Prompt: The vast sea surged and rolled, just like the tumultuous waves in her heart. The beauty sat in a chair, her eyes unfocused, tears of sadness gently slipping down her cheeks. She gazed into the distance, the melody of lost feelings echoing in her heart, as the warmth and happiness of the past burst like bubbles. The chair beside her waited in loneliness for someone who would never return.
Prompt: The vast sea surged and rolled, just like the tumultuous waves in her heart. The beauty sat in a chair, her eyes unfocused, tears of sadness gently slipping down her cheeks. She gazed into the distance, the melody of lost feelings echoing in her heart, as the warmth and happiness of the past burst like bubbles. The chair beside her waited in loneliness for someone who would never return.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: The waves crashed against the shore, mingling seawater with raindrops, permeating the air with a fresh yet piercing fragrance. The girl's footsteps left blurry imprints, as if silently narrating the resilient anthem of her life.
Prompt: A vast blue expanse stretched as far as the eye could see, its surface shimmering in the light of the rising sun. Gentle waves rolled across the water, their rhythm a soothing accompaniment to the cries of seagulls wheeling above. A light salty breeze carried the tang of the ocean on every inhale. An air of tranquility and raw natural beauty pervaded the scene, evoking feelings of awe for the power and endlessness of the sea. Its mood could shift in an instant, a reminder of the need for humility before nature's grandeur. For now, all was calm - a peaceful morning where one could sit and find perspective, gaining a sense of one's small place within the world.
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: On the shores of the forgotten sea, where the waters whisper secrets, ancient ruins loom. Their stones are worn by time and tide, yet they stand resilient, guardians of histories submerged beneath the waves, where every tide brings a tale, and every wave sings of bygone eras.
Prompt: In a forgotten corner of the celestial tapestry, where moonbeams brush against the threads of dreams, floats a solitary chair. Carved from stardust and spun with the whispers of ancient lullabies, its form shimmers like a mirage at dawn. Its legs are constellations etched in twilight, reaching up to hold a seat woven from spun nebulae, its colors shifting like a butterfly's wings. Upon it rests a cushion of cloud, soft as whispered promises, embroidered with tales of forgotten folklore. To sit here is to bathe in the silence of the universe, to feel the heartbeat of creation and listen to the secrets kept by the stars
Prompt: Deep sea. Stranded. Not a living soul insight. Just the clear sky against the still waters and waves. Quiet. Beautiful. Peaceful
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Prompt: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. Style: Photograph
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: An attractive woman, sitting by the water, softly plays the guitar. Not far away, a man, clearly lost, wanders in the vicinity. Intrigued by his distress, the musician gently halts her enchanting melody and invites him to approach. The waves whisper a curious ambiance as their destinies intersect in this unexpected encounter by the water's edge.
Prompt: In the realm of beauty, a goddess reigns supreme, A vision of loveliness, a dream to gleam. Her form, a symphony of curves and grace, A dance of elegance, a vision to embrace. Her eyes, like twinkling stars in the night, Reflect the depths of oceans, a celestial sight. Lips, a canvas painted with subtle hue, Inviting and alluring, as morning dew. But let us not forget, her figure so fine, A sculpted masterpiece, a work divine. Her full breasts, a testament to allure, Captivating hearts, with a presence so pure. With every step, confidence in her stride, Graceful and poised, like the ebbing tide. A silhouette that lingers in the mind, A mosaic of beauty, so rare to find. Her hair, a cascade of silk, flowing free, A mesmerizing river, a sight to see. In the tapestry of beauty, she's a work of art, A celebration of elegance, right from the start. So here's to the woman, extraordinary and true, With a figure that commands attention, it's so easy to pursue. In the poetry of life, she's a stanza so divine, A living, breathing masterpiece, forever in my mind.
Prompt: In the realm of beauty, a goddess reigns supreme, A vision of loveliness, a dream to gleam. Her form, a symphony of curves and grace, A dance of elegance, a vision to embrace. Her eyes, like twinkling stars in the night, Reflect the depths of oceans, a celestial sight. Lips, a canvas painted with subtle hue, Inviting and alluring, as morning dew. But let us not forget, her figure so fine, A sculpted masterpiece, a work divine. Her full breasts, a testament to allure, Captivating hearts, with a presence so pure. With every step, confidence in her stride, Graceful and poised, like the ebbing tide. A silhouette that lingers in the mind, A mosaic of beauty, so rare to find. Her hair, a cascade of silk, flowing free, A mesmerizing river, a sight to see. In the tapestry of beauty, she's a work of art, A celebration of elegance, right from the start. So here's to the woman, extraordinary and true, With a figure that commands attention, it's so easy to pursue. In the poetry of life, she's a stanza so divine, A living, breathing masterpiece, forever in my mind.
Prompt: A glimmer of hope shone through the weary eyes of the young woman as she gazed longingly towards the distant horizon, her soulful expression rendered through the lens of a lomographic camera in a moody monochrome palette awakened feelings of nostalgia, longing and better days yet to come.
Prompt: On the vast sea, a ship was sailing slowly, and a person was looking sideways at the sea. The wind blew his hair, covering half of his face, only revealing his eyes
Prompt: A surrealistic image of sea water flowing out of the frame and flowing into the room in a marine oil painting. One of them, a beautiful girl soaked all over, is sitting on a sofa in an elegantly decorated room. The girl looks young and calm, wearing fashionable and simple clothing. Her hairstyle and clothing should show a kind of Disney-era elegance. The design of the sofa is retro, colorful, comfortable and rich in shape, shaping the style of 20 clothing. The mural behind the sofa hangs a portrait ocean oil painting with a classic and exquisite frame.In this oil painting, the seawater breaks through the frame in a surreal way, like a waterfall, flowing over the wall and pouring into the room, soaking the girl's body and clothes in a gentle and dynamic way. Make sure that the movement of the water looks natural and lively, full of movement, while still maintaining a sense of tranquility.The floor of the room is visually equivalent to a shallow seawater cover, reflecting the subtle changes in the sea surface and indoor light. Color the entire scene using the tones of the movie The Grand Budapest Hotel, using its typical high-water, intensely restored color scheme, as well as the modern warm tones of pinks, yellows, purples, and reds commonly seen in the movie to create a A visual effect that is both nostalgic and exciting.The entire work should be full of dreamy and surreal dynamics, bringing the viewer into a world that is both familiar and unfamiliar, where reality and imagination are composed, creating a visual and emotional impact.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: A surrealistic image of sea water flowing out of the frame and flowing into the room in a marine oil painting. One of them, a beautiful girl soaked all over, is sitting on a sofa in an elegantly decorated room. The girl looks young and calm, wearing fashionable and simple clothing. Her hairstyle and clothing should show a kind of Disney-era elegance. The design of the sofa is retro, colorful, comfortable and rich in shape, shaping the style of 20 clothing. The mural behind the sofa hangs a portrait ocean oil painting with a classic and exquisite frame.In this oil painting, the seawater breaks through the frame in a surreal way, like a waterfall, flowing over the wall and pouring into the room, soaking the girl's body and clothes in a gentle and dynamic way. Make sure that the movement of the water looks natural and lively, full of movement, while still maintaining a sense of tranquility.The floor of the room is visually equivalent to a shallow seawater cover, reflecting the subtle changes in the sea surface and indoor light. Color the entire scene using the tones of the movie The Grand Budapest Hotel, using its typical high-water, intensely restored color scheme, as well as the modern warm tones of pinks, yellows, purples, and reds commonly seen in the movie to create a A visual effect that is both nostalgic and exciting.The entire work should be full of dreamy and surreal dynamics, bringing the viewer into a world that is both familiar and unfamiliar, where reality and imagination are composed, creating a visual and emotional impact.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: That day, the sunset slowly disappeared on the horizon, and the stars twinkled one by one. Lily sat by the window waiting. Eddie saw the small lamp in the distance, and a strange feeling surged in his heart, as if he was attracted by a mysterious force.
Prompt: Four walls, a refuge moulded by her character, shaped by her restless mind, toned by her relentless fervour. A sharp scent of incense welcomed the guest, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids, naturally drawing thoughts and focus on resting upon the pillowed bed propped against the wall, on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Four additional pillows, decorated with warm red and orange oriental patterns, seemed to burst out from the deep blue wall behind them, advancing even further the proposal of dozing away in a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the bulky bed (the size of which appeared even larger, in the minuscule room), a chromatic dance of red shades decorated the cobalt tinted wall: a wide number of psychedelic posters, adorned with writings and evocative images, depicted the spirituality that characterised her, and outlined the desire for exotic travels that she has been preserving deep within her mind for many years. A timid, bluish, pale light peeped from a window to his left, and it almost instantly blended with the diffuse lighting that was flooding the room, coming from the numerous festive lights tingling and hanging from the ceiling, fixed from wall to wall and around the window. Slightly to the left of it, a night table held her computer and, behind it, stood an enigmatic little jewel box embellished with an exotic bas relief. Almost concealed, lying on the floor under the bedside stand, a pile of books and magazines served as emergency provisions for her thirst of knowledge. A hazy rock’n’roll song about mermaids, echoing directly from the sixties, came from an unidentified source, hinting to the musical spiced taste she enjoyed.
Prompt: concept album cover, photo Realistic, masutepiece, Realistic, High contrast, hyper Detailed, Best Quality, 超A high resolution, photo Realistic, High resolution, Detailed, Raw photo, Kyoko Kirigiri, Long hair, Purple hair, Side braid, Blunt bangs, Hair Ribbon, a black ribbon, High collar, Brown tie, Black Motorcycle Jacket, Long sleeves, Black Gloves, Black mini skirt, Pleated skirt,(( Black long boots)), (((Full Shot))), Danganronpa \\(Series\\), Street, Full Shot, Looking at Viewer, White shirt, Woman, (((From below))), Busy city, foreshortening, (Pose Seductive), Looking at Viewer, mad, (eyecontact), japanaese girl,
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Create a minimalistic and soft-colored 3D rendering of an astronaut floating serenely in space, inspired by Blender's subtle aesthetics. The astronaut's suit should be rendered in pastel hues, with smooth contours and a matte texture for a modern and stylized appearance. Surrounding the astronaut, depict a series of Bitcoins in an assortment of soft, muted metallic tones, like gold, silver, and pale bronze, gently illuminated by a diffuse light source to enhance the tender color palette. They should be placed in a zero-gravity dance around the astronaut, but keep the design simple and the forms abstract. The background should be a white. The overall lighting should be subtle and diffuse, with no harsh shadows or bright highlights, to evoke a sense of tranquility and minimalism
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: Boy, boy with hoodie, half robot, profile picture, Ava, scary face, cyber puk style, Anima style, scary face, red eyes, red mouth
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: Rivulets of rain trace tormented topographies across a young woman's visage as tensions teem just below the surface, a zoomed intimacy revealing minute mannerisms manifesting malcontent amid maintaining an outward mien of measure. Emotions in effigy emerge through exaggerated exposure when solitude slackens self-soothing stratagems and inner unrest emerges unmasked, the close corrections of her features furnishing furtive flashes of fraught feeling through my forensic focus in the falling fog.
Prompt: Her face is like a spring flower, and her bright eyes sparkle with sparkling light, as if hiding endless wisdom. The long eyelashes gently curved like wings, adding a touch of agility and depth to her gaze. Her delicate hair cascaded down like a black waterfall, gently caressing her shoulders and neck. A few strands of hair in front of her forehead danced with the gentle breeze, brushing over her face. Her face was as fair as jade, and her delicate features formed an almost perfect appearance. The tall nose bridge outlines a dignified temperament, and the slightly upturned corners of the mouth reveal a hint of confidence and indulgence. Her smile felt like a spring breeze brushing by, giving people a warm and pleasant feeling. The slender neck connects the symmetrical shoulders, and the posture is upright and elegant. Her clothes brushed lightly, and she seemed like an elegant fairy, emitting a light charm in her footsteps. She was dressed in a gorgeous outfit, with simple and delicate lines, adding a touch of intoxicating color to her beauty. Her beauty comes not only from her appearance, but also from the perfect fusion of confidence, warmth, and inner charm.
Prompt: Out on the boundless sea, the sun slowly descends, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. The water glistens, reflecting a myriad of sparkling gems as if scattered across its surface by a gentle breeze. Under the lingering glow of the setting sun, the sea takes on a golden hue, as if enchanted by the mysteries held within. A few wispy clouds drift overhead, resembling delicate tufts of cotton candy, floating effortlessly in the sky. In the distance stands a magnificent coral castle, constructed from a vibrant array of coral reefs, now even more resplendent under the evening sun's embrace. Both inside and out, the castle is teeming with a colorful array of marine life—fish of every hue dart and play around the structure, moving like a ballet beneath the waves. Within the castle lies a room suffused with gentle, warm light—a space that exudes both mystery and comfort. Its walls are made of translucent seaweed gently swaying in the water's flow, casting a soft, soothing glow throughout the room. A table crafted from shells takes center stage, adorned with vivid seashells and dazzling pearls, shimmering with captivating radiance. Through the translucent seaweed walls, one can glimpse a pod of dolphins frolicking around the castle, their joyful leaps breaking the surface and casting glistening droplets, adding another verse to this mysterious castle's enchanting tale. This scene is characterized by its tranquility, mystery, and vibrant colors. The composition reflects a dreamlike quality, offering a glimpse into an underwater fairytale world. The lighting is soft and warm, while the overall visual style evokes an air of mystique and enchantment, akin to a beautiful canvas depicting an undersea realm.
Prompt: As waves crash upon the shore, we stand,Connected to nature, hand in hand.Let our love for the ocean forever be,A testament to our shared humanity.
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: 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: Under the apocalyptic sky, ominous clouds shroud the precarious seascape. The ocean, for reasons unknown, churns violently; colossal waves surge and roll, carrying an uneasy and volatile force. The suspension bridge teeters on the brink of collapse amid the raging winds, its fractured cables swaying like threads of fate. In this tempestuous maelstrom, solitary seagulls soar amidst the darkening clouds, their calls resembling mournful hymns, perhaps foretelling the ominous arrival of doomsday. The sea and land seem to edge towards a cataclysmic brink, while the darkness brought by the clouds hints at an irretrievable fate. This tableau serves as a silent harbinger of impending doom, a visual narrative interweaving destruction and hope, leaving humanity's future ensnared in boundless uncertainty and challenge.
Prompt: Deep sea. Stranded. Not a living soul insight. Just the clear sky against the still waters and waves. Quiet. Beautiful. Peaceful. High contrast.
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: Apology in rain, tear-streaked face, remorseful expression; shattered vase, spilled flowers, regretful aftermath; handwritten note, ink smudges, sincere apology; empty chair, solitude, echoes of regret; broken promises, mended heart, forgiveness sought; somber sunset, reflection, apologies in silence; crumpled letter, forgiveness, healing process; tearful eyes, heartfelt sorry, reconciliation scene.
Prompt: Apology in rain, tear-streaked face, remorseful expression; shattered vase, spilled flowers, regretful aftermath; handwritten note, ink smudges, sincere apology; empty chair, solitude, echoes of regret; broken promises, mended heart, forgiveness sought; somber sunset, reflection, apologies in silence; crumpled letter, forgiveness, healing process; tearful eyes, heartfelt sorry, reconciliation scene.
Prompt: ((In the heart of a forgotten nebula, where stardust dances with moonlight, rests a throne unlike any other. Carved from the luminous bone of a celestial serpent, it shimmers with an ethereal glow that paints the void with impossible colors. Its armrests are sculpted from meteorites, each holding a captured fragment of a supernova. The seat, woven from the whispers of angels, cradles the soul in a symphony of forgotten dreams. This is not merely a chair, but a portal to the celestial realm, a whispered promise of infinite wonder:1.50))
Prompt: A beautiful schoolgirl. She wore a light dress with a skirt that fluttered gently in the sea breeze. Her long hair shimmered in the setting sun, smooth as a waterfall.She stood on the beach, facing the sea, her eyes full of yearning and anticipation. Her eyes shimmered golden in the afterglow of the setting sun. The corners of her mouth went up and she smiled sweetly, as if admiring the beautiful sunset.She held a notebook and a pencil in her hands, and from time to time she lowered her head to write something on it. Her eyes are focused and serious, as if looking for inspiration for life.Beside her, a puppy was running happily on the beach, its tail wagging in the air, looking very happy. Occasionally, the girl would lower her head and stroke it gently, and the smile on her face would be even brighter.
