Prompt: an image described by:All Nature is taught in radiant ways to move, All beings are in myself embraced. O fiery boundless Heart of joy and love, How art thou beating in a mortal’s breast ! It is Thy rapture flaming through my nerves And all my cells and atoms thrill with Thee ; My body thy vessel is and only serves As a living wine-cup of Thy ecstasy.
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: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: an image described by: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: In realms where desire and beauty intertwine, A dance unfolds, where perceptions align. The allure of curves, a tale to be spun, In the poetry of attraction, many reasons are spun. A woman's form, a canvas of grace, A symphony of curves, an enchanting embrace. Large breasts, like moonlit orbs in the night, Draw gazes in, an irresistible sight. Ripeness, a metaphor for life's sweet yield, A bounty of nature, a flourishing field. Curves that echo the promise of fruition, Capturing hearts, a timeless tradition. In the tapestry of attraction, a tale unfurls, Biological whispers, where desire swirls. Breasts, a symbol of nurturing might, Evoke instincts, an ancient rite. Yet, beauty transcends the physical frame, In personality's glow, a lasting flame. Attraction, a nuanced, subjective art, Where connection and depth play their part. In the gaze that lingers, in the heart's sweet beat, Large breasts and ripe bodies find their seat. But let's remember, in this poetic rhyme, True allure is found in the soul's sweet chime.
Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: Visualize an unparalleled embodiment of strength and might, a singular entity whose presence commands the fabric of reality itself. Envision this colossus, sculpted from the quintessence of cosmic forces, each atom resonating with an unfathomable power that defies the limitations of existence. Picture their form transcending the boundaries of conceivable strength, radiating an aura that dwarfs the collective power of galaxies and cosmic phenomena. Capture this unparalleled force amidst the cosmic expanse, a convergence of primordial energies swirling in awe around their divine countenance. Witness as they effortlessly navigate the cosmic tapestry, manipulating the very essence of creation with an effortless thought. Envision their visage adorned in an armor forged from the singularity of cosmic origins, emitting a transcendent brilliance that illuminates the vastness of the cosmos. Imagine the backdrop amidst the genesis of realities, where the birth of cosmic entities bows in reverence to their unrivaled omnipotence, and celestial phenomena pale in comparison to their sheer magnitude. Their essence transcends the essence of existence itself, an embodiment of singular omnipotence that governs the cosmic symphony with an unparalleled grace, an entity whose strength resonates beyond the confines of any conceivable reality.
Prompt: Pause for a moment, reflect, and ask: How can the flames of passion burn bright if the fire within our souls remains unkindled? To embark on the odyssey of true connection, one must first traverse the path of self-intimacy—fusing heart, mind, and spirit into a harmonious symphony.
Prompt: Pause for a moment, reflect, and ask: How can the flames of passion burn bright if the fire within our souls remains unkindled? To embark on the odyssey of true connection, one must first traverse the path of self-intimacy—fusing heart, mind, and spirit into a harmonious symphony.
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: an image described by: I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live …
Prompt: Cinematic High Angle Shot, wide angle, Lipsticks are scattered across the various streets of the city, one by one, it dyeing the ground in the color and smooth texture of the lipstick, People Walking by around
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In the dance of attraction, a tale unfolds, Where desires whisper, secrets told. A canvas painted with nature's grace, Large breasts stand as a captivating embrace. In curves, there lies a timeless allure, A symphony of nature, a dance so pure. Biological echoes in the human heart, Fertility's whisper, a primal art. Bountiful breasts, a symbol of life, Nurturing dreams, calming strife. A testament to nature's grand design, In their ample embrace, passions entwine. Ripe and full, like the harvest moon, A silhouette that makes hearts swoon. Contours of promise, a fertile land, Where desire and beauty hand in hand. In the gaze of beholders, a beauty to find, In the lush curves, a treasure to bind. Yet, let not the canvas be confined, For beauty's definition is vast and kind.Large breasts and ripe bodies, one part of the story, In the Photo Album, each finding glory.
Prompt: In the dance of attraction, a tale unfolds, Where desires whisper, secrets told. A canvas painted with nature's grace, Large breasts stand as a captivating embrace. In curves, there lies a timeless allure, A symphony of nature, a dance so pure. Biological echoes in the human heart, Fertility's whisper, a primal art. Bountiful breasts, a symbol of life, Nurturing dreams, calming strife. A testament to nature's grand design, In their ample embrace, passions entwine. Ripe and full, like the harvest moon, A silhouette that makes hearts swoon. Contours of promise, a fertile land, Where desire and beauty hand in hand. Cultural echoes, societal tunes, Shape the perceptions, like changing moons. In the gaze of beholders, a beauty to find, In the lush curves, a treasure to bind. Yet, let not the canvas be confined, For beauty's definition is vast and kind. In the diversity of desires, a tapestry spun, Where every form finds its place in the sun. Attraction, a melody, a subjective song, In the vast garden of preferences, we belong. Large breasts and ripe bodies, one part of the story, In the grand mosaic of beauty, each finding glory
Prompt: In the dance of attraction, a tale unfolds, Where desires whisper, secrets told. A canvas painted with nature's grace, Large breasts stand as a captivating embrace. In curves, there lies a timeless allure, A symphony of nature, a dance so pure. Biological echoes in the human heart, Fertility's whisper, a primal art. Bountiful breasts, a symbol of life, Nurturing dreams, calming strife. A testament to nature's grand design, In their ample embrace, passions entwine. Ripe and full, like the harvest moon, A silhouette that makes hearts swoon. Contours of promise, a fertile land, Where desire and beauty hand in hand. Cultural echoes, societal tunes, Shape the perceptions, like changing moons. In the gaze of beholders, a beauty to find, In the lush curves, a treasure to bind. Yet, let not the canvas be confined, For beauty's definition is vast and kind. In the diversity of desires, a tapestry spun, Where every form finds its place in the sun. Attraction, a melody, a subjective song, In the vast garden of preferences, we belong. Large breasts and ripe bodies, one part of the story, In the grand mosaic of beauty, each finding glory
Prompt: In the dance of attraction, a tale unfolds, Where desires whisper, secrets told. A canvas painted with nature's grace, Large breasts stand as a captivating embrace. In curves, there lies a timeless allure, A symphony of nature, a dance so pure. Biological echoes in the human heart, Fertility's whisper, a primal art. Bountiful breasts, a symbol of life, Nurturing dreams, calming strife. A testament to nature's grand design, In their ample embrace, passions entwine. Ripe and full, like the harvest moon, A silhouette that makes hearts swoon. Contours of promise, a fertile land, Where desire and beauty hand in hand. Cultural echoes, societal tunes, Shape the perceptions, like changing moons. In the gaze of beholders, a beauty to find, In the lush curves, a treasure to bind. Yet, let not the canvas be confined, For beauty's definition is vast and kind. In the diversity of desires, a tapestry spun, Where every form finds its place in the sun. Attraction, a melody, a subjective song, In the vast garden of preferences, we belong. Large breasts and ripe bodies, one part of the story, In the grand mosaic of beauty, each finding glor
Prompt: In the dance of attraction, a tale unfolds, Where desires whisper, secrets told. A canvas painted with nature's grace, Large breasts stand as a captivating embrace. In curves, there lies a timeless allure, A symphony of nature, a dance so pure. Biological echoes in the human heart, Fertility's whisper, a primal art. Bountiful breasts, a symbol of life, Nurturing dreams, calming strife. A testament to nature's grand design, In their ample embrace, passions entwine. Ripe and full, like the harvest moon, A silhouette that makes hearts swoon. Contours of promise, a fertile land, Where desire and beauty hand in hand. Cultural echoes, societal tunes, Shape the perceptions, like changing moons. In the gaze of beholders, a beauty to find, In the lush curves, a treasure to bind. Yet, let not the canvas be confined, For beauty's definition is vast and kind. In the diversity of desires, a tapestry spun, Where every form finds its place in the sun. Attraction, a melody, a subjective song, In the vast garden of preferences, we belong. Large breasts and ripe bodies, one part of the story, In the grand mosaic of beauty, each finding glory.
Prompt: In the dance of attraction, a tale unfolds, Where desires whisper, secrets told. A canvas painted with nature's grace, Large breasts stand as a captivating embrace. In curves, there lies a timeless allure, A symphony of nature, a dance so pure. Biological echoes in the human heart, Fertility's whisper, a primal art. Bountiful breasts, a symbol of life, Nurturing dreams, calming strife. A testament to nature's grand design, In their ample embrace, passions entwine. Ripe and full, like the harvest moon, A silhouette that makes hearts swoon. Contours of promise, a fertile land, Where desire and beauty hand in hand. Cultural echoes, societal tunes, Shape the perceptions, like changing moons. In the gaze of beholders, a beauty to find, In the lush curves, a treasure to bind. Yet, let not the canvas be confined, For beauty's definition is vast and kind. In the diversity of desires, a tapestry spun, Where every form finds its place in the sun. Attraction, a melody, a subjective song, In the vast garden of preferences, we belong. Large breasts and ripe bodies, one part of the story
Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
Prompt: \"Envision an infinite deity, a colossal entity beyond the measure of cosmic infinitude. Picture this incomprehensible force, its form transcending the very concept of magnitude, with muscles forged from the primal essence of existence itself, pulsating with an infinite, resplendent radiance that eclipses the entirety of creation. Their unfathomable silhouette spans across multiverses, effortlessly wielding the fundamental forces that weave the tapestry of realities. Capture this insurmountable force amidst the cosmic symphony, a convergence of cosmic energies dancing in eternal reverence around their boundless form. Witness as they effortlessly traverse the cosmic web, manipulating cosmic strings with a mere whisper. Envision their armor, a manifestation of cosmic singularities, emitting an iridescent luminescence that illuminates the birth and demise of universes. Imagine the backdrop amidst the cosmic genesis, where the birth of new dimensions submits to their omnipotence, and cosmic entities pay homage to their eternal sovereignty. Their essence transcends the very notion of existence, an embodiment of infinite omnipotence that dictates the cosmic orchestra effortlessly, an omnipresent force beyond the comprehension of any cosmic continuum.\"
Prompt: colorful dreamtime mural of (midnight voices of the machine elves, Gods becoming toys), thick earth paint and fractal brushstrokes, psychedelic abstract art, manual pattern painting
Prompt: Omnipotent power, radiant omnipresence, cosmic majesty; eternal authority, celestial ubiquity, transcendent sovereignty; boundless might, everywhere essence, omnipotent, omnipresent, divine rule, cosmic gaze, omnipotent force, omnipresent spirit, eternal reign, limitless presence, sovereign omnipotence, pervasive divinity, supreme power, all-encompassing existence, infinite majesty, omnipresent energy, all-powerful being, omnipotent deity, universal omnipresence, omnipotent omnipresence
Prompt: Omnipotent power, radiant omnipresence, cosmic majesty; eternal authority, celestial ubiquity, transcendent sovereignty; boundless might, everywhere essence, omnipotent, omnipresent, divine rule, cosmic gaze, omnipotent force, omnipresent spirit, eternal reign, limitless presence, sovereign omnipotence, pervasive divinity, supreme power, all-encompassing existence, infinite majesty, omnipresent energy, all-powerful being, omnipotent deity, universal omnipresence, omnipotent omnipresence
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: Dances sunlight, carves pathways, weaves dreams, ignites fires, paints horizons, orchestrates mornings, sculpts silhouettes, harvests hope, captains adventures, spins tales, nurtures blooms, forges destinies, charts stars, kindles laughter, anchors tempests, composes symphonies, crafts wonders, pilots reveries, engineers bridges, blossoms fiercely.
Prompt: If you want to be happy, learn to be alone without being lonely. Learn, that being alone does not mean being unhappy. The world is full of plenty of interesting and enjoyable things to do and people who can enrich your life, abstract art
Prompt: if you want to be happy, learn to be alone without being lonely. Learn, that being alone does not mean being unhappy. The world is full of plenty of interesting and enjoyable things to do and people who can enrich your life, abstract art
Prompt: In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. 3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day. 6 And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.”
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: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here.
Prompt: Open your soul Redeem, I am immortal Blinded by a light My soul is held up in glory I engulf the skies The apostle in triumph
Prompt: There are many different lights; Countless suns are burning there, The peoples there and the circle of centuries: For the common glory of the deity The power of nature is equal there. But where, nature, is your law
Prompt: dibujo We are stardust traveling in an infinite space...Mixing the eternal roots that have existed...dancing among ghosts from the beginning to the end of existence...we are energy of love in action and recalcitrant eternal hate fighting to survive. ..perpetuating the infinite cosmos that lives within us
Prompt: Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Prompt: \"Envision an omnipotent deity, a colossus beyond the scope of cosmic reckoning. Picture this unfathomable entity, muscles carved from the raw essence of creation itself, each sinew a cataclysmic force, emanating an aura that dwarfs the very fabric of reality. Their colossal visage eclipses entire universes, effortlessly manipulating the primordial energies that weave the cosmos. Capture this indomitable force amidst the cosmic chaos, a symphony of celestial forces swirling in divine obeisance around their monumental form. Witness as they transcend the constraints of existence, reshaping cosmic dimensions with a mere thought. Envision their armor, forged from the remnants of supernovae, blazing with an incandescence that outshines the birth of galaxies. Imagine the backdrop amidst the aftermath of cosmic cataclysms, where time and space converge, and the birth of new realms bows to their omnipotence. Their essence defies the very laws that govern existence, an embodiment of cosmic omnipotence that commands the cosmos effortlessly, an incomprehensible force amidst the boundless expanse of cosmic supremacy.\"
Prompt: Are we, in essence, running in circles, spiraling out toward entropy, until we as a species have ran ourselves extinct?
Prompt: Underneath the moonlit glow, we find, A symphony of love, our souls entwined. Your laughter, a melody, so kind, In your arms, a sanctuary, we unwind. Through the seasons, our love remains, A canvas painted with joy and gentle strains. Together we dance in life's sweet refrains, Our love, an eternal melody that sustains.
Style: Digital 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: entity,embodies ultimate form of happiness, transcends all beings concepts,very essence of happiness, defining force of existence ,radint,flowing energy,dreamlike serenity
Prompt: entity,embodies ultimate form of happiness, transcends all beings concepts,very essence of happiness, defining force of existence ,radint,flowing energy,dreamlike serenity
Prompt: entity,embodies ultimate form of happiness, transcends all beings concepts,very essence of happiness, defining force of existence ,radint,flowing energy,dreamlike serenity
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo,chiaroscuro
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,and every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo, chiaroscuro. the absolute beauty of the photo
Prompt: Creator's essence, existence's core, all existence, end and beginning, timeless retroreflective, cosmic origin, eternal cycle, divine reflection, infinite existence, retro brilliance, origin's glow, cosmic echoes, retroreflective eternity, timeless inception, radiant existence, beginning and end, cosmic creator, retroreflective essence, existence's eternal dance, timeless creation, retroreflective origin, endless loop, cosmic existence, creator's retro dance.
Prompt: /imagine \"Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, a monument indeed Around thy base with grateful hearts behold thy students kneel We bless the power that gave thee birth to help us in our need We’ll ever strive while here on earth All loyalty to yield With joy, with joy, dear A\u0026T, thy students turn from thee To spread thy trophies year by year From Dare to Cherokee. Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, the signet thou shalt be Set by our great old commonwealth, proud boaster of the free She'd have the record of her worth on granite not inscribed Nay, let the children of her birth proclaim it by their lives Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, henceforth our aim shall be By precepts wise and deeds more sure to bless the State through thee The arts of industry to wield against an idle foe A harvest rich from ripened fields or what thy students sow.\", blue and gold
Prompt: /imagine \"Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, a monument indeed Around thy base with grateful hearts behold thy students kneel We bless the power that gave thee birth to help us in our need We’ll ever strive while here on earth All loyalty to yield With joy, with joy, dear A\u0026T, thy students turn from thee To spread thy trophies year by year From Dare to Cherokee. Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, the signet thou shalt be Set by our great old commonwealth, proud boaster of the free She'd have the record of her worth on granite not inscribed Nay, let the children of her birth proclaim it by their lives Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, henceforth our aim shall be By precepts wise and deeds more sure to bless the State through thee The arts of industry to wield against an idle foe A harvest rich from ripened fields or what thy students sow.\", blue and gold, (black people: 1.7)
