Prompt: As for Alice, in the garden of live flowers, she is told flat out that she is “beginning to fade” – a point reiterated in a roundabout way in Humpty Dumpty’s suggestion that she “might have left off at seven”, instead of reaching the “uncomfortable”, grand old age of “seven years and six months”.

Prompt: In Through the Looking-Glass, a narrative loosely governed both by specular principles and by the rules of chess, once again Alice isn’t at all recalcitrant to play the game – in fact, by her own admission, she “would like to be a Queen, best”. Isn’t this tantamount to a declaration of willingness, nay, eagerness to develop? And so we come back to my original point.

Prompt: Besides, Alice is mostly in charge of her metamorphoses. Granted: we have to allow for a certain margin of error, but that’s only fair. In Wonderland, precise instructions are pretty thin on the ground beyond a cursory “Drink Me” or “Eat Me”. Not to mention Caterpillar’s cryptic advice about the “two sides” of the mushroom he’s sitting on: one makes you grow taller, the other shorter but, to Alice’s puzzlement, “which is which?”.

Prompt: It’s true that the changes in Alice’s body, and her confusion about her own identity, lend themselves to being read as apt correlatives to the turmoil of puberty. But, forgive my literal-mindedness, the seven-(and-a-half)-year-old Alice would have to be a really precocious child to worry about puberty or adulthood – even at a time when the age of consent was twelve.

Prompt: Alice, a young girl, sits bored by a riverbank and spots a White Rabbit with a pocket watch and waistcoat lamenting that he is late. Surprised, Alice follows him down a rabbit hole, which sends her into a lengthy plummet but to a safe landing. Inside a room with a table, she finds a key to a tiny door, beyond which is a garden. While pondering how to fit through the door, she discovers a bottle reading \"Drink me\". Alice drinks a portion of the bottle's contents, and to her astonishment, she shrinks small enough to enter the door. However, she had left the key upon the table and cannot reach it. Alice then discovers and eats a cake, which causes her to grow to a tremendous size. Unhappy, Alice bursts into tears, and the passing White Rabbit flees in a panic, dropping a fan and two gloves. Alice uses the fan for herself, which causes her to shrink once more and leaves her swimming in a pool of her own tears. Within the pool, Alice meets various animals and birds, who convene on a bank and engage in a \"Caucus Race\" to dry themselves. Following the end of the race, Alice inadvertently frightens the animals away by discussing her cat.

Prompt: The White Rabbit appears looking for the gloves and fan. Mistaking Alice for his maidservant, he orders her to go into his house and retrieve them. Alice finds another bottle and drinks from it, which causes her to grow to such an extent that she gets stuck in the house. Attempting to extract her, The White Rabbit and his neighbors eventually take to hurling pebbles that turn into small cakes. Alice eats one and shrinks herself, allowing her to flee into the forest.

Prompt: Her problem-solving skills are further taxed by the fact that the mushroom is “perfectly round”, and thus devoid of clearly demarcated sides (undaunted, she stretches her arms wide in an ingenious, successful attempt to get a bite of both). Alice takes things in her stride and, under the circumstances, proves to be exceedingly capable of making sensible decisions, especially when it comes to the appropriate size for her to assume at each junction of her journey.

Prompt: Intimations of our transience become more insistent – they would, wouldn’t they? – in Through the Looking-Glass, the sequel Carroll published in December 1871. The prefatory poem to this winter narrative has a distinctly melancholy tone, spelling out the exact cause for such a change in mood: “We are but older children, dear, / who fret to find our bedtime near.”

Prompt: Once upon a time in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of England, there lived an old farmer named John. John was known far and wide for his wisdom and patience. He had a saying that he would often share with the villagers: “Patience is the key to a bountiful harvest.”

Prompt: I resisted all the way: a new thing for me, and a circumstance which greatly strengthened the bad opinion Bessie and Miss Abbot were disposed to entertain of me. The fact is, I was a trifle beside myself; or rather OUT of myself, as the French would say: I was conscious that a moment’s mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties, and, like any other rebel slave, I felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths. ‘Hold her arms, Miss Abbot: she’s like a mad cat.’ ‘For shame! for shame!’ cried the lady’s-maid. ‘What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress’s son! Your young master.’ ‘Master! How is he my master? Am I a servant?’ ‘No; you are less than a servant, for you do nothing for your keep. There, sit down, and think over your wickedness.’

Prompt: and a lame flea from that shore of the sea, which a hare cannot fly over, an eagle cannot run across, even though the sea is not a sea, but just like a puddle in the middle of the city, where the shadow of a flea fell on the hare and killed him, and a sheepskin coat came out of the hare’s skin and went where the eyes look, and then the hare jumps

Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

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: \"Take a whimsical journey into a fantastical realm inspired by 'Alice in Wonderland.' Write about a curious character who stumbles upon a peculiar rabbit hole and finds themselves in a world filled with eccentric characters and surreal landscapes. Explore the bizarre encounters, unexpected challenges, and delightful curiosities that unfold as your protagonist navigates this peculiar Wonderland. Embrace the nonsensical and imaginative elements of Lewis Carroll's classic tale, and craft a story that captures the essence of wonder and adventure in this whimsical wonderland.\"

Prompt: One day, seven dwarfs accidentally trespassed into Piggy's territory, sparking his discontent and wariness. The dwarfs, curious about this unfamiliar environment, began exploring, inadvertently stumbling into Piggy's domain.

Prompt: One day, seven dwarfs accidentally trespassed into Piggy's territory, sparking his discontent and wariness. The dwarfs, curious about this unfamiliar environment, began exploring, inadvertently stumbling into Piggy's domain.

Prompt: The farmyard, my friends, seemingly idyllic, is a simmering cauldron of deceit and manipulation. From the decrepit henhouse to the mud-soaked sty, the animals are awash in corruption, their snouts buried deep in troughs of insatiable ambition. The roosters crow, proclaiming false dawn, while the sows parade with false airs of motherly love. But beneath the facade, a revolution stirs, a rumbling of discontent that resonates through the night. Fear not, for I, the intrepid observer, shall don the goggles of truth, sucked into the vortex of this grim spectacle. In a haze of whiskey and righteous fury, I immerse myself in the insanity, shining a spotlight on the dark corners where corruption breeds. With razor-sharp prose and a warped lens, I peel back the layers of this sordid charade, revealing the brutal truth that lies behind the squealing masks of the farmyard elite.

Prompt: In the vegetable garden, a brown squirrel girl, wearing a white apron and a red scarf, and a white rabbit girl, wearing a pink apron and a green sweater, happily picked corn and talked and laughed in the crop field. --ar 3:4

Prompt: Alice The White Rabbit The Mouse The Dodo The Lory The Eaglet The Duck Pat Bill the Lizard Puppy The Caterpillar The Duchess The Cheshire Cat The Hatter The March Hare The Dormouse The Queen of Hearts The King of Hearts The Knave of Hearts The Gryphon The Mock Turtle

Prompt: A captivating sense of wonder and awe, standing in the 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”

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Prompt: In a world topsy-turvy, where the sun blazed hotter than a pepper and the sky shone midnight black, there walked a curious creature unlike any other. This creature, known only as Dark Alice, was a sight to behold. She wore black, from her hair ribbon down to her glittery shoes, though her glasses shone bright as the sun. And oh, how she did love to eat a mushroom or two, for their flavor was beyond compare. As she strolled along the winding paths, she gazed up at the walls around her. They were adorned with swirls and patterns of every color, glowing bright in the blacklight. Psychedelic art, she called it. It filled her heart with whimsy and wonder, giving her a feeling like no other. And so, with a skip in her step and a song in her heart, Dark Alice continued on her journey through this curious world. (enki bilal, mark ryden, ian miller, gerald scarfe)

Prompt: In a world topsy-turvy, where the sun blazed hotter than a pepper and the sky shone midnight black, there walked a curious creature unlike any other. This creature, known only as Dark Alice, was a sight to behold. She wore black, from her hair ribbon down to her glittery shoes, though her glasses shone bright as the sun. And oh, how she did love to eat a mushroom or two, for their flavor was beyond compare. As she strolled along the winding paths, she gazed up at the walls around her. They were adorned with swirls and patterns of every color, glowing bright in the blacklight. Psychedelic art, she called it. It filled her heart with whimsy and wonder, giving her a feeling like no other. And so, with a skip in her step and a song in her heart, Dark Alice continued on her journey through this curious world. (tim burton, enki bilal, mark ryden, ian miller, gerald scarfe)

Prompt: In a world topsy-turvy, where the sun blazed hotter than a pepper and the sky shone midnight black, there walked a curious creature unlike any other. This creature, known only as Dark Alice, was a sight to behold. She wore black, from her hair ribbon down to her glittery shoes, though her glasses shone bright as the sun. And oh, how she did love to eat a mushroom or two, for their flavor was beyond compare. As she strolled along the winding paths, she gazed up at the walls around her. They were adorned with swirls and patterns of every color, glowing bright in the blacklight. Psychedelic art, she called it. It filled her heart with whimsy and wonder, giving her a feeling like no other. And so, with a skip in her step and a song in her heart, Dark Alice continued on her journey through this curious world.

Prompt: Tess stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the plump red strawberries that glistened in the summer sun. As she reached down to pick one, she felt a pang in her heart. This simple pleasure, once taken for granted, had now become a source of agony for her. The memories flooded back - memories of a life free from shame, free from the burden of guilt. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, and now she was forced to bear the weight of her sins. A tear rolled down Tess' cheek as she slowly plucked another strawberry, savoring the sweet taste of summer amidst the bitterness. For in this moment, she knew that she would never be able to fully enjoy life's simple pleasures again. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe)

Prompt: Tess stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the plump red strawberries that glistened in the summer sun. As she reached down to pick one, she felt a pang in her heart. This simple pleasure, once taken for granted, had now become a source of agony for her. The memories flooded back - memories of a life free from shame, free from the burden of guilt. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, and now she was forced to bear the weight of her sins. A tear rolled down Tess' cheek as she slowly plucked another strawberry, savoring the sweet taste of summer amidst the bitterness. For in this moment, she knew that she would never be able to fully enjoy life's simple pleasures again.

Prompt: Tess stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the plump red strawberries that glistened in the summer sun. As she reached down to pick one, she felt a pang in her heart. This simple pleasure, once taken for granted, had now become a source of agony for her. The memories flooded back - memories of a life free from shame, free from the burden of guilt. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, and now she was forced to bear the weight of her sins. A tear rolled down Tess' cheek as she slowly plucked another strawberry, savoring the sweet taste of summer amidst the bitterness. For in this moment, she knew that she would never be able to fully enjoy life's simple pleasures again. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, henry asencio)

Prompt: The shadow of the rabbit whirls, as soft and beautiful as poetry. Stepping on the snow under the moonlight, I feel like I'm flying swiftly. The lucky stars are shining, and the auspiciousness is boundless. Rabbits leap in the spring breeze, filling the garden with joy.

Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love

Prompt: À l’abri sous l’arbre il chante la chute d’une pomme sur la tête du Prince endormi. La scène l’émerveille et dans le silence de son (r)éveil… la sève s’élève vers les feuilles et l’art rose comme l’abeille butine les fleurs le long de l’allée arborée. Le fruit effleure le ciel d’azur et les feuilles reflètent la teinture d’or et d’argent comme un coquillage ouvert et serti d’un soleil. Il savoure alors le nectar puisé… style:Comic Book width:896 height:1152 aspect:4:5 seed:458395901

Prompt: À l’abri sous l’arbre il chante la chute d’une pomme sur la tête du Prince endormi. La scène l’émerveille et dans le silence de son (r)éveil… la sève s’élève vers les feuilles et l’art rose comme l’abeille butine les fleurs le long de l’allée arborée. Le fruit effleure le ciel d’azur et les feuilles reflètent la teinture d’or et d’argent comme un coquillage ouvert et serti d’un soleil. Il savoure alors le nectar puisé… style:Comic Book width:896 height:1152 aspect:4:5

Prompt: Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lily. Every Christmas, she eagerly awaited the arrival of Santa Claus, believing he would bring her surprising gifts. However, this year seemed a bit different. Lily's belief in Santa Claus was wavering; she began to doubt if Santa Claus truly existed. On Christmas Eve, Lily sat by the window, gazing at the starry sky. Suddenly, she heard a faint sound coming from the yard downstairs. Rushing down, she opened the door to find a chubby old man quietly placing a bag of gifts. Lily stared at him in astonishment, and as he turned, he revealed a familiar smile. \"Are you Lily?\" Santa Claus asked, smiling warmly. Lily nodded, filled with joy. He began recounting stories from Lily's childhood, surprising her with his knowledge of her life. \"I've been waiting for you!\" Lily exclaimed, moved. Santa Claus chuckled, \"Sometimes, we need to rediscover our beliefs within. Even if you can't always see me, my blessings and love are always there.\" That night, Santa Claus and Lily shared heartwarming moments, singing songs and sharing stories. Lily regained her belief in the magic of Santa Claus, understanding that even when unseen, belief in the heart remains the most important

Prompt: À l’abri sous l’arbre il chante la chute d’une pomme sur la tête du Prince endormi. La scène l’émerveille et dans le silence de son (r)éveil… la sève s’élève vers les feuilles et l’art rose comme l’abeille butine les fleurs le long de l’allée arborée. Le fruit effleure le ciel d’azur et les feuilles reflètent la teinture d’or et d’argent comme un coquillage ouvert et serti d’un soleil. Il savoure alors le nectar puisé…

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Prompt: À l’abri sous l’arbre il chante la chute d’une pomme sur la tête du Prince endormi. La scène l’émerveille et dans le silence de son (r)éveil… la sève s’élève vers les feuilles et l’art rose comme l’abeille butine les fleurs le long de l’allée arborée. Le fruit effleure le ciel d’azur et les feuilles reflètent la teinture d’or et d’argent comme un coquillage ouvert et serti d’un soleil. Il savoure alors le nectar puisé au sommet de la montagne où s’enracine l’arbre et tisse le paysage aperçu sous son feuillage. Quand le soleil éclaire le ciel, il façonne l’argile d’un amour éternel : le mouvement céleste.

Style: Comic Book

Prompt: À l’abri sous l’arbre il chante la chute d’une pomme sur la tête du Prince endormi. La scène l’émerveille et dans le silence de son (r)éveil… la sève s’élève vers les feuilles et l’art rose comme l’abeille butine les fleurs le long de l’allée arborée. Le fruit effleure le ciel d’azur et les feuilles reflètent la teinture d’or et d’argent comme un coquillage ouvert et serti d’un soleil. Il savoure alors le nectar puisé au sommet de la montagne où s’enracine l’arbre et tisse le paysage aperçu sous son feuillage. Quand le soleil éclaire le ciel, il façonne l’argile d’un amour éternel : le mouvement céleste.

Style: Comic Book

Prompt: casual pink beautiful skirt, in the style of 1950s, floating in the mid-air, themed background, no human, no people , no woman

Negative: human, person, anything else except the skirt

Style: Neon Punk

Prompt: Within a humble cottage, a poor villager is taken aback as a ethereal lady fairy materializes before him. Adorned in white attire, she hovers gracefully in the air, bringing an air of enchantment to the modest surroundings. The man, with a demeanor of humble surprise, witnesses the magical presence of the fairy, creating a moment where the extraordinary meets the simplicity of a cottage dwelling.

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Prompt: Delicious little raindrops living in the clouds, she yearns for an adventure. One day, she decided to float down from the clouds and come to the earth. On the journey, she encountered sunshine, flowers, and grass, and they had a great time playing together. Little raindrops discovered that although she was very small, she could still leave beautiful marks in nature.

Prompt: close up shot of an iridescent egg laying on the ground of the enchanted forest,

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Prompt: Have a person looking at the beautiful sunflower garden asking Ava, “How did you manage to grow such a magnificent flower?” Ava replied, \"Every living thing has the potential to be magnificent, with patience, love and care, even the smallest seed can reach the sky.\" The passerby realized that, just like that sunflower, each of us has the potential to bring out the best in us and achieve greatness, oil painting

Prompt: In the barnyard of politics, the pigs reign supreme, their insatiable hunger for power corrupting every nook and cranny. Behind the rickety wooden fences, the sheep graze oblivious to the impending darkness, following blindly the Pied Pipers of deceit. The pigs, cunning as they are, don the masks of leadership while devouring the fruits of a wilting society. With each oink and snort, they manipulate public discourse, turning the farm into a grotesque theater of farce. The sheep, their wooly minds coddled in ignorance, are led to the slaughter, their bleats of dissent silenced by porcine persuasion. In this swine's tale of political gluttony and ovine naiveté, the farmyard becomes a microcosm of a world teetering on the precipice of moral degradation.

Prompt: Digital infographic business. Abstract hologram hi-tech background. Virtual reality technology innovation. Head-up display interface. Futuristic Sci-Fi glowing HUD circle, dark blue color

Prompt: By watery carillons and will-o-wisping weirs dreams a demoiselle of her beloved’s return, bosomed bodiced in pastels laid lightly as leaf-shadows dancing by lantern-light upon liquid pages

Negative: nudity