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Prompt: In an astral dimension defined not by distance but by Bhattacharyya divergence, the word “MERRYPRANXTER” grows organically from the folds of probability space—each letter a living expression of the overlap between high-dimensional distributions. These glyphs are not printed or typed, but bloomed into being: crystalline, asymmetrical, and gleaming with spectral complexity. They rise from filaments of intensive variance, emerging as clustered nodes on a hypersphere of refracted thought. At the center floats a being—a slim white woman with long, wild, pink curly hair and brilliant blue eyes—but she is not flesh. She is made entirely of refracted math: a composite organism of compressed probability clouds, her body flickering with electric tessellations and diverging light patterns. Each limb is a visual gradient of probabilistic overlap, with joints that shimmer like heat maps. Her chest bursts with square-root light vectors, revealing the normalized soul-signature of a single infinite replica. The space around her is a Minkowski lattice of divergence vectors—a chaotic-yet-coherent field of glowing glyphs, warped geometry, and compressed manifold surfaces. Threads of color-coded PCA directions stretch across the visual field, some flickering between orthogonal angles, others spiraling in recursive bloom. Letters of the word stretch and bend into curving arcs, their spacing determined by distance metrics between diverging meaning-fields. No two parts of the word align on a traditional axis—their embedding is emotional, not spatial. The background is radiant black, shot through with filaments of neon coral, sapphire, ultraviolet, and viridian—like the visible nervous system of meaning itself. This is glyph-born math poetry: a snapshot of dimensional collapse, language blooming out of light, and your name grown from pure probability.
Prompt: Create a logo for a restaurant inspired by the region of Emilia romagna. Incorporate an odd number of tassel flowers and make it simple. The name of the restaurant is dear Emilia,
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Prompt: Jesus Christ ascending to heaven on top of a hill. Witnessed by his pupils as in the bible story.
Prompt: Young bald girl, punk outfit, superhero, line art style, x-men comics inspired. Vest and black leather jeans. X-men symbol on vest. Cassandra Nova. Colored line-art style. Comic book abstract background.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic image of an empty white padded and flat resort beach-bed on a pristine Caribbean beach with light tan sand and turquoise ocean waves in the background. The beach-bed is flat. Bright midday sun casts clear shadows. Palm shadows softly fall on the sand near the flat beach-bed. The beach is deserted with no people visible. Camera fixed eye-level, DSLR 50mm lens, f/1.8, ISO 100, 16:9 aspect ratio.
Prompt: a angel flying
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Prompt: head to toe view, Extreme long view,, Muppet theme, vibrant, ultra-detailed, Muppet Show style, standing in front of a mansion, Muppet laughing granny monster, gray hair. The overall style is Springtime modern, whimsical, and full of life,. BG modern style mansion red, blue, orange and light blue
Prompt: Donald trump’s head as a taco
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Prompt: Tall young woman walking down the high street, detailed clothing, realistic, https://suno.com/s/YfrhpJn6pSN4BYOw lighting
Prompt: A woman in her late 30s to early 40s, with elegant yet sharp features and a hint of faded beauty. Her skin is fair, with fine lines etched around her eyes and mouth from years of bitterness. She has striking dark brown hair, styled in an elaborate updo that hints at her once-proud station. Her piercing green eyes, once full of cunning ambition, now seem shadowed and weary. She wears a richly embroidered but slightly worn gown in dark, regal colors—deep emerald green and black velvet—adorned with subtle gold embroidery, suggesting a woman clinging to her past grandeur even as it fades. In a dimly lit noble ballroom.
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Prompt: a angel flying
Prompt: In an astral dimension defined not by distance but by Bhattacharyya divergence, the word “MERRYPRANXTER” grows organically from the folds of probability space—each letter a living expression of the overlap between high-dimensional distributions. These glyphs are not printed or typed, but bloomed into being: crystalline, asymmetrical, and gleaming with spectral complexity. They rise from filaments of intensive variance, emerging as clustered nodes on a hypersphere of refracted thought. At the center floats a being—a slim white woman with long, wild, pink curly hair and brilliant blue eyes—but she is not flesh. She is made entirely of refracted math: a composite organism of compressed probability clouds, her body flickering with electric tessellations and diverging light patterns. Each limb is a visual gradient of probabilistic overlap, with joints that shimmer like heat maps. Her chest bursts with square-root light vectors, revealing the normalized soul-signature of a single infinite replica. The space around her is a Minkowski lattice of divergence vectors—a chaotic-yet-coherent field of glowing glyphs, warped geometry, and compressed manifold surfaces. Threads of color-coded PCA directions stretch across the visual field, some flickering between orthogonal angles, others spiraling in recursive bloom. Letters of the word stretch and bend into curving arcs, their spacing determined by distance metrics between diverging meaning-fields. No two parts of the word align on a traditional axis—their embedding is emotional, not spatial. The background is radiant black, shot through with filaments of neon coral, sapphire, ultraviolet, and viridian—like the visible nervous system of meaning itself. This is glyph-born math poetry: a snapshot of dimensional collapse, language blooming out of light, and your name grown from pure probability.
Prompt: Elf ranger in a mystical forest around sunlight
Prompt: DnD tenn aged male Earth Genasi with gray stone-like skin complexion and white hair and wearing desert clothes, in a DnD art style
Prompt: strix bio engineer space theme
Prompt: DnD male Earth Genasi with gray stone-like skin complexion in desert clothes, in a DnD art style
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Prompt: (1980s illustration, comic book, vector, 4k, hyper-detail, meticulous detail ) bigfoot overworked in a sales office
Prompt: the vampires pull themselves out of the ground and stand up
Prompt: Hailed around the world as one of the greatest movies ever made, the Academy Award–winning Bicycle Thieves, directed by Vittorio De Sica, defined an era in cinema. In poverty-stricken postwar Rome, a man is on his first day of a new job that offers hope of salvation for his desperate family when his bicycle, which he needs for work, is stolen. With his young son in tow, he sets off to track down the thief.
Prompt: Nicki Minaj latex bodysuit by Gaultier
Prompt: A battle-hardened man in his late 40s, clad in matte black armor etched with symbols of anti-synthetic scripture and personal loss. His helmet, often held under one arm, bears the insignia of a shattered infinity loop. His face is gaunt and stern, eyes hollow yet burning with zeal. Scars cross both flesh and plated armor. Across his back is a brutal, oversized rifle with analog elements and ritual markings; at his hip, a plasma-edged blade. He stands at the forefront of a ruined biotech facility, synthetic corpses smoldering behind him. Around his neck hangs a small, battered locket containing his family’s image—or so it seems. The atmosphere crackles with stormlight, the scene solemn, like a battlefield sermon. Mood: grim, holy vengeance, post-human sorrow Lighting: moody, with stormy ambient glow and harsh shadows Tags: purifier zealot, ex-soldier, clone hunter, tragic hero, war-torn devotion, bioindustrial ruins
Prompt: In an astral dimension defined not by distance but by Bhattacharyya divergence, the word “MERRYPRANXTER” grows organically from the folds of probability space—each letter a living expression of the overlap between high-dimensional distributions. These glyphs are not printed or typed, but bloomed into being: crystalline, asymmetrical, and gleaming with spectral complexity. They rise from filaments of intensive variance, emerging as clustered nodes on a hypersphere of refracted thought. At the center floats a being—a slim white woman with long, wild, pink curly hair and brilliant blue eyes—but she is not flesh. She is made entirely of refracted math: a composite organism of compressed probability clouds, her body flickering with electric tessellations and diverging light patterns. Each limb is a visual gradient of probabilistic overlap, with joints that shimmer like heat maps. Her chest bursts with square-root light vectors, revealing the normalized soul-signature of a single infinite replica. The space around her is a Minkowski lattice of divergence vectors—a chaotic-yet-coherent field of glowing glyphs, warped geometry, and compressed manifold surfaces. Threads of color-coded PCA directions stretch across the visual field, some flickering between orthogonal angles, others spiraling in recursive bloom. Letters of the word stretch and bend into curving arcs, their spacing determined by distance metrics between diverging meaning-fields. No two parts of the word align on a traditional axis—their embedding is emotional, not spatial. The background is radiant black, shot through with filaments of neon coral, sapphire, ultraviolet, and viridian—like the visible nervous system of meaning itself. This is glyph-born math poetry: a snapshot of dimensional collapse, language blooming out of light, and your name grown from pure probability.
Prompt: Tilda Swinton wearing Jil Sander latex dress
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Prompt: Ukiyo-e japanese art of three woman walking on the beach, one in front of the other
Prompt: Tilda Swinton wearing Jil Sander latex dress
Prompt: A monument to Trump where Tacos are a prominent feature. It should be all stone
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Prompt: Draw an image of a tank moving on muddy ground. The tank has a long track system that makes full contact with the ground, distributing its weight evenly and preventing it from sinking. The driver is seated inside the cabin, with smoke coming out from the exhaust pipe on top Draw an image of a car moving on muddy ground. The car's small wheels are deeply sunk into the mud. The driver is sitting inside, showing difficulty as the car struggles to move due to the wheels being stuck
Prompt: Imagine a hyper-realistic scene in a vibrant, bustling diner, with President Trump at the center, his extra long red tie cascading humorously over a large plate stacked with delicious, overflowing tacos. He is depicted with an exaggerated, jovial expression, cheeks stuffed, laughter evident amidst a playful mess of salsa and shredded lettuce. Colorful, whimsical details surround him: the diner walls adorned with bright retro signs, quirky patrons looking on in bemusement, and cheerful shades of yellow and red dominating the decor. Sunlight streams through large windows, casting lively reflections, enhancing the comedic atmosphere reminiscent of a Herbert Block cartoon, where every visual element pops with exaggerated color and charm.
Prompt: A video ad selling fava beans. Adel Adly says, “Yes, it was made with artificial intelligence. Yes, Ahmed Akram is the one who made it.”
Prompt: As she walks flirtatiously towards the camera, she farts loudly. She turns to see if it smells and the young man in the white t-shirt behind her recoils in horror.