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Prompt: Xaden’s dragon is a Blue Daggertail, the rarest of the blues, named Sgaeyl. According to Professor Kaori: “Ruthless does not begin to describe her, nor does she abide by what we assume to be what the dragons consider law.”; sticker style art
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: colorado buffaloes style logo representing the same colors
Prompt: hyper-real, photorealistic, fantasy female doe that is glittering gold, Sony a7 R, --ar 4:5 --s 250 --v 6.0 --style raw
Prompt: The service is called "Refasta." Refasta" logo,"Are You Happy ?" is the catch copy "Are You Happy?" A contemplative woman sitting on a couch, looking at a colorful handbag with several other designer bags around her. The theme is "What does a career woman in her 40s think makes life worth living? is the theme. A smiling woman from Akita, Japan. She is 40 years old, with a big smile on her face. She is dressed in a spring-like outfit. High contrast image --stylize 750 --v 6.0
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: hyper-real, photorealistic, fantasy female doe that is glittering gold, Sony a7 R, --ar 4:5 --s 250 --v 6.0 --style raw
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: the toad's slime does not reach the white dove cartoon style decade 1950's
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: colorado buffaloes style logo representing the same colors
Prompt: colorado buffaloes style logo representing the same colors on white backdrop