Prompt: This night went well for me, I escaped from that woman's window just in time. Of course I would have told the husband that I was just keeping his lady company while he was busy spending his time in the town tavern. But I don't think he would have thanked me for my service to his better half. I always prefer women with whom I can agree on a price. This is why they know me as Shadow, the Prince of Thieves and Brothels
Prompt: As the man stepped into the tavern, the lighting transformed from the neon-lit streets to a dim, cozy interior. Warm, golden hues bathed the wooden furniture, casting gentle shadows across the room. The ambiance exuded a relaxed, subdued feel, a stark departure from the vibrant city outside. The visual style shifted to a more intimate setting, focusing on the man sitting at the bar. The camera framed him against the backdrop of the tavern, emphasizing his contemplative demeanor amidst the murmurs of conversation and clinking glasses. The scene's proportion accentuated his isolation within the bustling establishment, underscoring his introspective mood. He ordered a drink and, with a quiet sigh, immersed himself in deep thought. The lighting, a blend of warm tones and soft shadows, created an aura of secrecy around him, enhancing the sense of mystery that enveloped this unassuming man amidst the rustic charm of the tavern. seed:4069322568
Prompt: As the man stepped into the tavern, the lighting transformed from the neon-lit streets to a dim, cozy interior. Warm, golden hues bathed the wooden furniture, casting gentle shadows across the room. The ambiance exuded a relaxed, subdued feel, a stark departure from the vibrant city outside. The visual style shifted to a more intimate setting, focusing on the man sitting at the bar. The camera framed him against the backdrop of the tavern, emphasizing his contemplative demeanor amidst the murmurs of conversation and clinking glasses. The scene's proportion accentuated his isolation within the bustling establishment, underscoring his introspective mood. He ordered a drink and, with a quiet sigh, immersed himself in deep thought. The lighting, a blend of warm tones and soft shadows, created an aura of secrecy around him, enhancing the sense of mystery that enveloped this unassuming man amidst the rustic charm of the tavern. -seed 4069322568
Prompt: My wife is a gentle woman; her warmth caresses my soul like a gentle spring breeze. She always communicates with me with a smile and a soft tone, making our home a place filled with warmth and harmony. Her gentleness is evident in every aspect of our daily lives. In household chores, she takes meticulous care, infusing each detail with her affection. No matter how exhausting my day may be, returning home to her gentleness is like being comforted by healing hands, bringing tranquility and peace. In our conversations, she consistently listens to my thoughts, be they joys or worries. She understands and respects my perspectives, never imposing opinions. She uses her tenderness to bind our family together, creating an environment full of warmth and love. Her eyes are filled with deep affection; each gaze makes me feel her selfless love. Her gentleness is the secret to the enduring flame of our love, making me deeply grateful and fortunate. In this world, having a gentle wife is the utmost happiness. Her gentleness serves as the pillar of our family, the source of love, and my sanctuary for the soul. I am grateful for such a warm and caring companion, making life brim with sweetness and warmth.
Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune, the notes hanging in the air like memories refusing to fade. The old man took a slow sip, feeling the burn slide down his throat. He glanced at the clock above the bar — its ticking echoed in the quiet of the room. A woman entered, the doorbell chiming softly. She had the look of someone who had seen her share of storms but had weathered them all. The old man's eyes met hers, and for a moment, time stood still. She approached the bar, the worn wooden stools creaking under her weight. The bartender nodded in recognition, pouring her a drink without a word. She took the glass in her hands, the amber liquid reflecting in her eyes. \"Long time,\" she said, her voice carrying the weight of years gone by. The old man nodded, a silent acknowledgment of a shared history. They spoke in fragments, words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. The jukebox changed its tune, the music now a slow dance of shadows on the walls. Outside, the rain began to fall, a soft patter on the windowpane. The old man and the woman sat in silence, listening to the rhythm of the storm. The whiskey warmed them, and the room held the secrets of a thousand stories. As the night deepened, they paid their tabs and rose from their stools. The doorbell chimed again as they stepped into the wet streets. The rain soaked through their clothes, but they walked together, side by side, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the fading notes of the jukebox behind them. In the quiet of the night, they disappeared into the mist, two figures in the vastness of the city, carrying the weight of their shared history into the darkness.
Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune,
Prompt: The young European-American woman contacted the male client and honestly presented her situation to him. Instead of being happy, she showed a hint of uneasiness. The male client seemed inwardly very unhappy with the results, but eventually paid.
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, noboots.Repeated hands,
Prompt: That day, the sunset slowly disappeared on the horizon, and the stars twinkled one by one. Lily sat by the window waiting. Eddie saw the small lamp in the distance, and a strange feeling surged in his heart, as if he was attracted by a mysterious force.
Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line Art
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: Four walls, a refuge moulded by her character, shaped by her restless mind, toned by her relentless fervour. A sharp scent of incense welcomed the guest, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids, naturally drawing thoughts and focus on resting upon the pillowed bed propped against the wall, on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Four additional pillows, decorated with warm red and orange oriental patterns, seemed to burst out from the deep blue wall behind them, advancing even further the proposal of dozing away in a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the bulky bed (the size of which appeared even larger, in the minuscule room), a chromatic dance of red shades decorated the cobalt tinted wall: a wide number of psychedelic posters, adorned with writings and evocative images, depicted the spirituality that characterised her, and outlined the desire for exotic travels that she has been preserving deep within her mind for many years. A timid, bluish, pale light peeped from a window to his left, and it almost instantly blended with the diffuse lighting that was flooding the room, coming from the numerous festive lights tingling and hanging from the ceiling, fixed from wall to wall and around the window. Slightly to the left of it, a night table held her computer and, behind it, stood an enigmatic little jewel box embellished with an exotic bas relief. Almost concealed, lying on the floor under the bedside stand, a pile of books and magazines served as emergency provisions for her thirst of knowledge. A hazy rock’n’roll song about mermaids, echoing directly from the sixties, came from an unidentified source, hinting to the musical spiced taste she enjoyed.
Prompt: The Furtive Nights of Shadow The story begins with Shadow, a skilled thief with charming ways and an elusive personality. His nocturnal adventures take place in the shadows of the cities, stealing not only treasures but also the hearts of women with whom he indulges only for the right price. His life is a dance between risk and reward. - This night went well for me, I escaped from that woman's window just in time. Of course I would have told the husband that I was just keeping his lady company while he was busy spending his time in the town tavern. But I don't think he would have thanked me for my service to his better half. I always prefer women with whom I can agree on a price. This is why they know me as Shadow, the Prince of Thieves and Brothels
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist wafted over the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned a desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of pages turning echoed in the silent night. The entire scene was enveloped in a mysterious atmosphere. On the ancient window, a vague face seemed to be reflected, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mysterious elements in this imagery convey the eerie ambiance of the story.
Prompt: A nobleman hosted a long-table party attended by seven or eight people, and he saw a ghost sitting on a seat, and he was so terrified of a nervous breakdown
Prompt: The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie, the cries of the horrible female ghost became more mournful, her pale arms suddenly stretched out and tightened their grip on the man, the scene was eerie and terrifying
Prompt: He followed the path closer and closer to Lily's home. When he arrived, he saw Lily sitting by the window, smiling to welcome his arrival. The gaze between the two was as deep and warm as the starry sky.
Prompt: Shadow, the Prince of Thieves and Brothels: The protagonist is an intriguing character, a skilled thief with an elusive personality. His ability to escape through windows and his pragmatic attitude towards romantic relationships suggest a complex and perhaps somewhat cynical figure.
Prompt: Dreaming for \u003c@!1179969920818237492\u003e... `/dream prompt:It was already late at night, and a taxi driver, Master Chen. It was decided to pull one more passenger and go home, but the car went back and forth a few times, and there were still people on the road. style：comic book aspect：9：16
Prompt: One day, he walked into a coffee shop hidden in a busy street, hoping to find some solace in the tranquility.
Prompt: I am very strong and I dreamed last night that I had an argument with someone, and then he asked his younger brother to hit me. His younger brother stretched out his hand and pinched the back of my neck, trying to pull my head away. Then at this time, I fiercely hit his younger brother. He couldn't pull at all, so I ignored his younger brother at all, but gave him an invincible look, and then I directly grabbed his boss by the back of his neck and pulled him flying.
Prompt: He walked on the street in the rainy night, his clothes were soaked, and the cold wind was biting. He didn't know where he was going, nor where he came from. He only knew that he had lost everything, his home, his lover, his dream. He felt like a walking dead, without a goal, without hope, without meaning.He looked up at the sky, only to see dark clouds, without a trace of starlight. He looked down at the street lamp, only to see the light was dim, flickering. He felt like that street lamp, about to go out, about to disappear. He couldn't help but think of her, she used to be his light, his warmth, his everything. But she had left him, forever.He didn't know how long he could walk, nor how long he could live. He only knew that he had nothing to lose, his life had no value. He was just waiting, waiting for that moment to come, that moment, he could reunite with her, that moment, he could end it all.
Prompt: The young men become the nightmare of the town, and darkness spreads through the town as the residents feel uneasy and stressed. And in this darkness, the young people of the town are gradually seduced by the darkness, and one by one they fall into depravity.
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 Furtive Nights of Shadow The story begins with Shadow, a skilled thief with charming ways and an elusive personality. His nocturnal adventures take place in the shadows of the cities, stealing not only treasures but also the hearts of women with whom he indulges only for the right price. His life is a dance between risk and reward.
Prompt: As time passed, Alice walked into another store and saw a strange man standing in the corner. His eyes emitted an evil light that made Alice feel uneasy. The man approached her and offered a mysterious item under extremely harsh conditions. Alice couldn't believe her ears. She firmly refused the deal, but the man didn't seem to be giving up.
Prompt: good logo for a trapfinder carachter in D\u0026D, lineart, monochrome, D20
Negative: letters, numbers
Prompt: I don't need no chitter chatter Sweet nothings, tiresome natter Words get in the way I don't need to hear what you have to say. Chat up lines have become a bore I just need a man I adore c lustful hold and stare c passionate love affair I'm an old fashioned girl Looking for a man to show me romance Shower me with kisses and a moonlit dance I want you to wow me Take me back to black and white, like a silent movie Squeeze me tight but hold your tongue I want you to wow me c gentleman will never tell Like a silent movie I don't need no talking pictures
Style: Photographic
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: A hopeless romantic all my life Surrounded by couples all the time I guess I should take it as a sign (Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why?) I'm feeling lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) Now, I'm crying in my room So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more) But still, I want it more, more, more I gave a second chance to Cupid But now, I'm left here feeling stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel That love isn't real Cupid is so dumb
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: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. Style: Photograph
Prompt: I came in from the outside, burnt out from a joyride She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway Played from the bedside is Stella by Starlight That was my heart, the drums that start off night and day The same kind of music haunts her bedroom I'm almost me again, she's almost you I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me I wouldn't know where to start Sweet music playin' in the dark Be still my foolish heart Don't ruin this on me
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: A conversation was a dance of dark secrets and ominous promises, leaving a man with an eerie sense of foreboding that would haunt him long after the encounter ended.
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: 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: Bikini Girl, Most sexy 23 year old red headed Woman, Bikini, wet body, Ultra sexy, sexy pose, Leaning against bricked wall. Surreal, dramatic lighting, beautiful and hot, hot pose, sweat, low cut,
Style: Origami
Prompt: Chatting enthusiastically in the room, there are no characters in the form of snow-covered illustrations outside the window. Just the scene., --ar 3:4
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.
