Prompt: Tired, with 45 years behind him, 30 of them sailing like a damn sailor. I believed I wouldn't die in this salty dungeon, but life, damn it, likes to catch you off guard. Now, here I am, staring at a whale-faced sea monster, the same one that has tormented me in my dreams for years. My companion, shaking like a green stick, hides at the bottom of the boat, unable to deal with the terror. I, with the last harpoon in my hands, pray that luck will guide my arm and hit the vital point of this colossal creature. In the background, our beloved ship burns in flames, a Dantesque scene, as if hell itself decided to welcome us. The sea doesn't care about your age or the stories you bring with you, it just wants to drown you in the unknown. And now, here, on the edge of this abyss, I can only think that perhaps I have lived too long for a tired sailor. John romita style illustration,
Prompt: Tired, with 45 years behind him, 30 of them sailing like a damn sailor. I believed I wouldn't die in this salty dungeon, but life, damn it, likes to catch you off guard. Now, here I am, staring at a whale-faced sea monster, the same one that has tormented me in my dreams for years. My companion, shaking like a green stick, hides at the bottom of the boat, unable to deal with the terror. I, with the last harpoon in my hands, pray that luck will guide my arm and hit the vital point of this colossal creature. In the background, our beloved ship burns in flames, a Dantesque scene, as if hell itself decided to welcome us. The sea doesn't care about your age or the stories you bring with you, it just wants to drown you in the unknown. And now, here, on the edge of this abyss, I can only think that perhaps I have lived too long for a tired sailor. trash cinema poster style,
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Tired, with 45 years behind him, 30 of them sailing like a damn sailor. I believed I wouldn't die in this salty dungeon, but life, damn it, likes to catch you off guard. Now, here I am, staring at a whale-faced sea monster, the same one that has tormented me in my dreams for years. My companion, shaking like a green stick, hides at the bottom of the boat, unable to deal with the terror. I, with the last harpoon in my hands, pray that luck will guide my arm and hit the vital point of this colossal creature. In the background, our beloved ship burns in flames, a Dantesque scene, as if hell itself decided to welcome us. The sea doesn't care about your age or the stories you bring with you, it just wants to drown you in the unknown. And now, here, on the edge of this abyss, I can only think that perhaps I have lived too long for a tired sailor. John romita style illustration,
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Tired, with 45 years behind him, 30 of them sailing like a damn sailor. I believed I wouldn't die in this salty dungeon, but life, damn it, likes to catch you off guard. Now, here I am, staring at a whale-faced sea monster, the same one that has tormented me in my dreams for years. My companion, shaking like a green stick, hides at the bottom of the boat, unable to deal with the terror. I, with the last harpoon in my hands, pray that luck will guide my arm and hit the vital point of this colossal creature. In the background, our beloved ship burns in flames, a Dantesque scene, as if hell itself decided to welcome us. The sea doesn't care about your age or the stories you bring with you, it just wants to drown you in the unknown. And now, here, on the edge of this abyss, I can only think that perhaps I have lived too long for a tired sailor. trash sharknado cinema poster sharknado
Style: Analog Film
Prompt: A weary sailor, around 45 years old, stands on the deck of a burning ship. He faces a monstrous whale-like creature. His younger companion, another sailor, huddles in fear at the bottom of the boat. John Romita's style
Prompt: On the vast sea, a ship was sailing slowly, and a person was looking sideways at the sea. The wind blew his hair, covering half of his face, only revealing his eyes
Prompt: A man, bearing the weight of war on his shoulders, runs desperately towards the shore where a boat waits silently. His eyes reflect distress and urgency as he seeks refuge aboard the vessel. In this poignant scene, the man's shoulders carry the burden of suffering, while the shore offers a glimmer of uncertain hope, symbolized by the boat waiting quietly, ready to transport him away from the horrors of war towards an uncertain future.
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: A sailor in tattered clothes fought against the waves in the stormy waves. Even though he might die in the next second, he did not flinch.
Prompt: Drawn by the call of the unknown, a lone man bravely ventures aboard an old boat, his belongings carefully packed alongside him. The boat, steeped in the history of time, seems ready to reveal its mysteries to the intrepid sailor. However, as the boat frees itself from the tranquility of the banks, an unexpected gust carries away some of its belongings, scattering them in an unpredictable dance on the deck. Despite this loss, the man, imbued with renewed determination, decides to continue his journey, carrying with him the burden of the unknown and the promise of an adventure that promises to be as captivating as it is mysterious.
Prompt: Captain Black and the Waves of Time James, the Black Captain, emerges as a leadership figure with romantic ideals about war and an attachment to tradition. His evolution over the years leads to his death, but his spirit continues to guide the company through the challenges that lie ahead. I will never get used to being woken up by Giacomo's screams. I don't think the servants in his palace behave in the same way when they wake him up and yet he persists in treating us like this. I don't understand why we always have to wake up at dawn: certainly the Count says that only men of little valor don't wake up early.
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: Embracing the call of the unknown, a lonely man ventures aboard an old boat that rests peacefully on the banks of a mysterious river. The weathered wood echoes under his feet as he explores the hull and hoists the delicate sails. As his skilled hands maneuver the rudder, the boat seems to wake up, responding to the presence of its makeshift captain. A thrill of excitement builds as the lone sailor launches into the calm waters, setting off a series of magical events. Glittering leafy trees, ethereal creatures and fairy lights celebrate the adventure that begins, transforming the boat into an enchanted vehicle, ready to reveal the hidden wonders of the mystical world as you sail
Prompt: Embracing the call of the unknown, a lonely man ventures aboard an old boat that rests peacefully on the banks of a mysterious river. The weathered wood echoes under his feet as he explores the hull and hoists the delicate sails. As his skilled hands maneuver the rudder, the boat seems to wake up, responding to the presence of its makeshift captain. A thrill of excitement builds as the lone sailor launches into the calm waters, setting off a series of magical events. Glittering leafy trees, ethereal creatures and fairy lights celebrate the adventure that begins, transforming the boat into an enchanted vehicle, ready to reveal the hidden wonders of the mystical world as you sail
Prompt: The captain of an ocean-going squid fishing boat scolded another sloppy chef-like person in the cockpit.
Prompt: The confused Aurelius was walking on the beach. He suddenly saw a huge rock standing still despite the constant impact of the tide. Finally, the waves that had exhausted all their strength had to give up and retreat quietly. This scene deeply inspired Aurelius. He told himself that in the face of the huge waves of fate, he could only grit his teeth and persevere, and the suffering would eventually retreat uninvited. So he no longer escaped, but faced the various difficulties thrown by fate. In this way, he suffered little by little, resolved little by little, and finally turned the tide and consolidated the rule of ancient Rome.
Prompt: Characters: Marcos Pérez; Description: Traumatized survivor avoiding the sea; Era: Modern times; Clothing: Casual attire with a haunted look; Location: Coastal town near Bahía Blanca; Action: Refusing to venture into the ocean again; Background: Foreboding waves crashing on the shore; Shot: Long shot of the vast ocean; Style: Hyper-realistic photo realism, cinematography --ar 9:16.
Prompt: Youtuber Dmitry Kuplinov is sitting in an armchair facing the window where it's raining, evening, the soft birch light shines on him, and super cozy in the apartment, and the apartment is decorated in the New Year style, video
Prompt: a blue background with red and yellow flowers and lanterns, oriental wallpaper, chinoiserie wallpaper, flowery wallpaper, handcrafted paper background, royal garden background, floral wallpaper, decorative background, chinoiserie pattern, beautiful wallpaper, flowers and butterflies, flowers background, ornate background, birds and butterflies, butterflies and birds, circus background, pinterest wallpaper, stylishly designed background
Style: Tile Texture
Prompt: A sea battle was imminent, and Admiral Yi still had far to travel. The camera pans across the ominous grey waters towards a lone vessel slicing through the waves. Upon its back is a familiar figure, clad all in black, gazing ahead with steely resolve. His tangled black locks whip about his face as the warship picks up speed, its armored shell cutting a relentless path forward. As the shoreline appears in the distance, the sound of crashing waves and pounding drums joins the score. The coming fight would demand all his skill and courage - but for Korea, he would not fail. The image aspect is 16:9 and the style is epic.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Entering the official sea, Xin Qiji had experienced ups and downs. He has repeatedly suffered setbacks in political struggles, but his perseverance and persistence in ideals are admirable. At this stage, he is a sailor sailing alone on the rough sea, facing the wind and breaking the waves, driving the ideal helmsman. Life is like waves coming one after another, while Xin Qiji remains open-minded and heroic despite the surging tide., contrast composition
Prompt: Facing the vast sea, you can see a little bit of profile, only the upper body looks very peaceful and distant
Prompt: Draw a person in medieval attire, standing in the surging waves, with a hint of starlight in his eyes. He feels like the god of this sea.
Prompt: A dark storm descends upon the open sea, putting a small sailboat in grave danger. The Coast Guard, alerted to the critical situation, launches a rescue mission. Describe the drama unfolding amidst the furious waves, the race against time by the Coast Guard to save the distressed crew, and the moment when they manage to bring the sailboat, on the verge of sinking, to safety
Prompt: The well-defined ashes gracefully float on the condensed ripples, brushing over the wrinkled eyes of the drowned sailors, preserved in an unforgettable surrealistic style, passing through an invisible void, and the brief remnants of the submerged smoke stumbling through shallow graves intertwined with swaying kelp forests and forgotten ship wreckage, Rotting and touching in the cool isolation without sunlight.
Prompt: Characters: Marcos Pérez; Description: Survivor on a desolate shore, haunted expression; Era: Present day; Clothing: Torn and soaked sailor outfit; Location: Eerie beach near Bahía Blanca; Action: Listening to local tales of mysterious disappearances; Background: Mysterious silhouettes in the distant sea; Shot: Medium shot; Style: Hyper-realistic photo realism, cinematography --ar 9:16.
Prompt: A man, his back turned to us, flees the ravages of war, his worn attire bearing witness to the turmoil he leaves behind. Desperation etched in his movements, he sprints towards the silent solace of a waiting boat on the shore. In the simplicity of his fleeing figure, we glimpse the raw reality of escape from conflict, a silent narrative told through the urgency in his stride and the weary fabric of his clothing.
Prompt: A man, his back turned to us, flees the ravages of war, his worn attire bearing witness to the turmoil he leaves behind. Desperation etched in his movements, he sprints towards the silent solace of a waiting boat on the shore. In the simplicity of his fleeing figure, we glimpse the raw reality of escape from conflict, a silent narrative told through the urgency in his stride and the weary fabric of his clothing.
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: Characters: Marcos Pérez, fellow survivors; Description: Aftermath of the shipwreck, floating debris in the water; Era: Present day; Clothing: Soaked and torn fishing attire; Location: Calm, eerily quiet waters within the triangle; Action: Clinging to wreckage for survival; Background: Mysterious shadows beneath the water; Shot: Overhead shot of survivors in the open sea; Style: Hyper-realistic photo realism, cinematography --ar 9:16.
Prompt: Astronaut looking like a Space Pirate, , an army of his other pirate ships following him, breath-taking visuals
Prompt: He is kind, cheerful, stellar, But from very distant times Somewhere in the frosty darkness Captivated by monsters.
Prompt: Close-up on the explorer's weathered face, etched with the weariness of countless expeditions. His frost-rimmed eyes, reflecting the icy peaks beyond the ruins, lock onto the scene before him. The dead serpent's gargantuan form fills the background, its obsidian scales stark against the snow. The sword, a spectral blade frozen in time, pierces the creature's skull, a silent monument to an ancient victory. Capture the explorer's awe and trepidation in a detailed digital painting style, using subtle lighting and expressive brushstrokes to convey the atmosphere of this long-forgotten battlefield.
Negative: cartoon, ugly
Prompt: But there was a wet trace in the wrinkle Old cliff. Alone He stands, deep in thought, And he cries quietly in the desert.
Prompt: Jack is a pirate. He lives on a big ship with his crew. He likes to sail on the sea and look for treasure. He has a parrot named Polly. Polly is his best friend. She can talk and sing. She always stays on Jack’s shoulder. Today, Jack and his crew are sailing near an island. They see a lot of people and boats on the shore. They hear a lot of music and laughter. They smell a lot of delicious food. They wonder what is going on. Jack asks Polly, “What do you think is happening on the island?” Polly says, “I don’t know, but it looks like fun. Let’s go and see.” Jack agrees. He tells his crew to anchor the ship and follow him. He takes Polly and goes to the island. When they get to the island, they see a lot of colorful banners and flags. They see a lot of people wearing costumes and masks. They see a lot of stalls selling buns and other snacks. They see a lot of games and activities. They learn that it is the bun festival. It is a celebration of the harvest and the new year. Jack and his crew are very curious. They want to join the fun. They buy some buns and eat them. They are very tasty. They play some games and win some prizes. They are very happy. They watch some performances and dance with the people. They are very friendly. Polly is having a great time too. She likes to talk and sing with the other parrots. She likes to fly and see the sights. She likes to make new friends. Jack and his crew are enjoying the bun festival. They forget about their ship and their treasure. They only care about having fun.by made in abyss style height:576 format:Video seed:3152708725
Prompt: Deep sea. Stranded. Not a living soul insight. Just the clear sky against the still waters and waves. Quiet. Beautiful. Peaceful. High contrast.
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.
