Prompt: :Once upon a time, in the mystical town of Munchington, where the ethereal and earthly coexisted in a delicate dance, lived a curious maiden named Lily
Prompt: Once upon a time, there was a quiet small village where a beautiful and kind little girl named Lily lived. She lives on the edge of the village, with a small lamp hanging in front of her door. Whenever night falls, the lamp is like a warm star, guiding lost travelers back home.
Prompt: Once upon a time, there was a quiet small village where a beautiful and kind young girl named Lily lived. She lives on the edge of the village, with a small lamp hanging in front of her door. Whenever night falls, the lamp is like a warm star, guiding lost travelers back home.
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: A femme dons a dress of blossoms and butterfly wings amid lush glades of Wonderland, her gingerbread contours and limoncello limbs softly blended in a hazy chiaroscuro ballet as if in some twilit dream of cream and roses half remembered
Prompt: Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lily. Every Christmas, she eagerly awaited the arrival of Santa Claus, believing he would bring her surprising gifts. However, this year seemed a bit different. Lily's belief in Santa Claus was wavering; she began to doubt if Santa Claus truly existed.
Prompt: Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lily. Every Christmas, she eagerly awaited the arrival of Santa Claus, believing he would bring her surprising gifts. However, this year seemed a bit different. Lily's belief in Santa Claus was wavering; she began to doubt if Santa Claus truly existed. On Christmas Eve, Lily sat by the window, gazing at the starry sky. Suddenly, she heard a faint sound coming from the yard downstairs. Rushing down, she opened the door to find a chubby old man quietly placing a bag of gifts. Lily stared at him in astonishment, and as he turned, he revealed a familiar smile. \"Are you Lily?\" Santa Claus asked, smiling warmly. Lily nodded, filled with joy. He began recounting stories from Lily's childhood, surprising her with his knowledge of her life. \"I've been waiting for you!\" Lily exclaimed, moved. Santa Claus chuckled, \"Sometimes, we need to rediscover our beliefs within. Even if you can't always see me, my blessings and love are always there.\" That night, Santa Claus and Lily shared heartwarming moments, singing songs and sharing stories. Lily regained her belief in the magic of Santa Claus, understanding that even when unseen, belief in the heart remains the most important
Prompt: cinematic, digital art, 2D illustration of a gravestone, rainy cloudy weather, grass with flowers, lighting strike, zombie hand reaching from the ground
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: Radiantly emerging, a rose-limned being floats amid cascading blossoms fringing alabaster avenues, nacre petals spilling quicksilver verses. Lithe as nebulae, ambrosial hymns flush alabaster flesh with indigo lament, chronicling sundered ages from citadels carved in moonlight. Delicate silks shed, relinquishing etherial memories upon the edge of dreaming. (Imogen Cunningham, Claude Cahun, Dove)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The midnight young woman trotted merrily through the glade, aglow with an ethereal emerald radiance as myriad microscopic lights within conspired to imbue the forest with a dimly luminous enchantment on that moonless eve.
Prompt: The story begins with a dense and mystical forest, known as the Enchanted Forest. Tall trees, vibrant flowers, and magical creatures create an otherworldly atmosphere. Our protagonist, Aelia, sets foot on the path leading to this mysterious place.
Prompt: FULL HD, 4K, aerial view, zoomed out, bright colorful natural watercolor, one path/trail splitting into two paths/trails, one path is wide, the other path is narrow, moon in the background
Negative: boring undetailed blurry unfocused
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: Aelia bids farewell to the Enchanted Forest, leaving behind a flourishing and miraculous realm. Her adventure becomes a legendary tale inspiring future generations of brave adventurers to embark on new journeys
Prompt: In the dim and hazy world of imagination, a sprightly faery lived in a shoe. A little shoe, it was, nestling amidst a verdant bower of ivy and thorns, glistening with the dew of a thousand morns. There, she danced and flitted, her tiny wings a blur of iridescent hues, as she wove her spells of enchantment and wonder. The shoe was her realm, her castle, her heart's desire, from which she ruled over a realm of moonbeams and starshine. The faery was a creature of mystery and wonder, forever floating on the edge of reality, a shimmering mirage that tantalized and bewitched all who beheld her. And yet, for all her magic and grace, the little faery remained ever humble--a fleeting, ethereal presence, whose beauty lay not in her elfin form, but in the wondrous, otherworldly realm she opened to those with eyes to see and hearts to believe. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton, uhd, ultradetailed, breathtaking, warm dynamic lighting)
Prompt: In the dim and hazy world of imagination, a sprightly faery lived in a shoe. A little shoe, it was, nestling amidst a verdant bower of ivy and thorns, glistening with the dew of a thousand morns. There, she danced and flitted, her tiny wings a blur of iridescent hues, as she wove her spells of enchantment and wonder. The shoe was her realm, her castle, her heart's desire, from which she ruled over a realm of moonbeams and starshine. The faery was a creature of mystery and wonder, forever floating on the edge of reality, a shimmering mirage that tantalized and bewitched all who beheld her. And yet, for all her magic and grace, the little faery remained ever humble--a fleeting, ethereal presence, whose beauty lay not in her elfin form, but in the wondrous, otherworldly realm she opened to those with eyes to see and hearts to believe. (makoto shinkai, yoshiyuki tomino, katsuhiro otomo, hideaki anno)
Prompt: In the dim and hazy world of imagination, a sprightly faery lived in a shoe. A little shoe, it was, nestling amidst a verdant bower of ivy and thorns, glistening with the dew of a thousand morns. There, she danced and flitted, her tiny wings a blur of iridescent hues, as she wove her spells of enchantment and wonder. The shoe was her realm, her castle, her heart's desire, from which she ruled over a realm of moonbeams and starshine. The faery was a creature of mystery and wonder, forever floating on the edge of reality, a shimmering mirage that tantalized and bewitched all who beheld her. And yet, for all her magic and grace, the little faery remained ever humble--a fleeting, ethereal presence, whose beauty lay not in her elfin form, but in the wondrous, otherworldly realm she opened to those with eyes to see and hearts to believe. (hirow masamune, mamoru oshii, hayao miyazaki, fumiko takano, yokoyama matazou)
Prompt: In the dim and hazy world of imagination, a sprightly faery lived in a shoe. A little shoe, it was, nestling amidst a verdant bower of ivy and thorns, glistening with the dew of a thousand morns. There, she danced and flitted, her tiny wings a blur of iridescent hues, as she wove her spells of enchantment and wonder. The shoe was her realm, her castle, her heart's desire, from which she ruled over a realm of moonbeams and starshine. The faery was a creature of mystery and wonder, forever floating on the edge of reality, a shimmering mirage that tantalized and bewitched all who beheld her. And yet, for all her magic and grace, the little faery remained ever humble--a fleeting, ethereal presence, whose beauty lay not in her elfin form, but in the wondrous, otherworldly realm she opened to those with eyes to see and hearts to believe. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton, marko manev, jasmine becket-griffith, uhd, ultradetailed, breathtaking, warm dynamic lighting)
Prompt: They step into the mansion, the air turning colder, a foreboding silence hangs in the atmosphere
Prompt: A Tulpa [ Little girl ]is a spiritual entity created by the force of will of its summoner and forced to manifest in the physical world.
Prompt: A Tulpa [ Little girl ]is a spiritual entity created by the force of will of its summoner and forced to manifest in the physical world.
Prompt: In a mysterious fairyland, there are beautiful and colorful flowers blooming, with petals emitting enchanting radiance. Within this realm resides a legendary and beautiful fairy named Flower. Her appearance resembles the vibrant flowers depicted in artwork, and she possesses magical powers that allow her to manipulate the forces of nature, making the blossoms even more splendid.
Prompt: Dreamy scenery, magical and real, enchanting atmosphere, surreal beauty, ethereal landscape, otherworldly charm, dreamlike scenes, vivid imagination, magical realism.
Prompt: The demon was becoming clearer in front of her eyes. She understood that her fate was irreversible. In that dark temple, the young woman became a sacrifice for that evil ritual. Her life was extinguished in the darkness in a horrific and chilling scene
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, no boots.Repeated hands,
Prompt: With a flicker of curiosity, the young woman embarked on a journey to unlock her own wild and untamed spirit, embracing her inner freedom and venturing into uncharted territories as she discovered the hidden depths within herself.
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious.
Prompt: As Aria enters the Forest of Oblivion, she immediately senses an eerie atmosphere, as if time itself has halted. Wandering among the towering trees, each step is accompanied by the rustling of dry leaves underfoot. The deeper she ventures into the forest, the more she finds her memories fading away. She begins to forget her family, her friends, and even her own name. The scene captures Aria in a state of bewilderment and awe, surrounded by the ancient, mist-enshrouded trees of the forest. Her expression is one of mixed wonder and confusion, as the magic of the forest slowly erases her memories, leaving her lost in a world both beautiful and mysterious. seed:4230352618
Prompt: She was a work of art, with her delicate features and her graceful movements. She was a sight to behold, and she was sure to turn heads wherever she went.
Prompt: She was a work of art, with her delicate features and her graceful movements. She was a sight to behold, and she was sure to turn heads wherever she went.
Prompt: High atop a mist-covered mountain, nestled in a quaint village, lived a little girl named Lila. Her world was simple, surrounded by the towering peaks and the warmth of her small community.
Prompt: High atop a mist-covered mountain, nestled in a quaint village, lived a little girl named Lila. Her world was simple, surrounded by the towering peaks and the warmth of her small community.
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: 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: In an ancient and mystical woodland bathed in the soft glow of luminescent flora, a community of ethereal beings, known as the Elves, resides. These beings are the epitome of grace and beauty, seamlessly integrated with the natural world around them. Tall and slender, with pointed ears that catch the ambient whispers of the forest, the Elves possess an otherworldly allure. The Elves' dwellings are woven into the ancient trees, their homes blending seamlessly with the foliage. Elaborate bridges made of woven vines connect tree to tree, creating a network of elevated pathways that traverse the enchanted woodland. The air is filled with the melodic tunes of Elven songs, sung in a language that seems to resonate with the very heartbeat of the forest. Adorned in garments crafted from shimmering leaves and delicate petals, the Elves move with a fluidity that mirrors the swaying branches and rustling leaves. Their eyes, reflecting the wisdom of ages, sparkle with an inner light that mirrors the luminescent glow of the mystical flora that surrounds them. Elven artisans are skilled in the art of creating intricate jewelry and accessories, often incorporating enchanted gemstones that shimmer with magical energy. The Elves are known for their affinity with the natural world, and in their presence, flora seems to respond to their every movement. Flowers bloom in vibrant hues as they pass, and tendrils of ivy gracefully coil around their fingertips. It is said that the Elves communicate with the ancient spirits of the forest, and their songs are a form of conversation with the very essence of the woodland. As guardians of the mystical realm, the Elves embody a timeless beauty that transcends the ages, creating an atmosphere of enchantment that lingers in the air. To encounter these beautiful beings is to witness a harmonious dance between the ethereal and the earthly, a living testament to the magic that resides in the heart of the enchanted forest.Style: Anime
Prompt: Within a humble cottage, a poor villager is taken aback as a ethereal lady fairy materializes before him. Adorned in white attire, she hovers gracefully in the air, bringing an air of enchantment to the modest surroundings. The man, with a demeanor of humble surprise, witnesses the magical presence of the fairy, creating a moment where the extraordinary meets the simplicity of a cottage dwelling.
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: The next morning, as Lily awoke to find the mysterious present, her eyes widened with amazement. She unwrapped the gift to reveal the most enchanting doll she had ever seen. Joy and wonder filled her heart as she realized that Christmas had truly arrived.
Prompt: Oh, in the elder magic of ages lost,Two lovers found, at great cost,Life, a dark and quiet king,Death, a bright and wise queen.Their love, a mystery to behold,Of opposites, their hearts enfold,Ebony and ivory in sweet embrace,Their love a haunting, the purest grace.For life, a force of passion deep,Finds solace in death's eternal sleep,And death, in life's enduring flame,Finds peace in love's eternal game.Together they dance, these lost souls,In a world of shadows and ghouls,Their love, a testament to the macabre,A beacon shining, a lover's sabre.For where life and death doth intertwine,A beauty of darkness, so divine,In hues of ebony and ivory,A love that's true and never weary.So let us marvel at this sight,Of life and death in sweet delight,In the elder magic of ages gone,Where love and darkness doth enthrone.
Style: Fantasy Art
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: A glimmer of hope shone through the weary eyes of the young woman as she gazed longingly towards the distant horizon, her soulful expression rendered through the lens of a lomographic camera in a moody monochrome palette awakened feelings of nostalgia, longing and better days yet to come.
Prompt: Fantastical jungle, shimmering crystals, dancing shadows, surreal moonlit carnival, enchanted clockwork creatures is a mystical dream
Prompt: So, she was called Tatiana. Nor the beauty of his sister, Nor the freshness of her rosy It would not attract the eyes. Wild, sad, silent, How timid is the doe of the forest, She's in her own family Seemed like a stranger girl.Realism, photography.
Prompt: a girl, In the depths of a mysterious night, a surreal scene unfolded. A panoramic view revealed a river flowing above a house, defying the laws of nature. Bathed in a dark light, the ethereal sight evoked a sense of wonder and intrigue, leaving one captivated by its enigmatic beauty.
Prompt: In the soft glow of the moonlight and the scattered fireflies, glowing fairies and elves dance through the air. Their delicate wings leave sparkling trails as they soar through the treetops in elaborate formations. The fairies emit a soft light that bathes the entire forest in a fairytale atmosphere.
Prompt: In the soft glow of the moonlight and the scattered fireflies, glowing fairies and elves dance through the air. Their delicate wings leave sparkling trails as they soar through the treetops in elaborate formations. The fairies emit a soft light that bathes the entire forest in a fairytale atmosphere.
Prompt: In the soft glow of the moonlight and the scattered fireflies, glowing fairies and elves dance through the air. Their delicate wings leave sparkling trails as they soar through the treetops in elaborate formations. The fairies emit a soft light that bathes the entire forest in a fairytale atmosphere.
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.\"
