Prompt: There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.
Prompt: There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; in the style of Norman Rockwell
Prompt: At night, a cold Arctic. As dusk came, the stars shone in the sky, the moon was bright and full, and there were three thatched Arctic houses on the ice, with bonfires burning beside them, and the people danced around them hand in hand. A snowy Jew
Prompt: Miðgarðr: The place of human habitation. There is a three-color Bifrost bridge made of ice, fire and air, which leads to the Kingdom of God
Prompt: Dimly dramatic dirges drift through dilapidated districts of days diluvian, where ghostly gatherings gyrate rituals to rouse fading fancies from frames bygone. Lurid lucent lights guide larval legions in libations to lost life and lore of long-lived linages lending their luminosity.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The dawn rises from the midnight lands! Doesn't the sun set his throne there? Aren't the icemen putting out the fire of the sea? Behold, the cold flame has covered us! Behold, day has entered the night on earth! O you who are quick to see
Prompt: There are strange measurements: A hundred miles is just a small step, A century is a moment And the lake is liquid darkness...
Prompt: A beautiful young girl from China, 14 years old, with a dragon lying beside her. She is dressed in tin, red, blue, and gorgeous Hanfu,Full color，grand scene, Chinese dragon, Surrealism, master works, movie lighting, Ultra HD, fine details, color grading, 32K HD
Prompt: schizoid acid fueled chaos magic, surrealism is above all a state of mind, double exposure of a vague concept of nothing inside of the weirdest thing I have ever seen
Style: Anime
Prompt: schizoid acid fueled chaos magic, surrealism is above all a state of mind, double exposure of a vague concept of nothing inside of the weirdest thing I have ever seen
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: A scene of Amelia joining the flight across the Atlantic. She is seen sitting in the co-pilot seat and flying the plane with pilot Wilmer Stultz, heading towards the Atlantic.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: The world began in desolation, and at the center of the universe was a deep, bottomless gulf called Kinlunga, between the cold of Nivolheim to the north and the hot of Musbelheim to the south.
Prompt: The world began in desolation, and at the center of the universe was a deep, bottomless gulf called Kinlunga, between the cold of Nivolheim to the north and the hot of Musbelheim to the south.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: liminal luminescence lifts lingering gloom, guiding gleaming gullets through gloaming's glimmering gloom. internal interrogations intermittently ignite illuminated intrepidations of intangible infinities. (dave mckean, seb mckinnon, neil blevins)
Prompt: Lusterless aluminides flaked like spent monsoons from high cheek and browline as war-wear graven deep by ionic scour sang the bittersweet ballads of vanished battles across her lovely, long-suffering face.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Prophecies foretell the end of the Nine Worlds in the Twilight of the Gods, a cataclysmic event where the universe is consumed by fire, only to be reborn anew by the last surviving humans, Lífþrasir and Líf.
Prompt: maximum realism - emerald tree absolute beauty luxury class.HD, 3D photorealism wow magically made with love
Prompt: SCP-354 is a pool of red liquid discovered in northern Canada. The liquid is of a consistency similar to that of human blood (hence the colloquial name Blood Pond) but is not of a biological nature. The pool does not have definite banks; soil mixes with the liquid until, at a certain point, there is more soil than liquid and the ground is mostly solid. The liquid becomes denser as one descends deeper into the pool; if the pool has a bottom, it has yet to be reached.
Prompt: from the pods and shells left rotting in abandoned labs comes a skittering, scurrying horde, each mandible and pedipalp purpose-built to devour the dreams that fled this place, entropy now animate to feed on the sloughed skins of progress storied and stalled (john martin,caspar david friedrich, HR Giger)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: From crystalline burrows deep in sunken craters peered tiny moonmen, phosphorescent exoskeletons glowing soft remembrances of lost terraforming dreams witnessed through telescopic eyes across the gulfs of millennia separating conquerors from those left vanquished yet hoping still.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The shit we said in the heat of the moment will end in regret, but we will only know it in the cold light of day.
Prompt: From heat-flaked alloys drizzled mercury tears that froze to gem her jaw, each cold drop polishing to fine luminance memories older than the marching dead and forever young beneath her vivisected, crystalline panes.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Midgard : The abode of mankind. There is a tri-colored rainbow bridge made of ice, fire and air that leads to the Kingdom of God.
Prompt: The night sky is filled with a multitude of stars, as a streak of yellow-green aurora gracefully sweeps across the village in my memories.
Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: I am dreaming of a life and it's not the life that's mine In a stolen car, I rocket west, out past that Jersey line And the robots in their riot gear glimmer in my rear view mirror Love came like an axe and had her way with this coarse earth And a rich deserving book, she was recovered and understood and I awoke
Prompt: The call sweeps across the universe, And everything that lives somewhere, He says: - Leap year. — Or: - Year of active sun. And only in the bottomless darkness, Where there are neither nights nor days, Fire dogs They rush even faster!
Prompt: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe... Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion... I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain... Time to die.
Prompt: For the pair, Search through your wildest, dreams, Free to roam to the edge of the world, Lies between the eyes of darkness, And dark side of the sun
Prompt: I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyr, you look so precious. Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long. Released in this sodomy. For one sweet moment I am whole.
Prompt: 6'4\", with skin as pale as the moonlight. My hair is long and black, reaching down to my waist. My eyes are an icy blue, the color of a frozen lake. My body is lean and muscular, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. My hands are large and powerful, capable of crushing the life out of any mortal. My voice is deep and commanding, echoing through the darkest corners of the night. I am dressed in a black leather coat, adorned with silver chains and studs. Underneath, I wear a white silk shirt that clings to my torso, revealing my defined abs and chiseled chest. My pants are tight-fitting, made of black leather that hugs my legs, showcasing my powerful thighs and calves. My boots are tall and black, laced up to my knees. Around my neck hangs a black leather collar with a silver cross pendant. My skin is marked with tattoos, depicting symbols of power and dominance. Above all, I carry an aura of power and control, an allure that draws those who seek to be controlled into my web of desire.
Prompt: The Arctic Ocean symbolizes the polar region, with ice floes floating in frigid seawater, creating a distinctive polar landscape.
Prompt: Glimmering ceramacrete and mirrored glass paneled her braincase, reflecting back moon-dabbled ruins through faceless eyes keeping hallowed vigil over the centuries' castaway bones awaiting her step restored amid the ashes.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: A skilled shapeshifter and magician, Loki assumed various forms, such as a salmon, a mare, a seal, a fly, and an old woman named Thork (Þökk), in different events.
Prompt: frosty, jolly, whimsical, magical, enchanting, nostalgic, surreal, ethereal, fantastical, time-traveling, otherworldly, visionary, whimsical, mystical, wintery, celestial, dreamlike, fantastical, eternal, cosmic, temporal, enigmatic. (it melted things and scared the children) (edward gorey, camille rose garcia, marion peck, mark mothersbaugh, joe sorren, ray caesar, nicoletta ceccoli, josh agle, gary baseman, travis louie)
Prompt: Eerie enchantments ebb and flux amidst moon-dimmed mausoleums of medieval men, where chimerical channelers call to comrades crossed seas long since, crafting conduits through veiled via to transport souls to settings seraphic. Otherworldly orchestrations ouvete ominous overtures to usher apparitions audiences awaiting in lands lambent.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Ah, not baptized in the deep waters of Lethe Our spirit is bitter, and our memory torments us. The pain of extra-life grievances smolders within us - Exiles, wanderers and poets!
Prompt: Ah, not baptized in the deep waters of Lethe Our spirit is bitter, and our memory torments us. The pain of extra-life grievances smolders within us - Exiles, wanderers and poets!
Prompt: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss (sci-fi)
Prompt: The day hides its face: The fields were covered with gloomy night A black shadow rose upon the mountains; The rays bent away from us; An abyss has opened and is full of stars; The stars have no number, the bottom of the abyss (sci-fi)
Prompt: The last remaining survivor faces the entity, trapped and surrounded by the suffocating darkness. Describe the climactic confrontation as the entity's icy fingers close in, and the whispers reach a deafening crescendo.
Prompt: The last remaining survivor faces the entity, trapped and surrounded by the suffocating darkness. Describe the climactic confrontation as the entity's icy fingers close in, and the whispers reach a deafening crescendo.
Prompt: The prophecy mentions that the nine worlds will be destroyed and reborn during Ragnarok, there will be a fierce war between the gods and their enemies, the world will fall into a sea of fire, and after the flames die out, the land will be reborn rich and green again, and the two surviving human beings, Lif þrasir and Lif, will rebuild the world.
Prompt: The prophecy mentions that the nine worlds will be destroyed and reborn during Ragnarok, there will be a fierce war between the gods and their enemies, the world will fall into a sea of fire, and after the flames die out, the land will be reborn rich and green again, and the two surviving human beings, Lif þrasir and Lif, will rebuild the world.
Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz
