Prompt: Soft pastel colors like pale pink, lavender, and baby blue blend seamlessly across the sky, with a warm golden sun peeking over distant hills. A calm lake mirrors the sky’s colors, dotted with delicate white swans gliding effortlessly. Wisps of fog curl above the water, adding a mystical touch. A field of wildflowers in shades of purple, yellow, and white stretches toward the horizon, with dew sparkling on the petals. It feels peaceful, inviting, and filled with the promise of a new day.
Prompt: chaotic mix of dark, muddy colors—grays, browns, and sickly yellows. The canvas is torn in places, with frayed edges and cracks that disrupt the flow of the image. In the center, a hollow-eyed figure sits slumped, its body disjointed and fragmented, almost ghost-like. Its hands are clutching its chest, as if desperately holding onto something lost. In the background, twisted shapes that resemble crumbling buildings and shadowy figures loom, symbolizing abandonment and decay. The painting feels uncomfortable, raw, and unsettling, yet it speaks to the profound isolation and grief within.
Prompt: deep, dark canvas, almost completely black, like the vastness of space. From the center, a burst of pure, bright white light explodes outward, radiating in sharp, jagged lines. The white splatters across the canvas, almost like a cosmic supernova or the energy of a storm. Some of the white streaks are delicate, like thin veins, while others are bold, thick, and almost violent in their appearance.
Interspersed among these bursts would be small, scattered details—subtle swirls and dots of white that seem to float within the dark background, like distant stars or tiny pieces of light drifting in an endless void. The overall feel would be both intense and serene at the same time—like the calm that comes after a sudden, chaotic burst of energy.
The contrast between the deep black and the sharp white would evoke a sense of mystery, of something unknown and powerful.
Prompt: full of energy, like a wild, surreal scene. Picture this: an endless city skyline at sunset, the sky a mix of fiery reds, oranges, and purples. The buildings would twist and warp like they're alive, blending into a vibrant jungle of colorful flowers and vines that stretch across the scene, almost like nature is taking back the city. There'd be glowing neon lights peeking through the plants, and animals like birds, butterflies, and even a few mythical creatures darting through the air, adding to the dreamlike feel.
It’d be a mix of chaos and calm, bright colors blending with dark shadows. Every time you look at it, you'd see something new—a bit of hidden magic, like a secret waiting to be discovered.
Prompt: chaotic mix of dark, muddy colors—grays, browns, and sickly yellows. The canvas is torn in places, with frayed edges and cracks that disrupt the flow of the image. In the center, a hollow-eyed figure sits slumped, its body disjointed and fragmented, almost ghost-like. Its hands are clutching its chest, as if desperately holding onto something lost. In the background, twisted shapes that resemble crumbling buildings and shadowy figures loom, symbolizing abandonment and decay. The painting feels uncomfortable, raw, and unsettling, yet it speaks to the profound isolation and grief within.
Prompt: Soft pastel colors like pale pink, lavender, and baby blue blend seamlessly across the sky, with a warm golden sun peeking over distant hills. A calm lake mirrors the sky’s colors, dotted with delicate white swans gliding effortlessly. Wisps of fog curl above the water, adding a mystical touch. A field of wildflowers in shades of purple, yellow, and white stretches toward the horizon, with dew sparkling on the petals. It feels peaceful, inviting, and filled with the promise of a new day.
Prompt: Bellatrix lestrange
Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter has a wild and unhinged appearance that perfectly matches her chaotic personality. She has long, thick, and curly black hair that often looks messy and tangled. Her eyes are dark and intense, usually filled with either madness or obsession, especially when she’s talking about Voldemort. She has a pale complexion, sharp cheekbones, and a thin, gaunt face that makes her look almost skeletal.
Her wardrobe is typically dark and gothic—long black robes or dresses with corset-like bodices that give her a dramatic and intimidating look. She sometimes wears lace or leather elements, adding to her eerie aesthetic. Her wand is long and thin, often held in a way that makes her seem even more dangerous.
Overall, she has a witchy, menacing beauty that’s both elegant and terrifying.
Prompt: Setting: A Tokyo-inspired cityscape at night with glowing neon signs in shades of pink, purple, and blue.
Foreground: A reflective wet street lined with small cafés, boutique shops, and parked bicycles.
Details: Raindrops clinging to glass windows, soft steam rising from street food stalls, and cherry blossoms swaying in a light breeze.
Sky: A clear view of the stars with a glowing full moon, blending perfectly with the city lights.
Overall Mood: Romantic, futuristic, and serene—a perfect mix of dreamy solitude and vibrant city life.
Prompt: A dream that repeats every night In the empty place of memory beyond (I won't forget) Nothing in the world can replace you Break it, the order of the universe
Prompt: In a secluded Japanese village, delicate cherry blossoms bloom in soft pastel shades. The petals float gently through the air, gracing quiet, cobblestone streets, and serene ponds, creating a peaceful, dreamy haven.
Prompt: Imagine a Candy Crush land with soft pastel hues, where gentle hills of marshmallow rise beside peppermint rivers. Lollipop trees sway lightly, and the air is sweet with hints of vanilla.
Prompt: A cozy Swiss village nestled in the Alps, with wooden chalets, snow-capped peaks, and winding cobblestone paths. Warm fireplaces glow in the evening, surrounded by serene lakes and lush green meadows.
Prompt: A charming coastal village in France with cobblestone streets, quaint cottages, vibrant flower boxes, and fishing boats bobbing in a serene harbor. The scent of fresh baguettes fills the air.
Prompt: Title: Behind the Shadows of My Best Friend's Life
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and verdant forests, lived two inseparable friends, Lily and Emma. Their bond was forged in childhood, strengthened by shared dreams and whispered secrets. But behind the facade of their idyllic friendship lurked shadows unknown to Lily, shadows that dwelled deep within Emma's troubled heart.
Chapter 1: A Whispered Secret
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets, Lily stumbled upon a secret that would unravel the fabric of her best friend's life. In a dimly lit corner of Emma's attic, hidden beneath layers of forgotten memories, Lily discovered a journal brimming with cryptic writings and tear-stained pages.
Chapter 2: Unraveling the Past
Driven by curiosity and concern, Lily delved into Emma's past, piecing together fragments of her friend's hidden anguish. Through the pages of the journal, she unearthed a tumultuous narrative of loss, betrayal, and unspoken pain. Each entry painted a portrait of a girl haunted by demons she dared not confront.
Chapter 3: The Mask Cracks
As Lily grappled with the weight of Emma's secrets, cracks began to form in the facade of their friendship. Emma's laughter rang hollow, her smiles masking a well of sorrow too deep to fathom. Desperate to reach her friend, Lily embarked on a journey to unravel the tangled threads of Emma's past, determined to bring light to the shadows that consumed her.
Chapter 4: Confronting the Shadows
With each revelation, Lily drew closer to the truth, confronting the shadows that haunted Emma's soul. Together, they navigated the labyrinth of memories and fears, untangling knots of guilt and regret. And as the darkness began to recede, a glimmer of hope emerged, illuminating the path toward healing and redemption.
Prompt: In the heart of a dense forest stood a majestic waterfall, its cascading waters singing a haunting melody. Surrounding it was an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional cry of a lone bird.
In a secluded cave behind the waterfall, lived a solitary figure named Ezra. He was a man of solitude, haunted by his past. His days were spent in silent contemplation, his only company the memories that tormented him.
One stormy night, as the rain pounded relentlessly, Ezra heard a faint cry for help. Ignoring his instincts to remain hidden, he ventured out into the downpour. There, lying on the forest floor, was a young girl, barely conscious and shivering from the cold.
With trembling hands, Ezra carried her to his cave, where he tended to her wounds. As the days passed, a fragile bond formed between them, thawing the ice around Ezra's heart.
But fate had cruel intentions. One morning, as Ezra ventured out to gather firewood, he stumbled upon a grim sight. Half-buried beneath the soil, he found a weathered skull, a silent witness to the tragedies of the past.
Haunted by the discovery, Ezra returned to the cave to find the girl gone, leaving behind only a note. In it, she confessed her love for him but revealed a terminal illness that would soon claim her life.
Heartbroken and consumed by grief, Ezra returned to the waterfall, his tears blending with the perfect blues of the cascading waters. Alone once more, he cried out into the abyss, his soul shattered by the loss of the one who had brought light into his darkness.
And so, beneath the watchful gaze of the waterfall, Ezra mourned the love he had found and lost, his cries echoing into the void, a haunting melody of sorrow and despair.
Prompt: Overflowing champagne glass, tears blending with bubbles, somber atmosphere, dimly lit room, reflective surface, subtle color palette of blues and grays, elegant and sophisticated style, high realism, emotional depth, chiaroscuro lighting, digital art, Artstation.
Prompt: Lush meadow landscape, vibrant wildflowers, tranquil ambiance, youthful figure with back turned, cascading long hair, futuristic armada soaring above, grand sci-fi architecture, dramatic cloud formations, dynamic arrangement, intricate artwork, realistic style infused with fantasy elements, rich and lively colors, soft natural light, masterful brushstrokes, captivating and emotive setting, inspired by Simon Stålenhag and John Harris, showcased on ArtStation.
Prompt: Beneath a moonlit sky, where the shadows fall,
A haunting tale begins, a story to recall.
A skull in the moonlight, whispers of the past,
A waterfall of memories, rushing ever fast.
Prompt: Down the block, there's an antique shop
And something in my head said, "Stop, " so I walked in
On the counter was a cardboard box
And the sign said, "Photos: twenty-five cents each"
Black and white, saw a '30s bride
And two lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house
The kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime
The kind you don't put down
And that's when I called you and it's so hard to explain
But in those photos, I saw us instead
And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other
In another life, you still would've turned my head even if we'd met
On a crowded street in 1944
And you were headed off to fight in the war
You still would've been mine
We would have been timeless
I would've read your love letters every single night
And prayed to God you'd be comin' home all right
And you would've been fine
We would have been timeless
'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this
So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine
We would've been timeless
I had to smile when it caught my eye
There was one of a teenage couple in the driveway
Holdin' hands on the way to a dance
And the date on the back said 1958
Which brought me back to the first time I saw you
Time stood still like somethin' in this old shop
I thought about it as I started lookin' 'round
At these precious things that time forgot
That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs
Story of a romance torn apart by fate
Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did
And I'd die for you in the same way if I first saw your face
In the 1500s off in a foreign land
And I was forced to marry another man
You still would've been mine
We would have been timeless
I would've read your love letters every single night
And run away and left it all behind
You still would've been mine
We would've been timeless
'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this
So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine
Prompt: Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay
Just an hour 'til your car's in the driveway
Just the first time ever hangin' out with you tonight
I've got my money on things goin' badly
Got a history of stories ending sadly
Still hoping that the fire won't burn me
Just one time, just one time
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
And I want you now, wanna need you forever
In the heat of your electric touch, mmm
I've been left in the rain lost and pining
I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying
'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart (whoa)
I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone
I've grown accustomed to sleepin' alone
Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right
Just one time, just one time
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
And I want you now, wanna need you forever
In the heat of your electric touch
I was thinking just one time (just one time)
Maybe the stars align (just one time)
And maybe I call you mine
And you won't need space
Or string me along while you decide
And just one time (just one time)
Maybe the moment's right (the moment's right)
It's 8:05 and I see two headlights
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch (oh)
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
And I want you now, wanna need you forever
In the heat of your electric touch, mmm
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Arwa Arefin
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Anything. There's nothing left (everything that was like a dream). Even if time goes by. It only hurts. The times I spent with you were just everything lightly
It's not a feeling I can shake off, how can I do this .No matter how hard I try to erase it, it's sad . How can I let this heart go as if nothing happened
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