizard's chamber. In this bewitched sanctum, surrounded by tomes of ancient magic and crooked grimoires, incantations dance on the tongue of a wizard diligently summoning spirits. Wisps of smoke rise from bubbling cauldrons, carrying the scent of exotic herbs and enchanted potions. Pixies flutter by, their wings leaving trails of ethereal sparkles. Goblins, with misaligned teeth and twitching fingers, lurk on the fringes, eager to catch a glimpse of conjured wonders. This mystical muddle, a delicate balance of whispered spells and whispered secrets, casts a spell of mystery and enchantment upon all who dare to linger.
Prompt: As the moon weaves its silver threads across a velvet sky, the Witching Hour descends upon a dimly lit wizard's chamber. In this bewitched sanctum, surrounded by tomes of ancient magic and crooked grimoires, incantations dance on the tongue of a wizard diligently summoning spirits. Wisps of smoke rise from bubbling cauldrons, carrying the scent of exotic herbs and enchanted potions. Pixies flutter by, their wings leaving trails of ethereal sparkles. Goblins, with misaligned teeth and twitching fingers, lurk on the fringes, eager to catch a glimpse of conjured wonders. This mystical muddle, a delicate balance of whispered spells and whispered secrets, casts a spell of mystery and enchantment upon all who dare to linger.
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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 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: A cabin in the wood with glowing lamp. I'm inside the cabin and watching the snow fall out side
Prompt: In the forest at night, the vast sky is adorned with a bright moon. It hangs high in the darkness, like a silver plate suspended, emitting a soft glow. The moon, like an eye, flickers with a mysterious power, illuminating the dense forest, enveloping everything in the romance and tranquility of the night.
Prompt: In the forest at night, the vast sky is adorned with a bright moon. It hangs high in the darkness, like a silver plate suspended, emitting a soft glow. The moon, like an eye, flickers with a mysterious power, illuminating the dense forest, enveloping everything in the romance and tranquility of the night.
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
