Prompt: The bulbul's care is naught but the rose is his mate dear The rose's care is naught but to bring grace to her cheer Not all lure is what brings the lover's heart to its fall Master is he who bears compassion to his thrall. Now comes the time when blood gushes into the ruby's heart For the shard hath shattered its value and worth in the mart. The bulbul's power of speech came from the rose's boon Or his beak would be devoid of all this song and tune O thou who in the street of our Love tread Be careful; or his wall may shatter thy head The traveler is accompanied by a hundredfold soul Wherever he is, health and well-being be his dole O heart! Though the dice of health to thee was cast Sweet is the lot of Love. Cling to it hard and fast Intoxicated, the Sufi wore his hat askew Two more goglets, aslant his turban flew To the sight of thee the heart of Hafiz had been inclined It is now cherished with union. Put this torment behind.
Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line Art
Prompt: an architectural orthogonal 45 degree diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design for family gathering and kindergarden playground
Negative: perpective
Style: Line Art
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: once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimps beyond this illusion inset a course for winds of fortune yadda yadda masquerading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season and if i claim to be a wise man it surely means that i dont know cast about like a ship on the ocean something about devotion etc etc
Prompt: A blooming rose, red petals glowing in the sunshine, dew droplets glittering like diamonds, delicate veins networked across each leaf, vibrant green stem ascending proudly, thorny branches reaching for the light, flowing stalks dancing gentle in the breeze, wild flowers peeking from the soil, roots anchoring deep below, Earth's goodness nurturing growth, nourishing all with respite and joy, the continuity of life.
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: The strawberry was more than just a fruit - it was a living, breathing creature with a deranged mind and a semi-automatic weapon clutched tightly in its tiny hands. Amidst the chaos of the bustling farmer's market, it prowled menacingly, its ruby-red exterior twisted into a grin of pure evil. The people recoiled in fear as the strawberry fired round after round into the air, its insane cackles echoing through the stalls. This was not just any fruit gone bad - this was a monster, a creature warped by the toxic chemicals of modern agriculture and driven to madness in a world gone mad. I watched in both horror and fascinated awe as the strawberry made its way toward me, the barrel of the gun pointed directly at my head. In that moment, I realized that I was not just witnessing a fruit-fueled rampage - I was staring into the dark, twisted heart of America itself.. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio)
Prompt: The strawberry was more than just a fruit - it was a living, breathing creature with a deranged mind and a semi-automatic weapon clutched tightly in its tiny hands. Amidst the chaos of the bustling farmer's market, it prowled menacingly, its ruby-red exterior twisted into a grin of pure evil. The people recoiled in fear as the strawberry fired round after round into the air, its insane cackles echoing through the stalls. This was not just any fruit gone bad - this was a monster, a creature warped by the toxic chemicals of modern agriculture and driven to madness in a world gone mad. I watched in both horror and fascinated awe as the strawberry made its way toward me, the barrel of the gun pointed directly at my head. In that moment, I realized that I was not just witnessing a fruit-fueled rampage - I was staring into the dark, twisted heart of America itself.. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, henry asencio)
Prompt: He was dressed in white, with snow-white skin, ebony like black pupils, a tall and heroic nose, and seductive red lips. He looked like a natural fairy, carefully carving hibiscus water
Prompt: He was dressed in white, with snow-white skin, ebony like black pupils, a tall and heroic nose, and seductive red lips. He looked like a natural fairy, carefully carving hibiscus water
Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: I don't feel sorry for the years wasted in vain, I don’t feel sorry for the soul of the lilac blossom. There is a fire of red rowan burning in the garden, But he can't warm anyone
Prompt: In the Sea of Roses, where petals sway,A swordsman walked with magic at play.His blade, a dance of silver and rose-coloured light,A fascinating and marvellous spectacle.The roses whispered secrets in his ears,Their knowledge passed down through the years.He wielded his power with skill and grace,As he moved with a fluid and measured rhythm.The Grand Swordsman's magic grew,As he sliced the waves so blue.His sword sang a song of strength and power,Guiding him through the worst tide.His eyes shone as brightly as his blade,As he battled the desire of the sea.The roses bloomed with each stroke,their fragrance mingling with the salty flavour.The Grand Swordsman of the Sea of Roses,A legend of magic that never ends.His sword a symbol of his powerful will,A force that no wave could ever stop.In the Sea of Roses, he reigns supreme,A master of magic, a supreme champion.His legacy lives on in every story,A hero whose power will never fail
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.I am moved to tears by the flowers of the hour, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.raining
Prompt: The witch the hearts rode in the clouds. The moon came out in the witch the hearts rode forth from the bosom of the child of God, in the course of her services she created a ring of fire with which to bind the hearts of the children of the Earth, the rings were created in the shape of pale pink roses, the composition is very pleasing and intricate, and the elements are arranged in such a way so that clause 2 could not be drawn on
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: 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: While you and I are alive among blood and ice, Among the oblivion of love in the weariness of labor. On our torn sleeves the swastika has decayed, It would be better to look at the clouds like fools. A transparent butterfly soul in the pollen of hopes He will rise, hurrying home, above the blackness of his clothes. Only the body spilled a glass of milk into the ground, He had so little time to look at the clouds. On pain of our own deaths in the desire to be, We are ready to shed the tears of future children over the edges. Forgive us for the weakness of our souls, for what is deep The sadness of bloody puddles, beyond the clouds...
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: Riya did not know whether Aman's soul had returned to her or it was just an illusion. But she knew that she would never be able to forget Aman.
Prompt: Au fil du chant, La rosée de l’effort Caresse la rose et Le for intérieur S’éclaircit à l’aube. Petit à petit, la coupe en or Se remplit à ras bord : Les gouttes s’écoulent Dans le calice des sépales Où s’enivrent ses pétales et Se forge son épine Aiguisée comme l’épée Au sommet de la montagne où...
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: Even the best fate cannot withstand insincerity, and deep feelings need cherishing. There are no real fools in this world, only those willing to play innocent for you.
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: Riya could not understand what had happened. He thought maybe it was all a dream. But she was still feeling the warmth of Aman and the touch of his embrace.
Prompt: Close my eyesShe's somehow closer nowSoftly smile, I know she must be kindWhen I look in her eyesShe goes with me to a blossom world
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: Pour the poison of her poison, tell her that she will drink without conscience, let her know that this is impossible, let her know that this is all a work, this is a work she created
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: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.The birds stopped singing, the starlight touched the roofs,In the hour of sadness and sorrow, you will hear my voice.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.
Prompt: The ray of the golden sun of darkness was hidden by a veil,And suddenly there was a wall between us again.A-a-a-a-a-a-a-aThe night will pass, the morning will be clear,I know happiness awaits you and me,The night will pass, the rainy season will pass,The sun will rise, the sun will rise.
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.
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.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: My heart is dull and my eyes are wavering I was alone in this world All I knew of spring was falling petals Every year, I was treated coldly
Prompt: Han Limo rose silently, his movements graceful yet powerful, as if he were reluctant to disturb the surrounding tranquility. Once again, he took out a piece of red coral, a few feet in size, a treasure he cherished immensely. Gently placing the red coral under a lush peach tree, surrounded by a patch of green grass, the vivid red contrasting sharply with the tree's vibrant green, creating a striking scene. Continuing, Han Limo retrieved a jade box, its texture as smooth as jade. Upon opening the lid, a faint fragrance wafted out. From the box, he took a single-stemmed, thirteen-leaved spirit herb, white as jade and emitting a subtle radiance, reminiscent of fairy grass under moonlight. This was the result of countless efforts and dedication — his cherished \"Nirvana Herb.\" In summary, Han Limo emerges as a silent and sensitive individual, displaying a balance of grace and strength. His profound appreciation for precious items, attention to detail, and a deep understanding of nature's beauty make him a character of unique allure and complexity.
