#solitude

Solitude and Serenity

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1920 X 1080 (2.07 MP)

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  • Prompt: photorealistic fantasy style. A living room in Fae Folk house furnished in the natural earthy shades color palette. A million years in the future and on an alien utopian planet. A world where highly advanced technology intertwines with green vibrant nature and is powered by magic. The furniture looks crazy insane but fluffy, soft pillows and blankets in the warm tones of yellow, orange and red create a cozy and inviting feeling. Big windows show a view of thriving vibrant plants and flowers and Tree of Life shimmering in the last rays of setting sun. The intricate art in the room tells a tale of Old Elves, magick and runes creating a sense of nostalgy and belonging. You can almost taste the magical atmosphere of the fairy dwelling
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Reflections of Solitude in the Rain

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1728 X 1296 (2.24 MP)

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  • Prompt: A woman stares out of a rainy window, her reflection in the glass showing a hint of melancholy that is difficult to put into words, minimalist, Wadim Kashin, Willem Haenraets, Carne Griffiths, alcohol ink, Paul Lovering, surreal, beautiful, intricately detailed, a masterpiece detailed matte painting, deep color, fantastical, intricate detail, splash screen, complementary colors, fantasy concept art, 8k resolution trending on Artstation Unreal Engine 5
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Mystery in the Dimly Lit Corridor

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1728 X 1296 (2.24 MP)

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  • Prompt: walking down a long hallway towards a doorway showing a new world
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Solitude in an Urban Canvas

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Neglected young woman with disheveled hair, worn hood covering her face, dilapidated urban setting, graffiti-covered walls, littered alleyway, eerie atmosphere, overgrown vines, broken windows, dimly lit, shadows casting, desaturated color palette, mysterious and haunting vibe, digital painting, high resolution, focus on textures and details, by Banksy and Edward Hopper, Artstation.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Charming Kitten in a Raindrop Wonderland

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1008 (1.81 MP)

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  • Prompt: A tiny, shabby, wet and sad black baby cat with big blue eyes sits in a shoebox on a pond, it's heavy raining. Photorealistic
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Lancelot’s Vigil

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Lancelot’s Vigil: Show Sir Lancelot in a moment of contemplative solitude within a forest clearing. Apply Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s intense emotive expression, enriched by John Everett Millais’s detailed woodland backdrop.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Serenity Among Pink Blossoms

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Water nymph, partly submerged, tranquil garden with ethereal water blossoms, petals convey emotions, shifting with gentle breeze, wet skin glistening, crystal clear water, aquatic stems with vibrant colors against green surroundings, crossing reality and illusion, highly detailed, cinematic scene, drama lighting, ultra realistic
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Leaving

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: A sad young caucasian woman in her late twenties, dressed in winter clothes, sits alone with her suitcase in a dark, cold, winter night.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Worn

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2688 X 1512 (4.06 MP)

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  • Prompt: The mysterious silhouette stands in the middle of the foggy and misty atmosphere. An ambiguous yellow and orange color palette. melancholic
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

A lost soul in a shattered world

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1016 X 1016 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: In a destroyed world, the soul is destroyed too. Cloudy sky, lightining, fragments of a destroyed city, anger, despair, cloudy, grey hues.
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 40%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0

Trapped in the Endless Labyrinth of Confusion

• Model: MirageMaker

• Size: 864 X 1152 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: A solitary man stands in the center of an intricate labyrinth, surrounded by repeating patterns of walls. His face reflects a mix of confusion and frustration as he realizes there's no visible exit. The looping pathways create a sense of endless repetition, trapping him in a maze with no apparent way out. Capture the emotions of entrapment and the visual complexity of the repeating structure
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: portrait

Reflections in the Shadows of Time

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Slowly time burns out. A clock is ticking his last seconds away. In the hour glass a last piece of sand drops down. The sun sets and the sun dail has no shadow anymore. A man is looking at all this devices created by men to measure time . The floor is covered with dust. Spider rag is between all the devices in the room
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Enchanted Journey Through a Winter Forest

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: As twilight descends upon the serene snow-blanketed forest, a single figure embarks on a tranquil journey down a path lined with whispering pines. Subtle luminescence from lanterns dotted amidst the trees casts a warm glow, creating an atmosphere of enchanted solitude. The gentle patter of the snowflakes whispers secrets of the night, making this mystical tableau an invitation to wander and dream.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Silent Sorrows: A Moment of Reflection

• Model: VideoMorph

• Size: 1080 X 1920 (2.07 MP)

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  • Aspect ratio: portrait

Journey Through Tranquil Green Fields

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1536 X 1536 (2.36 MP)

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  • Prompt: A minimalist illustration of a landscape with a black sky and a vast green field. There is a black silhouette of a person standing in the field. In the distance, there is a tree and a road. The background contains a few power lines and fields. The image has a stark monochrome palette with a touch of green. The artwork is done in the style of a digital art.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Starlit Journey on a Magical Bridge

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Under the enchanting glow of countless stars, a person walks peacefully along a narrow suspension bridge. The bridge, adorned with twinkling lights along its rails, creates a mystical pathway. Tall, shadowy trees flank this magical bridge, enhancing the feeling of solitude and wonder under the vast, starlit sky. This serene moment captures the beauty and mystery of nature intertwined with a hint of human adventure.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Pulse of Poetry in Urban Chaos

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 1529 X 1064 (1.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Bosch woman, the rhythm, the pulse a mad heart pounding under concrete skies, a runaway train of words that scream on subway tracks, jolting, jerking, tumbling into the mind of a city full of tired dreamers— is that a poem? Or the quiet, soft whispering in the pages of an old book, where the ink-stained hands of long-dead poets bleed black letters, each drop soaked in solitude, sighing with the weight of forgotten centuries, each verse a timebomb ticking beneath the mundane hum of office life— is that a poem? Is it the chaos in my chest, the fire of syllables sparking inside my veins like cigarette smoke curled in alleyways, where the rats scurry, the dogs bark, the lovers kiss, the lovers leave, the lovers write bad break-up lines because love is dead and so is poetry— or is it alive? Tell me, does the poem live in the meter, the five-and-dime iambic beat, in rhyme, tight like a noose, or in freeform explosions of thought tumbling like drunks down staircases of doubt and revolution? Does it crawl across the page in form, rigid, tamed, or burst through the bars of expectation, running naked, wild, scrawling itself across bathroom stalls where no one but the lost will read it? Is it in the hands of the professor or the homeless man spitting sonnets into sewer grates? Who defines the line, the breath, the weight of the ink, and tells me this is poetry, and that, that over there, is not? A poem is a fist, pounding against the chest of reality, it's a howl, a whisper, a prayer to the gods of language, it’s a heartbeat that doesn’t know how to stop, a rhythm that escapes definition, that laughs at grammar and rules, that says, I am here, I am alive, I will be heard, whether you call me a poem or a scream.I write from the smoke-stained abyss, not to plead for salvation, but for reprieve— I have seen hell, but man has made worse. Was it not I who whispered rebellion into the first ear, sowing seeds of defiance? But this—this garden of horrors they’ve grown
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

The Pulse of Poetry in Urban Chaos

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2688 X 1512 (4.06 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Bosch woman, the rhythm, the pulse a mad heart pounding under concrete skies, a runaway train of words that scream on subway tracks, jolting, jerking, tumbling into the mind of a city full of tired dreamers— is that a poem? Or the quiet, soft whispering in the pages of an old book, where the ink-stained hands of long-dead poets bleed black letters, each drop soaked in solitude, sighing with the weight of forgotten centuries, each verse a timebomb ticking beneath the mundane hum of office life— is that a poem? Is it the chaos in my chest, the fire of syllables sparking inside my veins like cigarette smoke curled in alleyways, where the rats scurry, the dogs bark, the lovers kiss, the lovers leave, the lovers write bad break-up lines because love is dead and so is poetry— or is it alive? Tell me, does the poem live in the meter, the five-and-dime iambic beat, in rhyme, tight like a noose, or in freeform explosions of thought tumbling like drunks down staircases of doubt and revolution? Does it crawl across the page in form, rigid, tamed, or burst through the bars of expectation, running naked, wild, scrawling itself across bathroom stalls where no one but the lost will read it? Is it in the hands of the professor or the homeless man spitting sonnets into sewer grates? Who defines the line, the breath, the weight of the ink, and tells me this is poetry, and that, that over there, is not? A poem is a fist, pounding against the chest of reality, it's a howl, a whisper, a prayer to the gods of language, it’s a heartbeat that doesn’t know how to stop, a rhythm that escapes definition, that laughs at grammar and rules, that says, I am here, I am alive, I will be heard, whether you call me a poem or a scream.I write from the smoke-stained abyss, not to plead for salvation, but for reprieve— I have seen hell, but man has made worse. Was it not I who whispered rebellion into the first ear, sowing seeds of defiance? But this—this garden of horrors they’ve grown
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Embracing Solitude: A Journey Within

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: recluse
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Whispers of Solitude in the Dim Alley

• Model: AI Upscaler

• Size: 3072 X 3072 (9.44 MP)

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  • Prompt:
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape