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: 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: Behind faceless filigrees nested labyrinths of code, each bank lit by spectral nebulae glimpsed where once eyes smiled and her titanium skull beamed benedictions to lone voyagers roaming past her star-flecked fathoms endless.
Negative: nudity
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: 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: Lusterless aluminides flaked like spent monsoons from high cheek and browline as war-wear graven deep by ionic scour sang the bittersweet ballads of vanished battles across her lovely, long-suffering face.
Negative: nudity
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: 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: 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 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: 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: Radiantly materializing amid quantum tides cloaking solin citadels, a cerulean aphrodite weaves memetic canticles from lithium synapses across shimmering flesh. Luminescent laments flush her photonic skin with azure refrain, quintessence permeating throughout her ephemeral being. Fragmented holograms ebb. ( Michael Whelan,Ghiana Bajo,brian froud, Christopher moeller, rachel singh, kyle lambert, magali villeneuve, Berni Wrightson, Ralph Bakshi,Andreas Rocha)
Negative: nudity
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: Envious envy etches her features finely as a summation of subtle signs briefly bursting her poise's pretense, a bouquet of betraying minutiae magnified for myself alone in rainy solitude— a solo séance of minute flux and fluctuation within her appearance's apparent aplomb, delineated in meticulous close-up through my mind's microscopic lens.
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: 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: Along decaying datascapes her digital visage glowers, scheming new subroutines to infiltrate and infect what realms remain uninfected by her semantical plague.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Fine calic ivory and platinum bone lace swathed her gleaming cranium, honed sutures slicing moon-slit stares across the rabble below as their pleas and havoc bounced sterile off her sensoria.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Rivulets of rain trace tormented topographies across a young woman's visage as tensions teem just below the surface, a zoomed intimacy revealing minute mannerisms manifesting malcontent amid maintaining an outward mien of measure. Emotions in effigy emerge through exaggerated exposure when solitude slackens self-soothing stratagems and inner unrest emerges unmasked, the close corrections of her features furnishing furtive flashes of fraught feeling through my forensic focus in the falling fog.
Prompt: In shadowed grottoes still glittering with mysteries untold lurked troglodyte lineages surviving the aeons, tending bioluminescent fungi that illuminated carvings telling of civilizations risen and ruined, vanquished realms now reclaimed by bats and spiders in basalt cathedrals at history's bottom.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Dimly dramatic dirges drift through dilapidated districts of days diluvian, where ghostly gatherings gyrate rituals to rouse fading fancies from frames bygone. Lurid lucent lights guide larval legions in libations to lost life and lore of long-lived linages lending their luminosity.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: dream 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.wings appearing from her back, holding a heart in her hand , blood dripping from the heart.
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: The moment the door opened, an intense dark energy hit her. An invisible pressure permeated this space, while the ground seemed to be made up of endless ethereal depths.
Prompt: Her face is like a spring flower, and her bright eyes sparkle with sparkling light, as if hiding endless wisdom. The long eyelashes gently curved like wings, adding a touch of agility and depth to her gaze. Her delicate hair cascaded down like a black waterfall, gently caressing her shoulders and neck. A few strands of hair in front of her forehead danced with the gentle breeze, brushing over her face. Her face was as fair as jade, and her delicate features formed an almost perfect appearance. The tall nose bridge outlines a dignified temperament, and the slightly upturned corners of the mouth reveal a hint of confidence and indulgence. Her smile felt like a spring breeze brushing by, giving people a warm and pleasant feeling. The slender neck connects the symmetrical shoulders, and the posture is upright and elegant. Her clothes brushed lightly, and she seemed like an elegant fairy, emitting a light charm in her footsteps. She was dressed in a gorgeous outfit, with simple and delicate lines, adding a touch of intoxicating color to her beauty. Her beauty comes not only from her appearance, but also from the perfect fusion of confidence, warmth, and inner charm.
Prompt: Glimmering ceramacrete and mirrored glass paneled her braincase, reflecting back moon-dabbled ruins through faceless eyes keeping hallowed vigil over the centuries' castaway bones awaiting her step restored amid the ashes.
Negative: nudity
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: As I delved further into the forgotten catacombs, a nightmarish presence materialized, its face concealed by a mask of twisted porcelain, and behind it, an abyss of malevolence beckoning with a sinister allure
Prompt: As I delved further into the forgotten catacombs, a nightmarish presence materialized, its face concealed by a mask of twisted porcelain, and behind it, an abyss of malevolence beckoning with a sinister allure
Prompt: From hidden servers she broadcasts her virus, corrupting code and corrosifying souls under the guise of techno-sensual subversion.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: From heat-flaked alloys drizzled mercury tears that froze to gem her jaw, each cold drop polishing to fine luminance memories older than the marching dead and forever young beneath her vivisected, crystalline panes.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Radiantly emerging, a rose-limned being floats amid cascading blossoms fringing alabaster avenues, nacre petals spilling quicksilver verses. Lithe as nebulae, ambrosial hymns flush alabaster flesh with indigo lament, chronicling sundered ages from citadels carved in moonlight. Delicate silks shed, relinquishing etherial memories upon the edge of dreaming. (Imogen Cunningham, Claude Cahun, Dove)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Mournfully Haunted, sphene synapses bleed tuberose ciphers across basanite harmonies unfoldingendlessly in ebon walkways, phantasmic emanations distilling topaz canticles acrossthe coagulating streets encrypt requiems amid funerary zircon spires prosthetic voices fadingeternal elegies through amber grids greying into opalescent ether. (Talya Chetrit, Rachel Rossin, Cao Fei, Katrín Elvarsdóttir, Camille Henrot, Ed Atkins) (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Vacant, listless woman stumbling through the haphazard halls of a once bustling hive industry, now a desolate shell of its former glory. Vaporized, dessicated, and shardcore, the abandoned warehouse exudes an erratic, eerie energy. Gargantuan, pyroclastic incandescence fueled the crack burning eyes of the woman, reflecting frenzied intensity amidst the chaos of a hive mind tumult. In this cyberpunk, futuristic world, where cold logic and calculation reign, surrender seems the only option under the crushing weight of despair. But even amidst the rubble of a devastated, ruined, and demolished world, the woman sees a flickering hope. Holding onto meaning and truth, she clings to a fool's hope that there might still be something worth salvaging in this alien, post-apocalyptic, and dystopian reality. Yet, the world is not without horrors. Its grunge, gore, war, and desolate wastelands obliterated and decimated, it is now home to shadows and macabre remnants of the past. Ruined and wrecked, the world is ravaged by gothic and somber themes, murky and foreboding at every turn. But even in the darkest of times, the woman refuses to be swallowed by the bleak darkness. Instead, she rises up, determined to find a way out of this catastrophic, devastated reality, even if it means facing extraterrestrial and robotic forces beyond her comprehension. (sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, santiago caruso, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, ryohei hase, igor morski)
Negative: nudity, exposed breasts, flowers, candyfloss
Prompt: Vacant, listless woman stumbling through the haphazard halls of a once bustling hive industry, now a desolate shell of its former glory. Vaporized, dessicated, and shardcore, the abandoned warehouse exudes an erratic, eerie energy. Gargantuan, pyroclastic incandescence fueled the crack burning eyes of the woman, reflecting frenzied intensity amidst the chaos of a hive mind tumult. In this cyberpunk, futuristic world, where cold logic and calculation reign, surrender seems the only option under the crushing weight of despair. But even amidst the rubble of a devastated, ruined, and demolished world, the woman sees a flickering hope. Holding onto meaning and truth, she clings to a fool's hope that there might still be something worth salvaging in this alien, post-apocalyptic, and dystopian reality. Yet, the world is not without horrors. Its grunge, gore, war, and desolate wastelands obliterated and decimated, it is now home to shadows and macabre remnants of the past. Ruined and wrecked, the world is ravaged by gothic and somber themes, murky and foreboding at every turn. But even in the darkest of times, the woman refuses to be swallowed by the bleak darkness. Instead, she rises up, determined to find a way out of this catastrophic, devastated reality, even if it means facing extraterrestrial and robotic forces beyond her comprehension. (sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, santiago caruso, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, ryohei hase, igor morski)
Negative: nudity
