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Prompt: rainbow-coloured kitty cats arranged in a figure-8 infinity symbol

Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw

Prompt: red anime 2d sad girl-demon does not look at the screen

Prompt: a cute pink teddy bear with large doe eyes. photorealistic. super cute. white background

Prompt: rainbow-coloured kitty cats arranged in a figure-8 infinity symbol

Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw

Prompt: symbolic mandala of beautiful landscape with rainbow, stars, dolphin, purple, pink, magenta, emerald, gold, Leah Guadagnoli, highly detailed, HD --q 2

Prompt: a cute pink teddy bear with large doe eyes. photorealistic. super cute. white background

Prompt: elon musk does omg face

Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw

Prompt: the toad's slime does not reach the white dove cartoon style decade 1950's

Prompt: a cute pink teddy bear with large doe eyes. photorealistic. super cute. white background

Prompt: elon musk does omg face

Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw

Prompt: the toad's slime does not reach the white dove cartoon style decade 1950's

Prompt: a cute pink teddy bear with large doe eyes. photorealistic. super cute. white background