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pinky&brain

Model: SDVN7-NijiStyleXL

Prompt:

impressionism hyperrealism painting. In the ethereal realm of indigo brushstrokes, a melancholic...Show more

Negative prompt:

Nipples, Nudity, scantily clad clothes, deformed face, deformed limbs, deformed eyes, crossed eye...Show more
Width: 800
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1873523313
Sampler: UniPC

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Prompt: Create a semi-realistic album cover featuring a serene, moonlit lake surrounded by nature, viewed from a higher vantage point above the water. A large, luminous full moon dominates the night sky, casting its glow across the calm water. The scene includes distant, mist-covered mountains that add a sense of adventure and mystery. A small, empty wooden boat is floating further away on the lake, emphasizing solitude and a distant journey. The color scheme should focus on deep blues with subtle hints of red, and touches of silver to highlight the moon. The overall mood should evoke introspection, melancholy, and longing, with no text included.
Prompt: <mymodel> dark wooded area tall trees black wood. Moonlight reflecting off a lake. Woman dressed in a black sheer dress, long black hair, porcelain skin, waist deep in the lake, water ripples around her body, Lilly pads scattered on the surface of the lake, moon on the horizon of the lake. Dream like, high resolution, focused detail, masterpiece quality, anatomically correct hands and fingers, light particles floating around the air.
Prompt: In the womb of silence, where whispers dance with shadows, emerges the music of Parsifal's dawn. It's a tapestry woven with threads of gold spun from the sun's first kiss upon the earth, where each note is a sigh of longing, each chord a shiver of ecstasy.

From the depths of ancient forests, where emerald leaves whisper secrets to the wind, to the sacred halls where knights of old tread with solemn grace, the music unfolds like a blossoming flower, each petal unfurling with the tender caress of dawn.

It is the gentle murmur of a brook winding through enchanted groves, the soft sigh of a lover's breath as they yield to the embrace of twilight. It is the shimmering of silver moonbeams on a tranquil lake, where reflections dance in silent communion with the stars above.

In the music of Parsifal's first act, there is a solemn reverence, a sacred solemnity that permeates the air like incense in a cathedral. It speaks of yearning and redemption, of sorrow and hope intertwined like ivy upon a weathered stone.

It is the slow, steady march of time, the relentless passage of seasons as they weave their tapestry of life and death. It is the ache of longing, the bittersweet melody that echoes through the halls of memory, calling us to remember what has been lost and to dream of what might yet be found.

In its depths, we find ourselves lost and yet somehow found, suspended in a moment that stretches into eternity. It is a journey of the soul, a pilgrimage to the heart of existence itself, where every note is a prayer, every chord a benediction.

So let us surrender to the music of Parsifal's first act, let it wash over us like a gentle rain, cleansing us of our sorrows and lifting us into the embrace of something greater than ourselves. For in its beauty lies the promise of redemption, the hope of a new beginning born from the ashes of the past.
Prompt: impressionism hyperrealism painting. In the ethereal realm of indigo brushstrokes, a melancholic figure contemplates solitude by a moonlit lake. The rippling water mirrors the profound reflection of the soul, while the indigo sky weeps with muted hues. An impressionist ode to solitude and introspection, painted on canvas with oils, capturing the essence of poignant serenity.
Prompt: <mymodel> dark wooded area tall trees black wood. Moonlight reflecting off a lake. Woman dressed in a black sheer dress, long black hair, porcelain skin, waist deep in the lake, water ripples around her body, Lilly pads scattered on the surface of the lake, moon on the horizon of the lake. Dream like, high resolution, focused detail, masterpiece quality, anatomically correct hands and fingers, light particles floating around the air.
Prompt: <mymodel> dark wooded area tall trees black wood. Moonlight reflecting off a lake. Woman dressed in a black sheer dress, long black hair, porcelain skin, waist deep in the lake, water ripples around her body, Lilly pads scattered on the surface of the lake, moon on the horizon of the lake. Dream like, high resolution, focused detail, masterpiece quality, anatomically correct hands and fingers, light particles floating around the air.
Prompt: Create a UHD, 64K, professional oil painting in the style of Carl Heinrich Bloch, blending the American Barbizon School and Flemish Baroque influences. Depict
        Last night - how deep the darkness was!
        And well I knew its depths, because
        I waded it from shore to shore,
        Thinking to reach the light no more.

        She would not even touch my hand. -
        The winds rose and the cedars fanned
        The moon out, and the stars fled back
        In heaven and hid - and all was black!

        But ah!    To-night a summons came,
        Signed with a teardrop for a name, -
        For as I wondering kissed it, lo,
        A line beneath it told me so.

        And now - the moon hangs over me
        A disk of dazzling brilliancy,
        And every star-tip stabs my sight
        With splintered glitterings of light!
Prompt: Lost in the Milky Way
Smile at the empty sky and wait for
The moment, a million chances may all collide
I'll be the guiding light
Swim to me through stars that shine down
And call to the sleeping world as they fall to Earth
So here's your life (here's your life)
We'll find our way
We're sailing blind
But it's certain nothing's certain
I don't mind
I get the feeling
You'll be fine
I still believe that
In this world
We've got to find the time
For the life of Riley
From cradles and sleepless nights
You breathe in life forever
And stare at the world
From deep under eiderdown
So here's your life (here's your life)
We'll find our way
We're sailing blind
But it's certain nothing's certain
I don't mind
I get the feeling
You'll be fine
I still believe that
In this world
We've got to find the time
For the first time
I don't mind
I get the feeling
You'll be fine
I still believe that
In this world
We've got to find the time
For the life of Riley
All this world is a crazy ride
So take your seats and hold on tight
So here's your life (here's your life)
We'll find our way
We're sailing blind
But it's certain nothing's certain
I don't mind
I get the feeling
You'll be fine
I still believe that
In this world
We've got to find the time
For the first time
I don't mind
I get the feeling
You'll be fine
I still believe that
In this world
We've got to find the time
For the life of Riley
The life of Riley
The life of Riley
The life of Riley