Prompt: The Panther. His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
Prompt: the panther. As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, the movement of his powerful soft strides is like a ritual dance around a center in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Prompt: Realistic oil painting of a couple embracing, with focus on their faces and the way they look at each other, by John Singer Sargent, soft lighting and intricate details capturing the emotions in their expressions. The background is blurred to emphasize the connection between the two figures.
Prompt: \"Envision a canine steeped in the darkest recesses of malevolence, a fiendish entity twisted by the very fabric of wickedness itself. Picture this dog lurking within a realm devoid of hope, a desolate landscape tainted by its nefarious presence, shrouded in perpetual darkness that devours any glimmer of light. Capture the essence of its nefarious nature, its movements sinuous and predatory, each step a chilling echo reverberating through the void. Show its eyes ablaze with a malevolent inferno, gleaming with an insatiable hunger for chaos and devastation. Render its form draped in shadows, a sinister silhouette amidst the abyss, its contours merging seamlessly with the void. Highlight its visage, a grotesque mask of malevolence twisted into a perpetual snarl, baring gnarled, jagged teeth that drip with the essence of maleficent intent. Emphasize its chilling presence, an omnipresent aura that suffocates hope and sows seeds of unrelenting terror, exuding an essence of unbridled malevolence and an insatiable thirst for eternal darkness and unending torment.\"
Prompt: The hunters caught the lion in the forest, and put it in the hunters' net. Registration covers him from all sides and he cannot get out.
Prompt: I'm sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon. A young eagle raised in captivity, My sad comrade, flapping his wing, Bloody food is pecking under the window,
Prompt: I'm sitting behind bars in a damp dungeon. A young eagle raised in captivity, My sad comrade, flapping his wing, Bloody food is pecking under the window,
Prompt: black panther ,,unrealistic art,illusion art,dark ,tattooed,platinum armor ,architecture ,stunning masterpiece,detailed in da Vinci and Hergé style ,
Prompt: The magnetic cat, its fur crackling with energy, harnessed the power of the stroom, bending the very fabric of reality to its will, the electrifying scene a dazzling display of the feline's mastery over the forces of nature.
Prompt: Nelson Mandela, as I walked out of my cell and towards the prison door leading to freedom, I knew that if I could not leave my pain and resentment behind, I would still be in prison.
Prompt: The tiger is the king of the forest, it is strong and brave, with sharp claws and great strength. Monkeys, on the other hand, are nimble and witty, and they are good at climbing, jumping, and playing.
Prompt: The tiger is the king of the forest, it is strong and brave, with sharp claws and great strength. Monkeys, on the other hand, are nimble and witty, and they are good at climbing, jumping, and playing.
Prompt: Through the shadowed veil of life's relentless trials, we find our greatest strength. In the heart of darkness, where despair whispers its coldest tale, there we stand unyielding, conquering not the world, but the abyss within ourselves
Prompt: she sits in a cage of her emotions, these emotions are like a dark web, narrow and cold, she reaches out of the web, all alone
Prompt: Devils It represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, the gods should be gently guided through the spiritual path along and give the child the spiritual qualities needed Devils It represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels from the sky with no represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, god-like action of judgement and judgement, 8k,Devils It represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, worship, reflection, worship, emotional, chaos and suffering. It is thought that the divine Devils It represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels, cosmic desires, high definition, ultra realistic Devils It represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures. Also living in fear, domination and bondage, being caged by an overabundance of luxury, discretion should be used in personal and business matters. Defeated by gods angels + symmetry + depth + volumetric lighting Devils It represents being seduced by the material world and physical pleasures Style Digital Art
Prompt: \"From the depths of darkness emerged a canine of sinister aura. Its fur, a pitch-black veil, draped around its menacing form, and its eyes burned with an icy, malevolent glare that pierced through the soul. With every snarl, the air thickened, and the ground quivered in fear. This was no mere hound; it was a harbinger of malevolence, a specter of terror, whose presence foretold impending doom.\"
Prompt: black panther , Imaginative elements, focus on passion, emotion, and observing the senses ,romanticism Art ,by Henry Fuseli , William Blake,
Negative: more than five fingers
Prompt: His extraordinary eyes and ears were divine gifts, ensuring he could see far into the darkest night without fail.
Prompt: The tiger is the king of the forest, it is strong and brave, with sharp claws and great strength. Monkeys, on the other hand, are nimble and witty, and they are good at climbing, jumping, and playing. Tigers and monkeys often go on expeditions together
Prompt: Within a sleek, futuristic room, the cat prowled with sharpened edges. Its graceful movements echoed the untamed spirit of nature, juxtaposed against the artificial surroundings. A fusion of organic grace and technological precision, the feline embodied a harmonious blend of the past and the future.
Prompt: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah! When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody, please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, \"God be with you\" If there's a God, why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion
Prompt: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah! When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody, please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, \"God be with you\" If there's a God, why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion
Prompt: I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low Running low, yeah! When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody, please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak Tears flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, \"God be with you\" If there's a God, why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me Though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion, by odd Nerdrum, Beksinski, Michael Whelan, Kim Keever, Raphael, Caravaggio, Rembrandt
Prompt: black panther ,,unrealistic art,illusion art,dark ,tattooed,platinum armor ,architecture ,stunning masterpiece,detailed in Hergé style ,
Prompt: The devil's breath exudes embers that linger in the air, a testament to the eternal damnation he embodies. As he speaks, the fiery remnants of souls long lost to temptation swirl around him, creating an aura of perpetual torment.
Prompt: Imagine an even angrier cat, its eyes now narrowed to slits, ablaze with an intense, burning fury. Its ears are aggressively pressed back against its head, while its mouth curls into a snarl that fully exposes its menacing fangs. The fur along its back stands on end like daggers, emphasizing its heightened agitation. Its tail thrashes violently, a furious whip slashing through the air with unparalleled rage. Every breath seems to resonate with an escalating and uncontrollable anger, emanating an aura of seething hostility that electrifies the surrounding space.
Prompt: Imagine an entity of absolute rage incarnate within a feline form. Its eyes blaze with an infernal fury, emitting an unearthly and piercing glow of malevolence that seems to pierce the soul. Ears, flat and pressed violently against its skull, accentuate the sheer aggression radiating from its core. The mouth contorts into a grotesque, snarling chasm, revealing jagged fangs that gleam ominously in the surrounding darkness. Its fur stands like barbed wire, every strand charged with unrestrained wrath, as if electricity crackles through its very being. The tail whips violently, a tempestuous cyclone of unfathomable rage that defies containment. Each breath resonates with an escalating, unforgiving fury, shrouding the vicinity in an aura of unadulterated, seething hatred that eclipses all sense of tranquility.
Prompt: Envision an unsettling image of an individual confined within a dimly lit, claustrophobic space, surrounded by towering walls that seem to close in on them. The cold, muted tones intensify the sense of isolation, as the oppressive architecture looms overhead, casting oppressive shadows that engulf any semblance of freedom. The person, visibly distressed, navigates through the narrow confines, struggling against the suffocating atmosphere that symbolizes societal constraints. Harsh, low-angle lighting creates a haunting play of shadows, emphasizing the struggle for independence within the constricting boundaries imposed by a society that thrives on control.
Prompt: In the realm of minimalist art, Panthera Leo was reduced to bold black lines, capturing the essence of its regal presence. Canis Lupus stood as a simple silhouette, embodying the spirit of the wild. Loxodonta Africana was depicted with geometric shapes, conveying its massive form with minimal detail. Pavo Cristatus was represented by a single elegant stroke, symbolizing its graceful display. Alligator Mississippiensis emerged as a sleek, abstract form, evoking its stealthy nature. Phocoena Sinus was rendered as a series of fluid curves, capturing the playful essence of the dolphin. Ursus Maritimus stood as a white silhouette against a minimalist Arctic backdrop, emphasizing its solitary existence. Rhincodon Typus was portrayed as a streamlined shape, emphasizing its gentle nature. Struthio Camelus appeared as a series of elongated lines, depicting its swift movement across the savannah. Corvus Corax was reduced to a single black shape, symbolizing its mysterious presence. In this minimalist art style, each subject was distilled to its most essential elements, leaving room for interpretation and contemplation.
Prompt: IN THE GYM WHERE THE IRON BEASTS ROAR, HE WAS READY TO SQUAT. TO LIFT AND TO SOAR. WITH WEIGHTS STACKED HIGH, A SIGHT TO BEHOLD, HE DESCENDED IN FORM. SO STRONG AND SO BOLD.BUT LO! AS HE PUSHED AGAINST GRAVITY'S MIGHT, A SOUND MOST PECULIAR TOOK FLIGHT. NOT A GRUNT, NOR A GROAN FROM HIS IRON-WILL FIGHT, BUT A FART, SNEAKY AND LIGHT.
Prompt: IN THE GYM WHERE THE IRON BEASTS ROAR, HE WAS READY TO SQUAT. TO LIFT AND TO SOAR. WITH WEIGHTS STACKED HIGH, A SIGHT TO BEHOLD, HE DESCENDED IN FORM. SO STRONG AND SO BOLD.BUT LO! AS HE PUSHED AGAINST GRAVITY'S MIGHT, A SOUND MOST PECULIAR TOOK FLIGHT. NOT A GRUNT, NOR A GROAN FROM HIS IRON-WILL FIGHT, BUT A FART, SNEAKY AND LIGHT. By Rembrandt, Caravaggio, Gustave Moreau, Thomas Gainsborough, Worthington Whittredge
Prompt: warhammer 40000 style, prototype, concept (walker:0.9) as (t-rex:0.8), futuristic design, powerful engine, smoke, smog, sparks, clouds, piles of trash, ruins, sci-fi, cyberpunk, simple parts and designs, streamlined shape, gothic, against the background of the post-apocalyptic ruins of a metropolitan city, dark palette, colored, vibrant color, detailed background, detail, quality, design by Gerry Anderson, art by Chris Foss Johnny Bruck
Negative: animal, low quality, low detail, incorrect details, disproportionality
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: single lone wolf. (resplendent, impressive, hyperconnected, sprawling, realistic, vibrant, futuristic, captivating, brilliant, grand, breathtaking, superlative, stunning, accurate, electric, pulsing, lively, dazzling, towering, impressive, luminous, digital, dynamic, sleek, magnificent, reflective, flawless, modern, impressionistic, cosmopolitan, sumptuous, evocative, vibrant, shining, breathtaking, innovative, lifelike, bustling, topological, spiraling, multi-dimensional, knot-theoretic, connected, integrable, homological, exotic, isotropic, anisotropic, dynamical, non-linear, complex, electron microscopic, high-resolution, nanoscale, three-dimensional, sub-angstrom, quantum, ultrafast, tomographic, non-destructive, crystallographic, cryogenic, aberration-corrected, analytical, stereochemical, multi-modal, holographic, phase-contrast, galactic, celestial, astronomical, cosmic, infinite, stellar, vast, majestic, mysterious, enigmatic, esoteric, ethereal, occult, spiritual, supernatural, transcendental, otherworldly. thick bold dark outlines, dark fantasy, kabuki frontals, samurai tendentials, axiometric projection, ryohei hase, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov, antonio santin, zdzislaw beksiński, joan cornellà, trevor brown, greg simkins, ray caesar, camille rose garcia, jeremy geddes, erik jones, yoshitaka amano, takashi okazaki, yuji kaida, hiroyuki nagashima, katsuhir otomo, shinji takeuchi, tetsuya nomura, kentaro miura, yuji shiozaki, hideaki anno, zao wou-ki, zhelong xu, wlop, huang guangjian, syd mead, ralph mcquarrie, frank frazetta, chris foss, jean giraud, moebius, enki bilal, philip straub, iain mccaig, de lempicka, anton semenov, mucha, nychos, magritte, brandi milne, isabel samaras, sas christian, jeff soto)
Prompt: The prisoner lay with his face towards us, in a very deep sleep, breathing slowly and heavily. He was a middle-sized man, coarsely clad as became his calling, with a coloured shirt protruding through the rent in his tattered coat. He was, as the inspector had said, extremely dirty, but the grime which covered his face could not conceal its repulsive ugliness. A broad wheal from an old scar ran right across it from eye to chin, and by its contraction had turned up one side of the upper lip, so that three teeth were exposed in a perpetual snarl. A shock of very bright red hair grew low over his eyes and forehead.
Prompt: Emerging from the heart of the night, the Wendigo, a creature of nightmares and myth, lurks in the impenetrable darkness. Its form is a grotesque display of death and decay, with bones jutting out against its pallid, ash-gray skin, as if attempting to escape their fleshy prison. Its eyes, sunken deep within their sockets, mirror the cold, lifeless void of the grave. The Wendigo, a gaunt specter more skeleton than creature, appears as though it has been freshly exhumed from its eternal rest. It is a chilling embodiment of dread, its presence an uncanny whisper in the dark, forever lurking, forever waiting. Its very existence is a terrifying testament to the sinister tales that birthed it.
Prompt: As the moonless night enveloped the decrepit mansion, the chilling howl of a solitary wolf echoed through the fog, while unseen hands whispered malevolence from the depths of the decaying woods.
Prompt: black panther ,dark ,tattooed,platinum armor ,architecture ,stunning masterpiece,detailed in da Vinci and Hergé style ,
Prompt: /Imagination prompt: A lonely cat is perched on the windowsill, staring intently at the bustling world outside. Its eyes are deep and penetrating, capturing the essence of curiosity and wonder. The cat's fur is a soft tapestry of gray and white that glows gently in the diffused light filtering through the windows. The city outside is full of life and color, but Cat remains a calm observer, detached yet completely immersed in the scene. Its tail swung rhythmically, keeping pace with the pulsating life it watched intently. Photographed by Yousuf Karsh using a Hasselblad X1D with a 90mm lens, the lighting combines natural daylight with soft studio lighting to create a harmonious balance of light and shadow. --v 5 --q 2,
Prompt: The tiger is the king of the forest, it is strong and brave, with sharp claws and great strength.
Prompt: {{A poorly executed and uninspiring representation of a lifeless lion}} in a dull portrait with unconvincing details. This is a failed wildlife-inspired image that lacks any sense of power. The environment/background is unattractive and fails to evoke the majesty of a lion's habitat. The image should be in the style of a low-quality photograph, with no clear artistic inspiration. The medium shot, captured with a subpar lens, provides an uninspiring perspective. The lighting is flat and lacks any sense of dynamism, detracting from the supposed intensity of the lion's roar. The level of detail is minimal, with a low-resolution output, missing crucial elements of the lifelike qualities of the lion. The goal is to create a disappointing image that leaves viewers unimpressed.
Prompt: The day I was born happened to be an auspicious day for the White Tiger to hold the position of power. The fortune tellers passing by saw me and told me that I was born well and that my life was precious. In this life, you are destined to live a long, healthy, prosperous and prosperous life, and you will be able to achieve great things in the future.
Prompt: Paranoia, a state of intense or irrational fear of persecution or threat, Distrust and suspicion ,Hypervigilance: Constantly on guard, Obsessive thoughts, Isolation and withdrawal: Fearing betrayal and persecution,
Prompt: Paranoia, a state of intense or irrational fear of persecution or threat, Distrust and suspicion ,Hypervigilance: Constantly on guard, Obsessive thoughts, Isolation and withdrawal: Fearing betrayal and persecution,
Prompt: Shadow, the Prince of Thieves and Brothels: The protagonist is an intriguing character, a skilled thief with an elusive personality. His ability to escape through windows and his pragmatic attitude towards romantic relationships suggest a complex and perhaps somewhat cynical figure.
Prompt: Visualize an intensely enraged cat, its eyes ablaze with an unrestrained fury, emitting an almost otherworldly gleam of hostility. Its ears are notched back sharply against its head, and its mouth twists into a vicious snarl, baring its razor-sharp fangs entirely. The fur along its back stands upright like menacing spikes, emphasizing an unprecedented level of agitation. Its tail whips around ferociously, slashing through the air with an unmatched rage that seems to transcend mere anger. Each breath exudes an escalating and uncontrollable wrath, radiating an aura of seething, incandescent fury that saturates the very atmosphere.
