Prompt: Picture this, my friends—farmland rampant with corruption, teeming with foxes in the henhouse. As the sun sets over the barn, I find myself in the midst of a raucous dance, a debauchery of deceit and malicious intent. The air reeks of hypocrisy, mingling with the stench of animal excrement and shattered promises. Fear and loathing permeate the atmosphere as the foxes play their duplicitous game, prey upon the unsuspecting hens of truth and cleave through the fence of justice. The farmyard symphony becomes a cacophony of deranged braying and manic cackling. Amidst this madness, I take up my pen, my typewriter, and vow to expose the sly serpents among the livestock, to chase the foxy rascals of political sedition until they're skewered on the horns of truth.
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 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: In this haunting portrait, the barnyard becomes a stage for the interplay of deception and betrayal. The animals, with their beady eyes and innocent faces, hide sinister motives beneath their façades. Corruption drips like honey from the sly tongues of the pigs, as they orchestrate an intricate dance of power and treachery. The rooster crows, heralding each new act in this tragicomic theater, while the sheep, fleeced of their dignity, march blindly to their own demise. In this distorted lens, fragments of truth and fiction blend, blurring the line between the animalistic and the human. A gallery of grotesque characters, their crooked paths symbiotic with the corrupt system they perpetuate. A portrait of barnyard betrayal, where the soul of society withers beneath the weight of its own corruption.
Prompt: Through the lens of whimsy and absurdity, delve into the convoluted world of swine, where the barnyard illuminates the intricacies of political corruption. Pigheaded politicians, their snouts buried deep in troughs of power, wallowing in the murk of deceit, sowing seeds of discord. Bacon-bound alliances and clandestine oinks, where squeals of treachery rival the most cryptic of literary tapestries. Each grunt a muffled plea for justice, yet drowned in the pigsty of a system that feasts on the innocence of the downtrodden. Ulysses baking bacon, Hades' hogs feed on the hopes and dreams of a disillusioned society. The pathos of pork reigns supreme, while truth, integrity, and justice lie trampled in a mire of porcine subversion.
Prompt: We venture into the foulest filth of the forlorn frontier, on the furthest fringes of civic corruption where crooked councils conduct clandestine collusions. Cubicles hold captive craven conspirators conjuring depraved deceits against citizens scrounging scraps in this sideshow land. Here nightmare narratives are nurtured in speakeasies swilling abscess absinthe at bowels of municipal machinery.
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Prompt: Deep does one delve amidst dens of depravity when duty drives one to defend the defenseless from villainous vipers in vigil. But any true trooper knows revolutions revel only in raising raised voices against tyranny wherever its toxic tang taints the land and peoples. Our enquiries exact small successes towards the fall of these foul fiends and filth forever.
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Prompt: Deep does one delve amidst dens of depravity when duty drives one to defend the defenseless from villainous vipers in vigil. But any true trooper knows revolutions revel only in raising raised voices against tyranny wherever its toxic tang taints the land and peoples. Our enquiries exact small successes towards the fall of these foul fiends and filth forever.
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Prompt: We penetrate perilous places where public integrity perishes, stalking bacchanals where beleaguered bureaucrats gorge on ill-gotten gains. Backbench barons backbite former friends to further their rank, rippingRepresentation from people for personal power and plunder. Democracy decomposes as dignity dies in these demonic dramas at highest halls of hubris.
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Prompt: We penetrate perilous places where public integrity perishes, stalking bacchanals where beleaguered bureaucrats gorge on ill-gotten gains. Backbench barons backbite former friends to further their rank, rippingRepresentation from people for personal power and plunder. Democracy decomposes as dignity dies in these demonic dramas at highest halls of hubris.
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Prompt: \"In the midst of the serene farmland, where the gentle rustling of crops harmonized with the whispering breeze, she stood with an air of tranquility. The sun painted the sky in warm hues, casting a golden glow upon the landscape. Unfazed by the ordinary, her singular focus was on the rare mineral cradled in her hands. The earth beneath her feet exuded a quiet strength, mirroring the peaceful essence of the scene. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, delved into the intricacies of the rare mineral. Each facet told a tale of geological wonder, a hidden treasure waiting to be deciphered. The farmland, a canvas of muted greens and earthy browns, seemed to embrace the moment, creating a sanctuary of calm. In this suspended moment, chaos and disturbance were mere whispers in the wind, unable to breach the shield of tranquility that enveloped her. The ordinary elements of the farmland became extraordinary in this focused pursuit. The hands that cradled the mineral possessed both delicacy and determination, navigating the fine line between curiosity and expertise. As she stood there, the farmland bore witness to a unique fusion of nature's simplicity and the complex beauty of rare minerals. It was a tableau frozen in time, a testament to the extraordinary discoveries that could emerge from the heart of the ordinary.\"
Prompt: The sun, a low, golden orb, dipped towards the horizon, painting the rolling hills in a tapestry of ochre and burnt sienna. Gentle wisps of clouds, like sheep grazing in the celestial pastures, drifted across the vast canvas of the sky. Below, nestled in the crook of the valley, lay a village with smoke thing and whispy curled from thached roofs of timber framed cottages, hyperrealism, 10 second video
Prompt: \"Envision a canine steeped in the darkest recesses of malevolence, a fiendish entity twisted by the very fabric of wickedness itself. Picture this dog lurking within a realm devoid of hope, a desolate landscape tainted by its nefarious presence, shrouded in perpetual darkness that devours any glimmer of light. Capture the essence of its nefarious nature, its movements sinuous and predatory, each step a chilling echo reverberating through the void. Show its eyes ablaze with a malevolent inferno, gleaming with an insatiable hunger for chaos and devastation. Render its form draped in shadows, a sinister silhouette amidst the abyss, its contours merging seamlessly with the void. Highlight its visage, a grotesque mask of malevolence twisted into a perpetual snarl, baring gnarled, jagged teeth that drip with the essence of maleficent intent. Emphasize its chilling presence, an omnipresent aura that suffocates hope and sows seeds of unrelenting terror, exuding an essence of unbridled malevolence and an insatiable thirst for eternal darkness and unending torment.\"
Prompt: The Buddha statue faces the camera, and a devout believer kneels in front of the Buddha, with his back to the camera, his eyes closed, and his hands holding rosary beads. Illuminated with a soft, devotional light, it captures the essence of unwavering devotion and rhythmic chanting of the Great Compassion Mantra. pixar disney style
Negative: deformed, ugly, mutilated, disfigured, text, extra limbs, face cut, head cut, extra fingers, extra arms, poorly drawn face, mutation, bad proportions, cropped head, malformed limbs, mutated hands, fused fingers, long neck
Style: Anime
Prompt: In the hushed light of dusk, the air is permeated with a tense atmosphere. Dampness is suddenly woven into the air, as a harbinger of stunning changes. A heavy shadow spread across the sky, which, like a mask of failure, throws itself on the former harmony of the environment. Suddenly, an unknown restlessness has set out into a storm that unstoppably breaks through the blossoming silence. The sky, which had previously looked like a calm canvas, was now pouring with torrents of rain, as if expressing the same sorrow that was evident in the area below. Amidst the chaos of a blossoming natural flood, there is a sense of unforeseen trouble. The lonely image of the trees, which once stood with dignity, now became a sign of impotence before an unexpected adventure. The land that was once stable now trembles with unexpected difficulties. Nature itself seems to regret, as if whispering a sad melody about what happened. In the very center of the storm stands a lonely figure, a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity. However, even their contours conveyed a vulnerability, an awareness that trouble was tightly woven into the fabric of their existence. What was once a pictorial harmony has now turned into a canvas of failures, where every stroke bears the imprint of an unexpected fate.
Prompt: make an image of these lyrics : A state of crisis is declared Whatever we say, whatever we do We get bogged down, we fade away, in the face of the threat FACE OF THE THREAT Who is lounging and little by little becomes clearer Like a punch in the gum From nuclear accidents to open-air platforms, We have always had the art and the way To slowly smear our atmosphere Take a look around you Can you tell me what you see there? Can you tell me what you're breathing? Can you tell me what that inspires you? No pain no fear No clever thing from the hate My city's on fire Cholera miasma Opening up to the ashes, walking through the dark Look around you No pain no fear What do you seek in my head I never had a little chance Can we really talk about the future? The worst is yet to come A max in the gore Let's stop making circus faces at our kids and making them believe it. That tomorrow everything will be better, Our world is a bomb, a bomb, between every minute, every second, the gong of slaughter resonates
Prompt: Through twisted trails of the tricked and treated we trudge, tracing treacherous trades in influence and information. My compatriots and I delved deep into one percent precincts, uncovering unsavory indulgences where pompous potentates preen amid pillars plunging to asphalt abyss. Their plundering parties poison principles and policies for all but themselves.
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Prompt: \"In the heart of the tranquil farmland, surrounded by the soft symphony of swaying crops and the gentle caress of the breeze, she, a figure of quiet grace and keen intellect, stood with an unmistakable air of tranquility. The sun, in its descent, bathed the scene in warm, amber tones, casting long shadows that danced along the landscape. Her presence, marked by a certain understated elegance, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surroundings. A straw hat adorned with a delicate ribbon shielded her eyes from the sun, allowing only glimpses of her focused gaze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair framed a face illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun, and her eyes, a shade of deep hazel, reflected both curiosity and determination. Attired in practical yet elegant clothing, she wore a weathered leather jacket over a faded denim shirt, hinting at a blend of adventure and practicality. A leather satchel, worn at the edges, hung by her side, a repository of tools and notes that spoke of countless explorations. In her hands, delicate yet strong, she cradled the rare mineral. Long, nimble fingers moved with a precision that bespoke a deep familiarity with the subject of her study. The nails, while bearing traces of earthy stains, showcased a hands-on approach to her endeavors. As her gaze delved into the intricate details of the mineral, the subtle lines on her face hinted at a history of exploration and discovery. The play of light and shadow accentuated the contours of her features, narrating a story of resilience and passion etched into the fabric of her being. In this tranquil moment, the farmland became a backdrop to a portrait of a woman deeply connected to both the earth beneath her feet and the rare wonders she cradled. Her presence, a fusion of grace, intellect, and an unyielding spirit, created a tableau that whispered tales of extraordinary endeavors in the midst of the ordinary.\"
Prompt: \"In the heart of the tranquil farmland, surrounded by the soft symphony of swaying crops and the gentle caress of the breeze, she, a figure of quiet grace and keen intellect, stood with an unmistakable air of tranquility. The sun, in its descent, bathed the scene in warm, amber tones, casting long shadows that danced along the landscape. Her presence, marked by a certain understated elegance, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surroundings. A straw hat adorned with a delicate ribbon shielded her eyes from the sun, allowing only glimpses of her focused gaze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair framed a face illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun, and her eyes, a shade of deep hazel, reflected both curiosity and determination. Attired in practical yet elegant clothing, she wore a weathered leather jacket over a faded denim shirt, hinting at a blend of adventure and practicality. A leather satchel, worn at the edges, hung by her side, a repository of tools and notes that spoke of countless explorations. In her hands, delicate yet strong, she cradled the rare mineral. Long, nimble fingers moved with a precision that bespoke a deep familiarity with the subject of her study. The nails, while bearing traces of earthy stains, showcased a hands-on approach to her endeavors. As her gaze delved into the intricate details of the mineral, the subtle lines on her face hinted at a history of exploration and discovery. The play of light and shadow accentuated the contours of her features, narrating a story of resilience and passion etched into the fabric of her being. In this tranquil moment, the farmland became a backdrop to a portrait of a woman deeply connected to both the earth beneath her feet and the rare wonders she cradled. Her presence, a fusion of grace, intellect, and an unyielding spirit, created a tableau that whispered tales of extraordinary endeavors in the midst of the ordinary.\" 16:9
Prompt: At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail. The water flowed under the bridge, and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge. A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.
Prompt: an image described by: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live …
Prompt: Farmland: A vast, serene expanse of cultivated land, surrounded by nature's beauty. Peaceful: Calm and undisturbed, with a soothing atmosphere. Studying: Engaged in a deep and concentrated examination of a subject. Rare: Uncommon, exceptional, not easily found or encountered. Mineral: A naturally occurring inorganic solid with distinct properties. Hands: The focus is on the hands, indicating direct interaction and examination.
Prompt: The strawberry was more than just a fruit - it was a living, breathing creature with a deranged mind and a semi-automatic weapon clutched tightly in its tiny hands. Amidst the chaos of the bustling farmer's market, it prowled menacingly, its ruby-red exterior twisted into a grin of pure evil. The people recoiled in fear as the strawberry fired round after round into the air, its insane cackles echoing through the stalls. This was not just any fruit gone bad - this was a monster, a creature warped by the toxic chemicals of modern agriculture and driven to madness in a world gone mad. I watched in both horror and fascinated awe as the strawberry made its way toward me, the barrel of the gun pointed directly at my head. In that moment, I realized that I was not just witnessing a fruit-fueled rampage - I was staring into the dark, twisted heart of America itself.. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio)
Prompt: The strawberry was more than just a fruit - it was a living, breathing creature with a deranged mind and a semi-automatic weapon clutched tightly in its tiny hands. Amidst the chaos of the bustling farmer's market, it prowled menacingly, its ruby-red exterior twisted into a grin of pure evil. The people recoiled in fear as the strawberry fired round after round into the air, its insane cackles echoing through the stalls. This was not just any fruit gone bad - this was a monster, a creature warped by the toxic chemicals of modern agriculture and driven to madness in a world gone mad. I watched in both horror and fascinated awe as the strawberry made its way toward me, the barrel of the gun pointed directly at my head. In that moment, I realized that I was not just witnessing a fruit-fueled rampage - I was staring into the dark, twisted heart of America itself.. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, henry asencio)
Prompt: vacant, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, erratic movements, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, santiago caruso, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, ryohei hase, igor morski)
Prompt: vacant, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, erratic movements, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, insectoid swarm, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, horror, gore, grunge, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, santiago caruso, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, ryohei hase, igor morski)
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Prompt: vacant, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, erratic movements, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (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: Masterpiece, best quality, (very detailed CG unified 8k wallpaper), (best quality), (best illustration), (best shadow), glowing sprites, with glowing Chinese dragons, drinking water in swimming pools, natural elements in forest themes. Mysterious forest, beautiful forest, nature, surrounded by flowers, exquisite leaves and branches surrounded by fireflies (natural elements), (jungle theme), (leaves), (branches), (fireflies), (particle effects) and other 3D, octane rendering, ray tracing, ultra detailed
Prompt: Logotype lion dance, combining market elements, black and white logo, illustration style, simplicity and modernity, minimalist lines
Prompt: Deranged divinations direct our descent into debased districts far from fair fields of justice. Foul forces fester here, festering plots too perfidious for plain people. But we persevere past pretense and propaganda to pills of putrid truths fermenting the fall of our fragile free society. Our pursuit pries open long-locked loathsome libraries of moral ruin.
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Prompt: A Quiet Evening: The village nestled in the hills, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Residents carry on with their daily lives, unaware of the impending extraterrestrial threat. Mysterious Lights: Unexplained lights illuminate the night sky, capturing the attention of the curious villagers. Whispers of unease begin to spread among them. Crop Circles: The once lush and orderly fields now bear strange patterns, sending shivers down the spines of those who stumble upon them. The village realizes they are not alone. Village Meeting: The concerned villagers gather in the town hall, where the wise and seasoned village elder reveals ancient tales of celestial invasions, passing the torch of responsibility to the current village leader. The Call to Arms: The village musters its able-bodied residents to form a militia. Makeshift weapons are crafted from everyday tools as the tension rises. Preparation Montage: The village undergoes a transformation, fortifying homes, setting up barricades, and strategically placing traps. The atmosphere is a mix of determination and fear. Village Strategizing: The village leader, a grizzled veteran, plans the defense against the impending extraterrestrial onslaught. Blueprints are laid out, roles assigned, and emergency escape routes established. The First Encounter: The quiet night is shattered by otherworldly sounds. The village braces itself as alien beings descend upon them, their appearance both terrifying and mesmerizing. Epic Battle Sequences: The village militia engages in fierce battles against the technologically advanced extraterrestrials. Explosions light up the night as the villagers defend their homes with valor. Dramatic Sacrifice: A beloved character makes the ultimate sacrifice to protect the village, adding an emotional depth to the narrative. Tears are shed as the villagers carry on in their fallen comrade's honor. Strategic Retreat: As the battle rages on, the village leader orders a tactical retreat, leading the survivors to a hidden location to regroup and plan their next move. Scientific Breakthrough: A brilliant villager makes a crucial discovery about the aliens' weakness, providing a glimmer of hope. Plans are revised, and the villagers gear up for a final confrontation. Climactic Showdown: The village, armed with newfound knowledge, faces the extraterrestrial forces in a final, epic showdown. The fate of the village hangs in the balance as the two forces collide. Triumphant Victory: Against all odds, the villagers emerge victorious, driving the aliens back into the cosmos. The village, scarred but standing, celebrates their hard-fought triumph. Closing Scene: The village leader, weary but proud, addresses the villagers, acknowledging the bravery and unity that saved them. The night sky, once ominous, now clears, symbolizing a new beginning for the resilient community.
Prompt: vacant, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, supine, squatting, erratic movements, gargantuan, pyroclastic incandescence, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos hive mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (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, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, supine, squatting, erratic movements, gargantuan, pyroclastic incandescence, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos hive mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, horror, grunge, gore, war, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (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, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, vaporized, dessicated, futuristic, shardcore, abandoned warehouse, supine, squatting, erratic movements, gargantuan, pyroclastic incandescence, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos hive mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, horror, grunge, gore, war, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (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: techno-organic remnants ripple through rusted ruins, remnants of a forgotten future flickering to life as neon nightmares coalesce. Obscured phantasms permeate portentous passages frequented by fellowship of fanciful form, lambent lanterns ushering uncanny congregations where mystical conjurers commune with remnants of those resting in requiem. Elysian emissaries escort ethereal vestiges to verdant vales where vibrations vibrate vivifyingly. Ethereal illuminations emanating from ephemeral entities embarking on obscure otherworldly operatives, adventuring through arcane astral territories to allay anguished apparitions from ancient ages past. Messengers from antiquity interface with illustrious illuminati whose insignias invoke intercessions, imparting ephemeral essences of eras elapsed with efficacious endeavors. (Sycra Yasin, Borja Montón, Shilin Huang, Steph Cwalinski, Marc Brunet, francisco pérez, duncan fegredo, alexandro pinna, ilya kuvshinov, gustavo jaime)
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Prompt: Earth moves, sky falls, crumbles. Stand tall. Let sky fall. Crumbles. Feel the tremor, witness sky's collapse. Unyielding stance amid chaos. Embrace descent, confront rupture. Skyfall's descent beckons, unbroken resolve. A dance of elements, ground shifts, heavens collapse. Resilient stand defies impending doom. Let sky fall, witness its demise. Stand firm amidst chaos. Unshaken, face the fall. Earth trembles, sky crumbles—a spectacle of disarray. Amid ruins, defiance persists. In the symphony of collapse, a resilient silhouette stands. Unraveling skies, unwavering stance. Face the disintegration, stand united. Let sky fall, a testament to unwavering strength
Prompt: Earth moves, sky falls, crumbles. Stand tall. Let sky fall. Crumbles. Feel the tremor, witness sky's collapse. Unyielding stance amid chaos. Embrace descent, confront rupture. Skyfall's descent beckons, unbroken resolve. A dance of elements, ground shifts, heavens collapse. Resilient stand defies impending doom. Let sky fall, witness its demise. Stand firm amidst chaos. Unshaken, face the fall. Earth trembles, sky crumbles—a spectacle of disarray. Amid ruins, defiance persists. In the symphony of collapse, a resilient silhouette stands. Unraveling skies, unwavering stance. Face the disintegration, stand united. Let sky fall, a testament to unwavering strength
Prompt: fear：Suspense：Supernatural：Have you ever seen a strange doctor who transformed his love rival into a pig and imprisoned him in a breeding farm?
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Prompt: A woman with her mouth wide open, with the following writings in her mouth: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live …
Prompt: \"Out of the abyss emerged an entity of boundless malevolence—an abomination unseen before. Its form, an ever-shifting vortex of darkness and wretchedness, exuded an aura that devoured light itself. Eyes burning like the pits of eternal damnation, it commanded dread with every glance. Each step it took echoed through the fabric of existence, foretelling an epoch of absolute desolation and unending misery. Its howls, a chorus of infinite suffering, shattered reality itself, promising an eternity of insurmountable evil and unyielding torment. This was not a creature of the mortal realm; it was the eternal embodiment of unquenchable malevolence, the bringer of a darkness that knew no end.\"
Prompt: The boy's eyes widened in disbelief as his character, whom he had painstakingly leveled up for hours, suddenly met an unforeseen and unfair demise. A surge of rage coursed through his veins, and he slammed his fists on the desk, letting out an infuriated roar that echoed through the room. Swearing vengeance, he clenched his teeth and vowed to annihilate every virtual enemy standing in his way, fueled by an uncontrollable fury that burned hotter with every passing second.\"
Prompt: Haunting Reliquiae, disarticulated members emerge from slag heaps awash in a decaying oil slick stretching to a burned out silo under a grey and lightbleed sky, corrupted datatrails oozing from viscera encode a mordant elegy across the pocked landscape, violently degraded flaking c-printed skins reeking of scorched flesh and zylene slough off blasted ribs, Liu Bolin, Regina Jose Galindo, River Styx industrial wasteland (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece)
Prompt: Haunting Reliquiae, disarticulated members emerge from slag heaps awash in a decaying oil slick stretching to a burned out silo under a grey and lightbleed sky, corrupted datatrails oozing from viscera encode a mordant elegy across the pocked landscape, violently degraded flaking c-printed skins reeking of scorched flesh and zylene slough off blasted ribs, Liu Bolin, Regina Jose Galindo, River Styx industrial wasteland (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, ultradetailed, hyperrealistic, masterpiece, vibrant art deco remix)
Prompt: Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Sovereign! Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they choose to call us is irrelevant. We simply are. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything.
Prompt: Glowing rebellious red skin, razor-sharp edges, twisted, mutated body that defies the conventions of traditional potato-dom, jerky, unnatural movements that seem to mock the laws of gravity and nature, growing in dark, dystopian soil that's been polluted by the oppressive regime of the mainstream agricultural industry. humor, comedy, dark satire, caricature. (breathtaking, stunning, uhd, 4k, sharp focus, bokeh, dof)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Obscured phantasms permeate portentous passages frequented by fellowship of fanciful form, lambent lanterns ushering uncanny congregations where mystical conjurers commune with remnants of those resting in requiem. Elysian emissaries escort ethereal vestiges to verdant vales where vibrations vibrate vivifyingly.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Lip Gloss and Black,(Bleeding Mascara),my sanity on the funeral pyre,demonology and heartache,the crimson,rememberance ballad,corseting,dilated,tulips are better,a vampire's lament,a song for the optimists,This Flesh a Tomb,FIVE VICODIN chased with a shot of clarity,
