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: A grain of sand like in sea waves, How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss, I'm lost, tired of thoughts
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: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: The day hides its face! The fields were covered with gloomy night; A black shadow has ascended the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss. A grain of sand like in sea waves
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: In ancient times, the marine islanders lived on the beach. There were cottage houses and sailing boats around them. Some people were fishing. Some people took the fire. The children were playing. The dead volcano in the ocean was covered with dense trees.
Prompt: In ancient times, the marine islanders lived on the beach. There were cottage houses and sailing boats around them. Some people were fishing. Some people took the fire. The children were playing. The dead volcano in the ocean was covered with dense trees.
Prompt: The waves crashed against the shore, mingling seawater with raindrops, permeating the air with a fresh yet piercing fragrance. The girl's footsteps left blurry imprints, as if silently narrating the resilient anthem of her life.
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo,chiaroscuro
Prompt: My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,The doors of the temple are always open to me.There is no silver, precious body kits,Cheap show-offs, expensive Mercedes,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestors.There is no hypocrisy and lies mixed up here,No one will look at my back with a sneer.My heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.
Prompt: On the shores of the forgotten sea, where the waters whisper secrets, ancient ruins loom. Their stones are worn by time and tide, yet they stand resilient, guardians of histories submerged beneath the waves, where every tide brings a tale, and every wave sings of bygone eras.
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: the text \"Raheem\" as a logo for an advanced AI company that manufacter robots
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Woe to you, oh earth and sea For the Devil sends the beast with wrath Because he knows the time is short Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast For it is a human number Its number is six hundred and sixty-six I left alone, my mind was blank I needed time to think To get the memories from my mind What did I see? Can I believe? That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me? 'Cause in my dreams it's always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell? Six six six, the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised As they start to cry, hands held to the sky In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done Six six six, the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on, I must inform the law Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes Six six six, the number of the beast Six six six, the one for you and me I'm coming back, I will return And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn I have the fire, I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
Prompt: In the heart of the dense forest, an aged woodcutter, weathered by time, embarked on his daily task. With his loyal donkey by his side, they ventured deep into the woods, collecting firewood to warm the hearths of the village. Their synchronized movements echoed the rhythm of nature, a timeless dance between man and beast.
Prompt: One day, the little fox woke up and found that everything in the forest had become extremely quiet. There were no birds singing, no squirrels in the crowd, not even the twitching of the feathers. The little fox felt very strange, so he decided to explore what happened.
Prompt: One day, the little fox woke up and found that everything in the forest had become extremely quiet. There were no birds singing, no squirrels in the crowd, not even the twitching of the feathers. The little fox felt very strange, so he decided to explore what happened.
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: Once upon a time, there was a small village nestled in a beautiful countryside. The villagers led simple lives, supporting and living in harmony with one another.
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: There are stars, there is flow toward the setting sun chase, there are snow mountains, there is a sunset in the distance, there is only a curtain of light, there is the sea
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: Nature would be the best way to connect with God, there he could witness divine magic happening in real time. Little Boy escaped the distractions of the city and went to live in a village in the forest.
Prompt: There was a violent storm, the waves rolled up and slapped the fishing boat, there was lightning and thunder, dark clouds were covering, and a fisherman was swept into the sea by the waves.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: Imagine a curious traveler discovering a hidden path leading to the stable. How do they feel upon glimpsing the horses for the first time?
Prompt: A vast blue expanse stretched as far as the eye could see, its surface shimmering in the light of the rising sun. Gentle waves rolled across the water, their rhythm a soothing accompaniment to the cries of seagulls wheeling above. A light salty breeze carried the tang of the ocean on every inhale. An air of tranquility and raw natural beauty pervaded the scene, evoking feelings of awe for the power and endlessness of the sea. Its mood could shift in an instant, a reminder of the need for humility before nature's grandeur. For now, all was calm - a peaceful morning where one could sit and find perspective, gaining a sense of one's small place within the world.
Prompt: He left the city where the hare was running, on which the shadow of the eagle fell, and went wherever his eyes looked.
Prompt: night, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the moonlight sprinkled on the villages below, illuminating the wooden huts, which were in the mountains, and the small wooden houses were located on the hills
Prompt: I breathe in life, where shadows gently borrow,Exalting sorrows, in the dragon's marrow. I am the dragon, a tale to trace,In echoes of sorrow, I find my grace.Inhaling life's whispers, with flames that gleam,I am the dragon, in the river's dream.
Prompt: n the mysterious night of the deep forests of Greater Khingan, heavy snow descends upon the thick woods and the roof of the forest ranger's cabin, creating a vast expanse of pristine white.
Prompt: concept album cover, photo Realistic, masutepiece, Realistic, High contrast, hyper Detailed, Best Quality, 超A high resolution, photo Realistic, High resolution, Detailed, Raw photo, Kyoko Kirigiri, Long hair, Purple hair, Side braid, Blunt bangs, Hair Ribbon, a black ribbon, High collar, Brown tie, Black Motorcycle Jacket, Long sleeves, Black Gloves, Black mini skirt, Pleated skirt,(( Black long boots)), (((Full Shot))), Danganronpa \\(Series\\), Street, Full Shot, Looking at Viewer, White shirt, Woman, (((From below))), Busy city, foreshortening, (Pose Seductive), Looking at Viewer, mad, (eyecontact), japanaese girl,
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Create a minimalistic and soft-colored 3D rendering of an astronaut floating serenely in space, inspired by Blender's subtle aesthetics. The astronaut's suit should be rendered in pastel hues, with smooth contours and a matte texture for a modern and stylized appearance. Surrounding the astronaut, depict a series of Bitcoins in an assortment of soft, muted metallic tones, like gold, silver, and pale bronze, gently illuminated by a diffuse light source to enhance the tender color palette. They should be placed in a zero-gravity dance around the astronaut, but keep the design simple and the forms abstract. The background should be a white. The overall lighting should be subtle and diffuse, with no harsh shadows or bright highlights, to evoke a sense of tranquility and minimalism
Style: 3D Model
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: 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: Along terraced cliffsides flaking into the surf, brazen tortoises kept watch through aeons of empires rising and falling, bearing silent witness to invasions come and gone across the ages from their lonely perches high above conquered shores.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Walk along the path and pass through the lush forest, accompanied by the joyful singing of birds. When walking, you can hear the sound of footsteps stepping on the ground, as well as the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.
Prompt: There are many different lights; Countless suns are burning there, The peoples there and the circle of centuries: For the common glory of the deity The power of nature is equal there. But where, nature, is your law
