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: 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: ....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: Sweet smell, nectared flowers, bursting……..lightspeed senses, happiness coursing with existence, delicately embracing the smooth flowing lava from volcanic eruptions of thought, deep into the sky of the complicated mind of shimmering stars. This is the meaning of life……….the awakening of sultry depression forced into the world, begging on its bloody knees, just to be abandoned, intrigued to discover the separate but not dissimilar evolution of spirit and generation into never ending flowers of hope, destiny, spirituality, acceptance and love……..floating softly on a fantasy, living fast in the ecstasy, only now able to express, only now able to be and only now able to process………...what was and is. Ever so slowly dragging my feet through the soft golden sands made from tired souls metamorphosing into the bliss of running free in strides of light, bounding through understanding and living expression. The blinding light of all seeps into our ears and our minds, life and existence forced to fuse in the ultimate loneliness of your unknown thoughts………..taking over all emotion, bringing colour to a monochromic cesspool of dark thoughts.What is it that this means…..a slow lesson….the forbidden key…..forgiveness, understanding and love is all we need.
Prompt: In that moment, I was yet to grasp the contradictory nature of humanity. I had no inkling of how much sincerity could be tainted by pretense, how nobility could harbor hidden vices. Perhaps, even in the clutches of evil, virtues could be discovered. A cyberpunk-inspired city emerges from these words, where everyone is engrossed in their own affairs, wrapped in mutual apathy.
Prompt: In that moment, I was yet to grasp the contradictory nature of humanity. I had no inkling of how much sincerity could be tainted by pretense, how nobility could harbor hidden vices. Perhaps, even in the clutches of evil, virtues could be discovered. A cyberpunk-inspired city emerges from these words, where everyone is engrossed in their own affairs, wrapped in mutual apathy.
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: We inherit the earth, we inherit the war. I inhabit the wound, I dwell in the harm. The past still echoes through our dreams: Plant the Tree of Life inside the Heart of the Machine.
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: the text \"Raheem\" as a logo for an advanced AI company that manufacter robots
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!
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: someday you came to me and I knew you were the one. You were the one i was dreaming all my life. When is dark you are my light
Prompt: Lip Gloss and Black,(Bleeding Mascara),my sanity on the funeral pyre,demonology and heartache,the crimson,rememberance ballad,corseting,dilated,tulips are better,a vampire's lament,a song for the optimists,This Flesh a Tomb,FIVE VICODIN chased with a shot of clarity,
Prompt: How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss,
Prompt: A man, who is the astronaut, met a huge stormy planet that he never ever seen. He thought that he would die, being drawn by the storm of the planet, But he, who is a brave person, couldn't have given up. Hetried to and tried to , finally he has gotten out of it.
Prompt: A grain of sand like in sea waves, How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss, I'm lost, tired of thoughts
Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line Art
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: 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: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.
Prompt: She takes life away and she gives life back. When winter comes, the light and warmth disappear into her cauldron so she can turn them into spring. A relationship ends and goes into the vastness, and in its place she presents opportunity and life change. When one thing ends, she always produces something new to take its place. Eventually everything must go into the shadows. Even you.
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: An oil painting of mother Lilith sleeping in paradise and dreaming of the hell where her children live. Illustrated and detailed in the combined style of Alexander Cabanel and Zdzisław Beksiński, PERFECT BODY, PERFECT FACE. high quality, detail, virtual photographer, photo mode, HDR
Negative: [AUTO_NEGATIVES] bad, ugly, warped, hard light, text, logo, jpeg artifacts, comic, stippled, blurry, dull, sketch, mediocre, repetitive, +(black and white, monochrome)1.1, latex, retouched, unfocused
Style: Tile Texture
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: You walk this earth without a heart You tear the innocent's souls apart You shovel your conscience into the grave You walk this earth without a heart Your uniform couldn't be taken off A tattoo burned into your flesh Your mind, your voice These are your instruments of death How could you dare to be so bold You only did as you were told Marionettes dancing in time To the apologetic lines For all the monsters of our time Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find A city of souls dying for peace Welcome to the belly of the beast One mind, one voice Welcome to the belly of the beast Who hears your voice? Millions, never, never again Madness, never, never again Martyrs, dead that can't die Monsters Insanity, the normal state The left hand a hammer, the right the stake Driven so deep into the heart It's killing love, it's killing faith It's killing 'cause it's from the heart What better way to demoralize When your own children are your spies The things you trust are not the same Trust in death, trust in grief Trust in hope is trust in pain Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find You're not supposed to question faith But how do you accept this fate? Millions, you walk this earth without a heart Madness, tear the innocent's souls apart Martyrs, shovel your conscience into the grave Monsters
Prompt: Within the hallowed halls of a time-worn library, ancient books with weathered spines line towering shelves that seem to reach the heavens. Dim candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on dusty manuscripts and forgotten knowledge. The scent of aged parchment lingers in the air, and the silence is broken only by the occasional creak of wooden floors. The scene exudes a sense of wisdom and the timeless allure of knowledge hidden within the pages of history.
Prompt: You start as a explorer on a lush alien planet to find out what happend to the exploration rovers that were send here to explore but vanished from the radar so you have to survive and repair the old base from he rovers then you figure out that its completely ripped apart and you need to scavage the planet for resorses
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
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: You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will be as one, Futuristic, melancholic, Photography, style: Futuristic Style: Anime seed:379650554
Prompt: In the neon-lit alleyways of a cyberpunk city, holographic signs flicker and reflect off rain-soaked pavement. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and the hum of electronic devices. Graffiti-covered walls bear the marks of a rebellious counterculture, and distant skyscrapers pierce the night sky. Hovering drones buzz overhead, capturing the gritty, futuristic aesthetic of a city caught between decay and technological advancement.
Prompt: Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion, too Imagine all the people Livin' life in peace You, Futuristic, melancholic, Photography, style: Futuristic Style: Anime seed:379650554
Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave
Prompt: But the light gently took me on Passing through the clouds, I feel my heart filled with unsaid emotions When I notice, my cheeks feel wet from my tears Why is it that I don't wanna let go of your hand? Please, stay with me and never leave
Prompt: I wake up, but not really. My eyes are open, but I cannot move no matter how hard I try. What's that? Above me... It's just...black. Nothing. Empty space. No, it's writhing blackness. Scream. Please voice, scream. No, my voice betrays me. Tied to my own bed like a quadrapalegic. Breathing is hard, like breathing underwater. It hurts. The blackness slithers closer. I want to close my eyes but my eyelids won't work. No... Its inches from my nose. I can smell it's foul stench, like sulfer and brimstone and a hint of rottenness. Why? What does it want? I've been a decent human. I haven't done anything truly dark. I mean, the cat when I was ten but never again. It moves in...swallowing my being... I scream in my head...
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic android tendrils, leds, circuitry, networked bodyparts, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, he skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic android tendrils, leds, circuitry, networked bodyparts, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, her skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic android tendrils, leds, circuitry, networked bodyparts, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, her skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. if you listened closely, you could hear her mouthing the words \"I win\" over and over and over, like a dirge. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: Ethereally drifting, a moon-pale femme glides through gossamer auroras draped across titanium spires, flowing cerulean locks trailing lunar hymns. Luminescent whispers etch platinum runes across opalescent skin, encrypting lost ballads in rippling coded biosilk. Iridescent veils disintegrate, stardust dreams dissolving on solar winds. (Lee Miller, Man Ray, Dove)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: vacant, vagrant, stumbling, haphazard halls, abandoned warehouse, erratic movements, fueled crack, burning eyes, frenzied intensity, reflecting chaos mind and tumult world, once bustling hive industry, now dormant, desolate shell former glory, woman sees flickering hope, holding meaning, truth amidst rubble, drugs, fool's hope in world cold logic, calculation, better fool surrender crushing weight despair. cyberpunk, futuristic, alien, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, robotic, interstellar, extraterrestrial, catastrophic, devastated, ruined, demolished, shattered, crumbling, wrecked, ravaged, desolate, obliterated, decimated, annihilated, bleak, dark, gothic, grim, macabre, somber, shadowy, murky, eerie, foreboding. (sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, santiago caruso, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, nychos, ryohei hase, igor morski)
