Prompt: t was a young woman, about 20 years Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face, so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs, but there was a sort of blue light way back in her eyes sockets, and she had no nose to her face.
Prompt: The woman had a delicate face, half covered by her hair, half of her face was pale, and she didn't say anything all the way, which was creepy.
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: The setting was dark, a female ghost, pale, with bright red blood coming out of the corners of her eyes.
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: Phosphorescing cracks webbed across her smiling visage, skin shed to display living circuitry that hummed her adoring, endless litany to all who came wandering in her radiant, haunting shadow.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The shadowy figure, with hollow eyes and a twisted smile, lurked in the inky abyss, where whispers of dread danced with the echoes of despair.
Prompt: Underneath her skin and jewelry, hidden in her words and eyes is a wall that's cold and ugly and she's scared as hell. Trembling at the thought of feeling. Wide awake and keeping distance. Nothing seems to penetrate her. She's scared as hell.
Prompt: As time passed, Alice walked into another store and saw a strange man standing in the corner. His eyes emitted an evil light that made Alice feel uneasy. The man approached her and offered a mysterious item under extremely harsh conditions. Alice couldn't believe her ears. She firmly refused the deal, but the man didn't seem to be giving up.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine/platano gradient, (headshot:1.5), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, (headshot:2.0), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.9), headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbaed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: When I was a child, a girl died in the town. On the day of the burial, someone walking at night heard muffled kicking and punching coming from the new grave. No one believed it. A few years later, when the girl's parents moved the grave, they saw a gruesome scene, the coffin had decayed, the body had rotted, the bedding inside had been torn into strips, the dead man's hair had been yanked down by locks, and the dead man, who had been lying flat, was sitting on the corner of the coffin, with his fingers gouged into the black hole of the skull's eye!
Prompt: A princess with hair as black as night, skin as white as snow, and her eyes shining bright blue--ar9:16
Prompt: A princess with hair as black as night, skin as white as snow, and her eyes shining bright blue--ar 9:16
Prompt: Her face is filled with soft lines and natural harmony. Her skin is as white as snow, smooth and delicate, as if it were a perfect canvas. Her lips are soft and full, slightly upturned, giving a gentle impression. Her smile is sweet and charming, able to melt anyone's heart
Prompt: So, she was called Tatiana. Nor the beauty of his sister, Nor the freshness of her rosy It would not attract the eyes. Wild, sad, silent, How timid is the doe of the forest, She's in her own family Seemed like a stranger girl.Realism, photography.
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: 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 the middle of the darkened hall stood a female ghost in red, a low hissing sound as her form began to reveal itself. The female ghost's expression was distorted, and the female ghost's eyes bled
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: Her face, displaying timeless beauty, would reveal delicate features and captivating eyes. Her lips would stretch into an enigmatic smile, framed by wavy, carefully styled hair. The contour of her face would be elegantly defined. Her body, gracefully sculpted, would present a sinuous and slender silhouette. Her posture would be full of confidence, showcasing delicate shoulders and a defined waist. The contemporary outfit would hug her curves, combining chic and sophistication, perhaps a dress that would flatter her figure without being too revealing.
Prompt: Her face, displaying timeless beauty, would reveal delicate features and captivating eyes. Her lips would stretch into an enigmatic smile, framed by wavy, carefully styled hair. The contour of her face would be elegantly defined. Her body, gracefully sculpted, would present a sinuous and slender silhouette. Her posture would be full of confidence, showcasing delicate shoulders and a defined waist. The contemporary outfit would hug her curves, combining chic and sophistication, perhaps a dress that would flatter her figure without being too revealing. The Mona Lisa, in a modern version, would embody the perfect balance between classic grace and contemporary canons of beauty, capturing admiration with its timeless charm.
Prompt: In the dark altar of horror, a young European-American woman felt her mind being struck by a great shock, she tried to escape, but the power of the shadow ghost prevented her from getting away. In the boundless darkness, she felt a wave of indescribable pain and despair. The scenes are terrifying and chilling
Prompt: Fractal heatwaves shimmered up from laser-etched recall, her half-melted skull afire with all the wars and wonders curiouser now than anything outside this waking dream within the dreaming bones.
Negative: nudity
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: 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: 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: As the time traveler journeyed through the ages, he encountered a strange and terrifying creature - a cybernetic ghoul, its body a twisted fusion of flesh and machine. The ghoul's eyes glowed with an eerie blue light, and its metal limbs were covered in intricate circuitry. It moved with a jerky, mechanical motion, its movements almost insect-like. The time traveler knew that he had to be careful, for these creatures were known to be merciless and relentless in their pursuit of their prey. He tried to sneak past the ghoul, but it suddenly turned and fixed him with a cold, calculating stare. The time traveler froze, knowing that he had been caught. The ghoul began to advance on him, its metal limbs glinting in the dim light. The time traveler knew that he was about to embark on a journey through time and space, one that would take him to the very edge of sanity and beyond.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic android tendrils, leds, circuitry, networked bodyparts, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, he skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic android tendrils, leds, circuitry, networked bodyparts, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, her skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic android tendrils, leds, circuitry, networked bodyparts, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, her skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. if you listened closely, you could hear her mouthing the words \"I win\" over and over and over, like a dirge. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: ****Beautiful armenian women happy, smile, Yerevan street from background, , ethereal biomorphic textile pattern for dress, modern, petroglyphs wool textures cardigan, felted pattern texture dress, Armenian fashion womens, white dress and orange, white , burgundy, ornaments in dress
Prompt: a disgusting body horror, chest fangs, atypical openings in its body have teeth, mutated aesthetic, grim, (happy:-1.0), flesh eating bacteria, necrotizing fasciaitis, chewing tobacco, scattered wounds on its body, ungrateful, fearsome, disturbing, eating something no one should eat, zombification, putrescent , putrified skin texture, club lighting, cigar club, horror,
Prompt: A woman's figure was slowly approaching him. Her face was pale, her eyes were empty, and there was blood on the corners of her mouth. She stretched out a pale hand, pointed at Li Wei, and let out a sinister laugh.
Prompt: Description: The young woman sighs with tears, her voice choked with grief. Core Subject: Young woman. Subject Action: Sighing with tears. Style: Heartfelt and poignant. Lighting: Subtle, highlighting the contours of her face. Colors: Cool tones, conveying a sense of melancholy. Perspective: Medium shot. Quality: High level of detail. Command: Capture her emotional state.
Prompt: The setting is dark, a beautiful pale-faced beautiful woman, smiling slightly, the scene is chilling, horrific
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 setting is dark, a beautiful pale-faced beautiful woman, smiling slightly, the scene is chilling, horrific
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: She is elegant and vulgar, has a light spirit of gas, delicate skin, relaxed demeanor, beautiful eyes flowing peach cheek with a smile with words did not spit, gas if orchid, eyes say never firm in gentle,a woman,Hermione in Harry Potter
