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.
Style: Craft Clay
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.
Style: Origami
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.
Style: Digital Art
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.
Style: Isometric
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.
Style: Anime
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: describe a first-person photo of a dark, damp room. The air is cold and heavy, and a single candle next to your bed emits a dim, flickering light. The bed is uncomfortable and creaky
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Create a spooky digital art scene: a shadowy room with a girl holding a knife, surrounded by bloodstains. Illuminate it with window light and a storm outside. Add a zoom into the girl's shocked eye for an extra eerie touch.
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Create a spooky digital art scene: a shadowy room with a girl holding a knife, surrounded by bloodstains. Illuminate it with window light and a storm outside. Add a zoom into the girl's shocked eye for an extra eerie touch.
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Surrounded by a gentle breeze, this person seems at peace with the world, as if they hold within themselves the deepest and most profound secrets of the universe. They are a master of silence, and their ability to keep secrets is evident in the subtle, enigmatic smile that occasionally graces their lips. As you pass by, you can't help but feel a sense of respect and intrigue toward this individual who, in the midst of a chattering world, embodies the art of discretion and the ability to guard the most confidential of confidences.
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Love, grief, split emotions, contrasting feelings, emotional duality, heart's paradox, love's warmth, grief's shadow, juxtaposed sentiments, emotional spectrum, tears and smiles, joyous sorrow, melancholy bliss, tender ache, bittersweet emotions, conflicted heart, opposing feelings, dual essence, emotional divide, love's embrace, grieving soul, intimate sorrow, passionate mourning, shared heartache, contrasting expressions, emotional dichotomy, blended sentiments, love-grief fusion, heart's intersection, mixed emotions, dual resonance, conflicting vibes, emotional intersection, love's radiance, grief's depths, split feelings, contrasting moods, emotional harmony, bittersweet fusion, dual sentiments, love and sorrow, heart's contradiction, emotional juncture, contrasting states, blended affections, split soul, love-grief canvas, emotional chiaroscuro, heart's division, dual emotional narrative
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: \"A solitary individual, absorbed in contemplation of the horizon, under a small ethereal cloud. The palette reveals intense gray tones, illuminated by brilliant nuances, while the scene acquires a twilight character, enveloped in a serene and melancholic atmosphere.\"
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: An eldritch entity femine form , a testament to the allure of the feminine. its form a shifting void of shadow, tendrils of darkness reaching out like cosmic fingers. Unearthly whispers emanate from the swirling abyss, beckoning madness. A sight that defies human comprehension. , now writhe in agony, their delicate curves forever marred by their unholy union. A symphony of silent screams hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the unimaginable horror that this finger-woven fiend embodies. Beauty and horror collide in this nightmare demon, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within even the most delicate forms.
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: An eldritch entity femine form , a testament to the allure of the feminine. its form a shifting void of shadow, tendrils of darkness reaching out like cosmic fingers. Unearthly whispers emanate from the swirling abyss, beckoning madness. A sight that defies human comprehension. , now writhe in agony, their delicate curves forever marred by their unholy union. A symphony of silent screams hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the unimaginable horror that this finger-woven fiend embodies. Beauty and horror collide in this nightmare demon, a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurks within even the most delicate forms.
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: master of puppet, in a gloomy dark world, cemetery, bats in total darkness, annihilated, roar of thunder, typhoon, cast away, horror, eerie,
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Avatar for Telegram for a girl who likes black color, hides her face, always screams, thinks she is on a TV show
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: girl in misery and sorrow, crying, tears from eyes, surrounded by death, pain, depicting someone who lost everything in life and wishes for death.
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Bone engraving on deer skull seen from the front, ((Viking motifs)) well-cut, high-definition precision.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: In the story of Nabucoo Fiora, the cursed artist Visual characteristics: Wears colorful clothes, but her shadow seems dark and mysterious. Her eyes change color. Personality traits : Creative, tormented, possesses a magical but cursed gift. Expresses her pain through her art. Style: Cartoon -586 BC
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: A girl walks through the forest with a lamp on a snowy night, the snow is as thick as her knees
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: (Surrealism), a woman's fragmented timeline, where past and future overlap, and where darkness clashes with light, creating a film-like effect and (abstract art),
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: I kinda hope there's something wrong with me I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be) I pray to god it's not normal Crying on the floor I don't wanna do this anymore
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: I kinda hope there's something wrong with me I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be) I pray to god it's not normal Crying on the floor I don't wanna do this anymore
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: claustrophobic, a dark box, dimly lit, jaggered, distant howling, error, sinister, triggered, alarming, a mysterious thin fog, blanched, watery, flickering of light, hyper detailed, a detail with perfection and enhancement
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: claustrophobic, a dark box, dimly lit, jaggered, distant howling, error, sinister, triggered, alarming, a mysterious thin fog, blanched, watery, flickering of light, hyper detailed, a detail with perfection and enhancement
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: in style of Tim Burton, a ghost in a graveyard at night, full moon, spooky vibe
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: a new beginning of life, a life-like small plants waking up from her dream, body made out of tree stems, early morning, morning mist, misty, foggy and wet, a droplet of water falls on her head splashing to the both sides, she's giggling, her slim stem is green and light, her roots is steadily on the ground, the grass surrounding is long, the morning orange sun is brightly lit in background, dapples of light can be seen shining through tall matured leaves, the winter is coming, some leaves leaving the trees, a magical world, fantasy world
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: diaphanous, a girl curling inside a cocoon with visible glowing beating heart in red, pulsating, earth shaking, stone trembling, perilous, blasphemous , alien garden in tall trees mushroom cup, unreal world, mysthical and magical, radiant
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: /dream prompt: an acrylic painting of a Roman Slave, her clothes torn apart, dust and dirt on her face and hands and feet, being portrayed as a traitor by her master in her barn, she's depressed and crying her heart out loud, painting inspired by Mies Van de Rohe, Van Gough, Artgerm, Arthur Miller, Greg Rutkowski, dab style, global illumination, one sided lightings, high contrast, dark ambient
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: /dream prompt: an acrylic painting of a Roman Slave, her clothes torn apart, dust and dirt on her face and hands and feet, being portrayed as a traitor by her master in her barn, she's depressed and crying her heart out loud, painting inspired by Mies Van de Rohe, Van Gough, Artgerm, Arthur Miller, Greg Rutkowski, dab style, global illumination, one sided lightings, high contrast, dark ambient
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: /dream prompt: an acrylic painting of a Roman Slave, her clothes torn apart, dust and dirt on her face and hands and feet, being portrayed as a traitor by her master in her barn, she's depressed and crying her heart out loud, painting inspired by Mies Van de Rohe, Van Gough, Artgerm, Arthur Miller, Greg Rutkowski, dab style, global illumination, one sided lightings, high contrast, dark ambient
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: /dream prompt: an acrylic painting of a Roman Slave, her clothes torn apart, dust and dirt on her face and hands and feet, being portrayed as a traitor by her master in her barn, she's depressed and crying her heart out loud, painting inspired by Mies Van de Rohe, Van Gough, Artgerm, Arthur Miller, Greg Rutkowski, dab style, global illumination, one sided lightings, high contrast, dark ambient
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: /dream prompt: an acrylic painting of a Roman Slave, her clothes torn apart, dust and dirt on her face and hands and feet, being portrayed as a traitor by her master in her barn, she's depressed and crying her heart out loud, painting inspired by Mies Van de Rohe, Van Gough, Artgerm, Arthur Miller, Greg Rutkowski, dab style, global illumination, one sided lightings, high contrast, dark ambient
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: A little girl who yearns for the secrets hidden in the mysterious castle at the foot of the mountain
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: I wake up, but not really. My eyes are open, but I cannot move no matter how hard I try. What's that? Above me... It's just...black. Nothing. Empty space. No, it's writhing blackness. Scream. Please voice, scream. No, my voice betrays me. Tied to my own bed like a quadrapalegic. Breathing is hard, like breathing underwater. It hurts. The blackness slithers closer. I want to close my eyes but my eyelids won't work. No... Its inches from my nose. I can smell it's foul stench, like sulfer and brimstone and a hint of rottenness. Why? What does it want? I've been a decent human. I haven't done anything truly dark. I mean, the cat when I was ten but never again. It moves in...swallowing my being... I scream in my head...
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Two beatiful girl of Chinese：Beautiful at 18 Elegant grace Candlelit radiance Youthful glow Moonlit charm Exquisite serenity Gracefully poised Shining at moonlight Candlelight allure Tranquil beauty Youthful elegance Candlelit radiance Sublime serenity Lunar luminosity Elegantly enchanting Radiant youth Candlelit grace Moonlit beaut
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: prompt:1998, a woman praying in a desert, religious robe, quaint, timeless, exotic, native, old-word, ritualized, eccentric, ancestral, epochal, sacred, divine, transcendent, liturgical, angelic, veil, turban, hijab, transparent, empty desert, arid climate, sunset, face close up, brunette, curvy, desert clothes, desperately praying, hope, retro, 90's, hair around her veil, sitting, looking up, staring at the sky
Negative: closed eyes
Style: Craft Clay
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: I kinda hope there's something wrong with meI kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be)I pray to god it's not normalCrying on the floorI don't wanna do this anymore
Style: Craft Clay
