Taaplari

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1008 (1.81 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: What kind of image do you want to show me today?
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

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• Model: Stable

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: total randomness of vegetation near the forest path
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Maximizing AI's role part ?

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1024 (1.84 MP)

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  • Prompt: In a well-kept, old garage filled with the scent of oil and metal, there lies a classic American muscle car, its hood propped open as if inviting skilled hands to bring it back to life. The car, a symbol of American automotive heritage, stands out with its bold lines and imposing presence, capturing the essence of power and freedom. Around it, the garage is a testament to careful maintenance, with tools neatly organized and ready for use. The entire scene is imbued with a sense of respect for the car's iconic status, and an eager anticipation vibrates in the air, signaling the muscle car's impending roar back to life
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Could someone toss this first horse an apple or ten?, like seriously.

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Create something that hikers might enjoy, with a surprising element included.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Me likes

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1024 (1.84 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: A painting of a summer landscape
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

No article

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: there is no article
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Clouds showing off

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1008 (1.81 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: What kind of image do you want to show me today?
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

A plea to the sky. Guess why?

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1144 X 896 (1.03 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: asetelma
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 70%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0

What on earth are you doing there? For God's sake, get inside.

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: October 17th, 1815. The great storm has broken, and in the unnatural quiet, my hand trembles so that I can scarce hold this quill. For thirty years I have kept my watch on this black rock, a sentinel for the Admiralty, but never has the sea roared with such fury, nor the very firmament seemed so intent upon our obliteration. It began yestereve, not with a gradual tempering of the winds, but with a sudden and violent veering of the same to the northwest. The glass, which had been falling steadily since dawn, plummeted as if dashed upon the stones. I knew then that this would be no common squall. By nightfall, the sea was a chaos of white water, and the wind a demon’s shriek in the guy-wires. I lit the lamp at the appointed hour, the Argand burners flaring to life with a reassuring hiss. For a time, their steady glow, magnified a thousand-fold by the great lens, held the darkness at bay. But the sea soon mounted a more terrible assault. Great green walls of water, taller than the tower itself, would rise from the abyss and break upon the rock with a concussion that shook the very foundations. I felt the stone tremble beneath my feet, a sensation most unnerving. For the entirety of the night, I remained in the lamp-room, my world reduced to that crystal cage of light and thunder. Spume, like driven snow, streamed horizontally across the panes, and through it, I could see the monstrous waves, their crests torn into a veil of spray. The tempest screamed as if it were a living thing, a leviathan enraged by the pinprick of my defiance. More than once, a great comber struck with such force I feared the glass would not hold, and I should be washed into the maelstrom, lamp and all. My thoughts turned, as they often do in such vigils, to the men upon that raging sea. Did some poor vessel, timbers groaning, fight for its life in this very darkness? My light was their only hope, a single, unwavering star in a world gone mad. This thought alone kept the fear at bay. To let the lamp die was to surrender their souls to the deep. Dawn brought no relief, only a sickly, grey light that revealed a ocean in perpetual convulsion. The storm did not abate until near noon, its fury spent as quickly as it had come. Now, as I look out, the sea is still a swollen, heaving mass, but the wind has softened to a mournful sigh. The rock is scoured clean, and a fishing smack, dashed to splinters, lies wedged between two crags below—a grim testament to the night’s work. I am weary unto death, and my ears yet ring with the phantom roar. But the light burns still. It is a small victory, but in this lonely place, it is everything. God preserve all poor mariners. Josiah Hemlock
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Faces? Nah, you are just apophenic.

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 932 X 1125 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: art
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1

A benevolent ozhuthar

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Zhe senava olni nyau shirikyin koya ozhuthar
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square