Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz
Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz
Prompt: best quality, masterpiece, highres, original, extremely detailed wallpaper, perfect lighting,(extremely detailed CG:1.2) A boy, (sun), outdoors, male focus, black hair, solo, sky, (both hands up:1.2), mountain, (cloudy), jeans, denim,shoes,dog beside boy's foot, tree, from behind,scenery, white footwear, standing, short hair, day, blue jacket, sneakers, (rock:0.9),jacket,blue sky, bright,(grass:1.1),rolls up his sleeves,green fields, crystal-clear rivers,farmhouse from distance,kitchen smoke,
Negative: bad face, bad anatomy, bad proportions, bad perspective, mutated hands and fingers, more than five fingers, lowres, bad hands, text, error, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, worst quality, low quality, normal quality, jpeg artifacts, signature, watermark, username, low quality lowres disfigured, low quality lowres malformed, low quality lowres mutated, low quality lowres anatomical nonsense, low quality lowres text font ui, low quality lowres error, low quality lowres malformed hands, low quality lowres long neck, low quality lowres blurred, low quality lowres lowers, low quality lowres low res, low quality lowres bad proportions,extra fingers, fewer fingers, strange fingers, bad hand,(EasyNegative:1.2), text, username, extra fingers,fewer fingers, long body,(lake),riding,
Prompt: You leave the town walled far and wide For mist-veiled land by riverside. I feel on parting sad and drear, For both of us are strangers here. If you have friends who know your heart, Distance cannot keep you apart. At crossroads where we bid adieu, Do not shed tears as women do!
Prompt: Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has a moon, summer has a cool breeze, and winter has snow
Prompt: Even the closest of hearts, if not nurtured with care, will drift apart, turning into isolated islands. In the realm of emotions, there is no casual persistence, only deliberate maintenance.
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: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: There on unknown paths Traces of unseen beasts; There's a hut there on chicken legs It stands without windows, without doors; There the forest and valley are full of visions; There the waves will rush in at dawn The beach is sandy and empty,
Prompt: You walk this earth without a heart You tear the innocent's souls apart You shovel your conscience into the grave You walk this earth without a heart Your uniform couldn't be taken off A tattoo burned into your flesh Your mind, your voice These are your instruments of death How could you dare to be so bold You only did as you were told Marionettes dancing in time To the apologetic lines For all the monsters of our time Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find A city of souls dying for peace Welcome to the belly of the beast One mind, one voice Welcome to the belly of the beast Who hears your voice? Millions, never, never again Madness, never, never again Martyrs, dead that can't die Monsters Insanity, the normal state The left hand a hammer, the right the stake Driven so deep into the heart It's killing love, it's killing faith It's killing 'cause it's from the heart What better way to demoralize When your own children are your spies The things you trust are not the same Trust in death, trust in grief Trust in hope is trust in pain Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find You're not supposed to question faith But how do you accept this fate? Millions, you walk this earth without a heart Madness, tear the innocent's souls apart Martyrs, shovel your conscience into the grave Monsters
Prompt: When did you learn not to be alone? When did you realize that you can't do it without a companion?
Prompt: If only I knew the secret Enchanted speeches I would have found out even by chance, Who wanders here at night
Prompt: If only I knew the secret Enchanted speeches I would have found out even by chance, Who wanders here at night
Prompt: I don't feel sorry for the years wasted in vain, I don’t feel sorry for the soul of the lilac blossom. There is a fire of red rowan burning in the garden, But he can't warm anyone
Prompt: We inherit the earth, we inherit the war. I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm. The past still echoes through our dreams: Plant the Tree of Life inside the Heart of the Machine.
Prompt: generate an image for a YouTube channel that deals with dark love and psychology trick with the name Obsidian Hearts engraved on the picture
Prompt: In a secluded chamber, a figure with twilight-woven hair is surrounded by a dance of bioluminescent lilies, conceptualized by Alan Lee and brought to life with the detailed realism of Craig Mullins. John Howe's dynamic lighting casts dramatic shadows, creating a ballet of color and form. (subterranean symphony:1.1)
Negative: inertia, starkness, simplicity.
Prompt: Even the best fate cannot withstand insincerity, and deep feelings need cherishing. There are no real fools in this world, only those willing to play innocent for you.
Prompt: Home is behind, the world ahead And there are many paths to tread Thru shadow, to the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Mist and shadow, cloud and shade All shall fade, all shall fade
Prompt: My heart is dull and my eyes are wavering I was alone in this world All I knew of spring was falling petals Every year, I was treated coldly
Prompt: Imagine that you are halfway through a long journey, traveling through a beautiful and unfamiliar landscape. You have been walking for hours, and the sun is beginning to set. As you look around, you see that the landscape is changing. The trees are taller and more densely packed, and the air is cooler and fresher. You hear the sound of a rushing stream nearby, and you begin to feel a sense of renewed energy and determination. Despite the fatigue of your journey so far, you know that you have much further to go. You take a deep breath and continue on, determined to reach your destination no matter what obstacles may lie ahead.
Prompt: And why is it so when you shine Beckon to the sky, into wide arms? Look tenderly, you caress your heart, Heavenly stars, distant stars!
Prompt: And why is it so when you shine Beckon to the sky, into wide arms? Look tenderly, you caress your heart, Heavenly stars, distant stars!
Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.
Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.
Prompt: Hunt the beast, For the purpose of mankind, Can you hear pounds of marching footsteps by step, Harmless proud creature, dying, Facing near extinction
Prompt: My heart, I never be, I never see, I never know Oh, heart, and then it falls, and then I fall, and then I know
Prompt: Riya could not understand what had happened. He thought maybe it was all a dream. But she was still feeling the warmth of Aman and the touch of his embrace.
Prompt: Dances sunlight, carves pathways, weaves dreams, ignites fires, paints horizons, orchestrates mornings, sculpts silhouettes, harvests hope, captains adventures, spins tales, nurtures blooms, forges destinies, charts stars, kindles laughter, anchors tempests, composes symphonies, crafts wonders, pilots reveries, engineers bridges, blossoms fiercely.
Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!
Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!
Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave
Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave
Prompt: We are free birds; it's time, brother, it's time! There, where the mountain turns white behind the clouds, To where the sea edges turn blue, Where we walk only the wind
Prompt: Why should fate, which is not destined to be a fickle lyricism, sing the same with it (unknown in the world)The love and friendship of old?Sad truth, poet, Why should I expose the secrets of the intrigues of treachery in truthful songs for posterity?
Prompt: Picture yourself nervously approaching the person, your heart pounding like the first beats of an unfolding story, dark ,red.
Prompt: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.I am moved to tears by the flowers of the hour, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.raining
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: you hope lies in your spark, like candles in the dark, guide me with your heart, you caught me by surprise, blink of your eyes, light the colour in the sky
Prompt: :Once upon a time, in the mystical town of Munchington, where the ethereal and earthly coexisted in a delicate dance, lived a curious maiden named Lily
Prompt: O blessed day, chosen day For the happiness of midnight countries! Purely illuminated by you East and the icy Ocean
