Prompt: In a war-torn landscape, thick smoke curls around the jagged remains of trees and debris, lit intermittently by distant explosions. Amidst this chaos, a soldier kneels beside his wounded comrade. Blood seeps through his own bandages, and pain etches deep lines into his dirt-streaked face. His hands, shaking but resolute, carefully tend to the wounds of his fallen brother. The soldier’s eyes, a mix of anguish and determination, never waver from his task. Around them, the battlefield is a cacophony of chaos: flashes of light, the deafening roar of artillery, and the distant cries of despair. Yet, a soft, ethereal glow seems to surround the soldier, casting a gentle illumination that cuts through the smoke and darkness. This light accentuates the tender act of compassion, highlighting the contrast between the brutal surroundings and the selfless kindness being shown. Despite his own suffering, the soldier’s actions radiate a powerful, quiet heroism, embodying hope and humanity in the midst of unimaginable turmoil.
Prompt: To craft a vivid image of the Horizon character from Apex Legends immersed in Caustic Gas with a Shotgun, consider the following detailed and creative prompt:
Mysterious Horizon character, futuristic outfit, dynamic pose, wielding a shotgun, intense expression, Caustic Gas environment, toxic green hues, swirling gas effects, eerie atmosphere, high-tech details, digital illustration, realistic with a touch of sci-fi, intricate textures, sharp focus on character, dramatic lighting casting shadows, contrasts of light and dark, artistically intense, by concept artist from ArtStation.
Prompt: Soldiers huddled in muddy trenches, with barbed wire and wooden planks.
The desolate, cratered landscape of No Man's Land under a grey sky.
A soldier writing a letter home by candlelight in a dugout.
Prompt: A defiant Australian man in weathered combat armor makes a stand and plants a flag of fungi death. All on one image: Effects of heat on celluloid, beautiful war god from hell and war, cybernetic disaster witch of evil, inspired by Clive Barker and H.R. Giger weirdness, INSPIRED work by Shintaro Kago, by Alexander Runciman, radioactive particles,, goya, , Roberto Ribeiro Padula. Chaotic nature background. Fungi kingdom, plants and all animals great and small planet earth species. Nuclear fire. Kali, goddess of death. All on one image: Effects of heat on celluloid, beautiful goddess from hell, cenobites and warlock, cybernetic disaster witch of evil, inspired by Clive Barker and H.R. Giger weirdness, flesh and gold brassiere,cosmic colorful background , ,INSPIRED work by Shintaro Kago, by Alexander Runciman, radioactive particles,, goya, , Roberto Ribeiro Padula. Fungi kingdom, plants and all animals great and small. Dead hand switch super weapon
Prompt: With renewed determination, he raises his weapon, the blade reflecting the distant light. The demonic figures recoil slightly, their whispers momentarily silenced by the soldier's newfound focus. He takes a step forward, then another, each one firmer and more resolute than the last. His breaths are steady, deliberate, each one a testament to his inner strength and calm.
The light grows brighter, illuminating his path and casting the encroaching shadows into stark relief. In this moment, the soldier becomes a beacon of resistance, a testament to the power of faith and the simple, profound act of breathing in the face of overwhelming darkness. The hellish landscape, with its jagged rocks and twisted trees, begins to fade as the light of hope and divine strength grows ever stronger, pushing back the encroaching darkness.
Each breath fuels his courage, the rhythm of life itself driving back the forces of despair. The demonic entities, once menacing and overpowering, now seem to shrink away, their forms dissolving into the night as the soldier’s breath and the divine light meld into a force of unyielding strength and peace.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overpowered it (John 1:5)
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Prompt: With renewed determination, he raises his weapon, the blade reflecting the distant light. The demonic figures recoil slightly, their whispers momentarily silenced by the soldier's newfound resolve. He takes a deep breath, then another, each inhalation filling him with strength and purpose. "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.". He steps forward, his movements synchronized with his steady breathing, each step firmer and more resolute than the last. The light grows brighter, illuminating his path and casting the encroaching shadows into stark relief.
Prompt: A canadian ww1 soldier as an assassin with a bolt action rifle and hood completely hiding his face in darkness he has no face just a shadow
His whole body visible and he's In a snowy forest and he's laying down
Prompt: The soldier's heart races as he faces the demonic onslaught. He feels the weight of his sins and fears pressing down on him, threatening to crush his resolve. His hands shake, and his grip on the sword falters. The whispers grow louder, more insistent, and the demons close in. The weight of guilt and regret manifests as a tangible burden on his shoulders, making each breath labored and each step heavier. His vision blurs, not just from the physical strain but from the mental and spiritual torment he endures. The demonic entities, grotesque and nightmarish, mock and taunt him with every step, their forms constantly shifting, reflecting his deepest fears and doubts.
Their voices blend into a cacophony of despair, each word an arrow aimed at his wavering heart. They seem to know his every failure, every moment of weakness, and exploit them mercilessly. The ground beneath him feels unstable, as if it could swallow him whole at any moment, and the air is thick with an oppressive darkness that threatens to suffocate his remaining hope. Yet, amid the rising tide of fear and guilt, a faint glimmer of resolve flickers within him, refusing to be extinguished.
Prompt: The soldier's heart races as he faces the demonic onslaught. He feels the weight of his sins and fears pressing down on him, threatening to crush his resolve. His hands shake, and his grip on the sword falters. The whispers grow louder, more insistent, and the demons close in. The weight of guilt and regret manifests as a tangible burden on his shoulders, making each breath labored and each step heavier. His vision blurs, not just from the physical strain but from the mental and spiritual torment he endures. The demonic entities, grotesque and nightmarish, mock and taunt him with every step, their forms constantly shifting, reflecting his deepest fears and doubts.
Prompt: In the desolate expanse of the lunar surface, amidst a chaotic theater of war, strides a lone figure—a futuristic female soldier adorned in imposing, mechanical armor that exudes both menace and technological prowess. This armored behemoth, a harbinger of advanced warfare, stands unrivaled amidst the relentless onslaught of battle.Clad in a formidable exoskeleton, the soldier embodies the epitome of tactical superiority. The armor, an amalgamation of sleek design and impenetrable resilience, forms an imposing silhouette against the bleak lunar landscape. Its surface, a seamless sheath of obsidian alloy, reflects the eerie glow of distant explosions and the haunting luminescence of alien weaponry.The soldier's helmet, a masterpiece of futuristic engineering, encases their head in a sleek visage of cutting-edge technology. Within its confines lies a heads-up display that projects tactical overlays and vital information, enhancing the soldier's situational awareness amidst the chaos of war.In one hand, the soldier wields a futuristic rifle—a weapon of unparalleled sophistication that hums with lethal energy. The rifle, an epitome of destructive precision, emits vibrant pulses of energy, capable of obliterating enemy targets with surgical accuracy across the lunar battlefield.Around the soldier, the lunar surface trembles with the impact of incoming bombs, their detonations casting plumes of lunar dust and debris into the air. Spaceships, locked in a deadly skirmish overhead, unleash torrents of energy beams that streak across the sky, illuminating the lunar terrain in a mesmerizing display of cosmic warfare.Yet, amidst this maelstrom, the soldier charges forward with unwavering determination, their mechanical armor a bastion of impenetrable defense. Anti-tank missiles, mere nuisances against the formidable armor, bounce harmlessly off its surface, a testament to its imperviousness against conventional weaponry.
Prompt: The soldier stands amidst a battlefield shrouded in darkness, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of his past sins and present fears bears down heavily upon him, each misstep and doubt a shackle threatening to bind his spirit. His hands tremble, causing his grip on the sword to falter. Around him, whispers of dread and doubt grow louder, more insistent, as the demonic onslaught closes in, their shadowy forms inching ever closer. Jagged rocks and twisted trees litter the landscape, and the air is thick with a suffocating miasma.
The soldier's vision blurs, not only from the sweat and blood streaming down his face but from the mental and spiritual torment inflicted by the relentless demonic entities. Their grotesque, shifting forms mock and taunt him, exploiting his deepest fears and regrets. Each step he takes feels heavier, as if the ground beneath him could give way at any moment, pulling him into an abyss of despair.
Yet, amid this chaos, a faint, ethereal light glimmers on the horizon, piercing the oppressive darkness. This light, subtle but unwavering, offers a glimmer of hope and strength. It seems to call to the soldier, urging him to stand firm and press forward. His heart, though burdened, responds to this call. He takes a deep breath, his trembling hands steadying as he tightens his grip on the sword.
With renewed determination, he raises his weapon, the blade reflecting the distant light. The demonic figures recoil slightly, their whispers momentarily silenced by the soldier's newfound resolve. He takes a step forward, then another, each one firmer and more resolute than the last. The light grows brighter, illuminating his path and casting the encroaching shadows into stark relief. In this moment, the soldier becomes a beacon of resistance, a testament to the power of faith and courage in the face of overwhelming darkness.
Prompt: oil painting Watercolor scene of a male soldier, his attire stained with signs of combat, holding a female defender with care. Their shared gaze reveals intense feelings, while the background displays destroyed houses, hinting at the aftermath of a battle.
Prompt: Memorial Day military memories of freedoms from war is never free. Intertwining and interwoven years from 1800’s to 2024. Life, victory, defeat, death, injuries, disability, sacrifice, justice, injustice, win, loosing, unconditional, conditional, Life, liberty and pursuit of happiness in the USA. Style of and art of, Josephine Wall and Catherine Able.
Prompt: Setting: Battlefield Chaos: A gritty, war-torn landscape filled with smoke, fire, and the deafening roar of battle. Soldiers clash with swords and shields, cannons boom, and cries of agony fill the air. The ground is littered with debris, bodies, and the remnants of shattered weapons.
Central Figure: Soldier in Combat: A lone soldier stands amidst the chaos, armor dented and bloodied. His face is smeared with dirt and sweat, eyes wide with fear and determination. He grips his sword tightly, ready to engage the next enemy.
Shift in Atmosphere: Suddenly, the soldier's vision blurs, and the sounds of battle become muffled. The intensity of the combat scene seems to recede, replaced by an eerie, haunting silence. The air grows colder, and a palpable sense of dread permeates the scene.
Traumatizing Vision: The soldier's surroundings begin to distort. The faces of his comrades and enemies twist into grotesque, nightmarish visages, their eyes hollow and filled with unearthly light. The ground beneath his feet transforms into a swirling, dark abyss, where ghostly hands reach out, grasping at his legs.
Visions of Despair: As the soldier looks around, he sees horrific visions—friends and loved ones caught in the grip of agony and despair. Their ghostly forms cry out for help, their voices a blend of sorrow and accusation. The battlefield around him shifts, revealing scenes of destruction and loss, each more devastating than the last.
Prompt: Creating an effective political poster visualizing the 818th day of the struggle of the Ukrainian people against Russian aggression is an important way of communicating and supporting the national cause. Here are the steps and elements to consider in creating such a poster:
1. Definition of the Concept
Topic: Resistance and indomitability of the Ukrainian spirit.
Slogan: Choose a few strong and emotional slogans, such as "Unbreakable," "Strength in Unity," or "Resilience Through Trials."
2. Design
Colors: Use of the national colors of Ukraine - blue and yellow.
Symbolism: Integration of the Ukrainian coat of arms (trident).
3. Graphic Elements
Heroic Portrait: You can use an image of a Ukrainian warrior in protective gear looking into the future.
Dynamics: Adding elements that symbolize movement and struggle - can be abstract lines or stylized images of combat.
4. Use of the Text
Date: Entering information that today is the 818th day of the struggle.
Emotional Connection: A brief description of the importance of struggle and recognition of the victims of the Ukrainian people
As we marched back from the field, In the shadow of the evening, With our banners flying low
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Prompt: As we marched back from the field,
In the shadow of the evening,
With our banners flying low,
To the memory of our dead,
We returned unto our homes,
But without my soldier laddie,
Yet I never will forget those words he said
Said I to that soldier boy - Won't you take me to your captain
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Prompt: Said I to that soldier boy,
"Won't you take me to your captain,
T'would be my pride and joy,
For to march with you today.
My young brother fell in Cork,
And my son at Innes Carthay!"
Unto the noble captain I did say
Prompt: The Age of Lost Dreams.
mixed media, collage, oil painting, surrealism, dada, dystopian, lost civilisation, post-apocalyptic dark age, post-industrial, post-collapse, cyberpunk, silly, weird, dark humour, anti-capitalist
Prompt: Create an image featuring a male humanoid figure in a dynamic pose, confidently holding a futuristic handgun with both hands, aiming at a colossal, bright orange caterpillar-like alien creature with yellow spots and textured skin. The alien looms in the background with a massive, curved body and a pronounced head featuring an eye with a glossy black pupil, and long, thin antennae. The figure has a square jaw, determined expression, and short black hair, and wears a vibrant blue uniform with black boots. They stand on the coiled body of the creature, surrounded by dark blue, almost black craggy rock formations under a vivid red sky. A secondary, smaller humanoid figure mirrors the pose of the main character in the background for depth. Include intricate details like textured scales on the creature's body, giving the scene a pulpy science fiction atmosphere reminiscent of vintage book cover art. Add the signature of the artist in the lower right corner to complete the composition.
Prompt: How about this: A majestic Valkyrie, her golden hair flowing in the wind, cradling a fallen soldier in her arms as she ascends towards the heavens. In the background, a subtle hint of Taylor Swift's features, adding an unexpected yet intriguing twist to the scene. The artwork captures the essence of both the mythical and the modern, blending them seamlessly into a captivating visual narrative.
Twas a morning in July, I was walking to Tipperary, when I heard a battle cry, from the mountains ..
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Prompt: 'Twas a morning in July,
I was walking to Tipperary,
When I heard a battle cry,
From the mountains over head,
As I looked up in the sky,
I saw an Irish soldier laddie,
He looked at me right fearlessly and said:
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
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