Prompt: There was an old man named John, who lived in a world that moved rapidly around him. His beautiful memories took him back to the days of his youth, when he had a dream and smiling hopes.
Prompt: Once upon a time in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of England, there lived an old farmer named John. John was known far and wide for his wisdom and patience. He had a saying that he would often share with the villagers: “Patience is the key to a bountiful harvest.”
Prompt: People will forget many things in this world. Whether it is big or small, good or bad, what you remember will be forgotten by others. You remember the things that others have forgotten. Memories are like a puzzle. You hold some puzzle pieces, and others also hold puzzle pieces. Only by working together can we piece together a somewhat complete memory. Now, both grandpa and grandma have been buried in the earth. The memories and stories about my growth have also been buried in the ground. When people are buried in the ground, there are still bones, and there are still people who care about them. Memories are gone when they are buried in the ground. Pencil drawing style. Chinese middle-aged man height:576
Prompt: People will forget many things in this world. Whether it is big or small, good or bad, what you remember will be forgotten by others. You remember the things that others have forgotten. Memories are like a puzzle. You hold some puzzle pieces, and others also hold puzzle pieces. Only by working together can we piece together a somewhat complete memory. Now, both grandpa and grandma have been buried in the earth. The memories and stories about my growth have also been buried in the ground. When people are buried in the ground, there are still bones, and there are still people who care about them. Memories are gone when they are buried in the ground. Pencil drawing style. Chinese middle-aged man ,without hands. not to old.light color
Prompt: People will forget many things in this world. Whether it is big or small, good or bad, what you remember will be forgotten by others. You remember the things that others have forgotten. Memories are like a puzzle. You hold some puzzle pieces, and others also hold puzzle pieces. Only by working together can we piece together a somewhat complete memory. Now, both grandpa and grandma have been buried in the earth. The memories and stories about my growth have also been buried in the ground. When people are buried in the ground, there are still bones, and there are still people who care about them. Memories are gone when they are buried in the ground.
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: At night time, blurred dark background, beautiful black shiny sports Lamborghini getting washed with water hose, parked in driveway of a beautiful single family house
Style: Photographic
Prompt: One day, he walked into a coffee shop hidden in a busy street, hoping to find some solace in the tranquility.
Prompt: Odin, revered as the supreme Lord among the Asa gods, governed a wide array of realms, overseeing prophecy, kingship, wisdom, healing, magic, poetry, war, and death.
Prompt: The man was exceptionally handsome and elegant. His face was radiant and clear, with eyes that held a special charm, dark in color and intense in their gaze. His beard was thick and full, adding an aura of beauty and wisdom to his appearance. His voice was captivating and articulate, expressing eloquence and wisdom.His external demeanor reflected strength of character and generosity. He possessed height and robustness, with a straight and noble posture. His silence carried dignity, and his words were pearls of wisdom flowing clearly and smoothly. He was neither stern nor dismissive but rather beloved and respected by all. He had companions who admired and served him attentively and faithfully.This man was unique in his beauty and character, combining strength and charisma, wisdom, and kindness. He was a personality unmatched in greatness and magnificence.
Prompt: (Visual art), chaos:1.5, palm of the hand, rose inside an eggshell, mouth inside an rose, rope, twisted lines, dark tones,( oil painting style:1),art by Jarek Kubicki
Negative: ugly
Style: Isometric
Prompt: Odin, the revered leader of the Asa gods, governed over prophecy, kingship, wisdom, magic, and war.
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 gentleman embraced the horizon with his elbows, his gaze stitching buttons to the clouds, wearing a hat made of sunset whispers and a coat woven with the laughter of ancient typewriters.
Prompt: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
Prompt: The scene transitions to moments of past beauty, with rapid image changes portraying memories, capturing the essence of the beautiful times.
Prompt: /The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of life's hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless man's appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world. antient babylon style
Prompt: Odin gave life and soul, Willy gave reason and movement, and Fey gave emotion, intelligence and language, becoming the ancestor of mankind.
Prompt: Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life
Prompt: Cupid has blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. He had a lovely pair of wings that allowed him to fly through the air. The bow and arrows in his hands were made of laurel wood, and the arrows were made of honey and beeswax
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: steampunk cruiser raven dark overly emphasized Emo grunge character futuristic gold foil textured
Negative: blurry, ugly not steampunk enough
Style: Photographic
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: In the village of the Hobbits, there was a very cheerful young boy whose smile could light up the entire place. Whenever he was happy, his laughter echoed like a melody through the lanes. It was during these moments of pure joy that he would promise to give away numerous things to others, his generosity matching the brightness of his beaming smile.
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: A powerful impact threw the man's body into the air. When he came back to his senses, he found himself bound to the floor by the power of darkness, unable to move, and in the room, the environment was dark and horrifying, frighteningly
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: Amidst this scene stands a mature figure, perhaps an elder from the village or a reflection of one's former self, reminiscing about days gone by. Their demeanor is reflective and composed, filled with nostalgic remembrance and contemplation, with eyes that bear the weight of years and the depth of life experiences. The visual style adopts warm tones, tinged with a hint of nostalgia, reminiscent of the gentle touch of passing years. Sunlight filters through the leaves, bathing the figure in a comforting warmth, evoking a sense of tranquility and peace. Lighting effects are soft and warm, imparting a feeling of coziness akin to cherished memories. Perhaps a gentle breeze rustles the leaves, causing dappled patterns of light to dance upon the ground, painting an image of the tender embrace of passing time. The entire scene resembles a nostalgic painting, capturing the quiet contemplation and wistfulness that comes with the passage of time. The character's personality serves as the heart of this tableau, carrying the imprints of time and fragments of cherished memories.
Prompt: The man described by Umm Ma'bad was exceptionally handsome and elegant. His face was radiant and clear, with eyes that held a special charm, dark in color and intense in their gaze. His beard was thick and full, adding an aura of beauty and wisdom to his appearance. His voice was captivating and articulate, expressing eloquence and wisdom.His external demeanor reflected strength of character and generosity. He possessed height and robustness, with a straight and noble posture. His silence carried dignity, and his words were pearls of wisdom flowing clearly and smoothly. He was neither stern nor dismissive but rather beloved and respected by all. He had companions who admired and served him attentively and faithfully.This man was unique in his beauty and character, combining strength and charisma, wisdom, and kindness. He was a personality unmatched in greatness and magnificence.
Prompt: Legend painted him as a sagacious and solemn figure around fifty years of age, tall and one-eyed, wearing a wide-brimmed hat.
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: make an adult person smiling with happiness in the midst of darkness, illuminating wherever he goes, a person who has learned to live with his own understanding and evolution
Prompt: Odin gave life and soul, Willy gave reason and movement, and Fey gave emotion, intelligence and language, becoming the ancestor of mankind
