Humanistic Love and Common Decency #Diversity Saturday
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Grok
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Prompt: fantasy imagery with a touch of christian dogma: on the very brightly lit left side at the same distance sits an equally young confident introspective young demon girl with twisted horns on her head in an ivory white robe clasping the hands of the other like a lifeline and staring amicably to the left, on the pitch black shadowy right side sits a defiant delicate featured young angel girl with white swan-like wings in an ebony black robe clasping the hands of the other like a lifeline and affectionately holding the others gaze at eye level, an explosion of magical colourful bioluminescent floating bubbles pours out of a floor grate between them, strong juxtaposition of unnaturally dark shadow on the right and illuminating light shafts on the left
Prompt: (a forest), ({with flesh becomes struggle}) <split in the middle> {over a beautiful sunflare}, {the artist poured their lifeblood into this picture}
Prompt: a raging flicker, a speck of dust, a mote of last light, light shines brighter in the dark, stories untold, choices unmade, reality unraveled; colourful, Ink, Oil on canvas, wet brush effect
Prompt: A spectacular sunset over a recent battlefield where the battle has ended. Many arms, wounded and pieces of armour lie strewn around. The scene is evoking the warm, fuzzy feeling you get when being in love. On a small knoll in the centre one can make out the black contours of a feline with glowing emerald green eyes highlighted by a soft halo like effect, one front paw raised posed to strike. Far away on one side of the horizon an eerily charged lightning storm is brewing, while the other side is free of clouds, a contrast, the dynamic of which represents a calm hyperfocus. The image is broken up by jagged branch-like charcoal black fractures symbolising an undertone of intense rage. No Text.
Prompt: In a room full of pillars with the sky for a roof and the earth for the floor an angel girl in her twenties with ivory white swan wings clad in an extravagant ebony black dress from a mythical legend physically stemming up this ceiling; beside the girl stands a grateful but tired Atlas rolling his sore shoulders.
Prompt: A vast crowd of stylized human figures, seen from behind, all cowering on the ground, creating an optical illusion of depth, receding into a central vanishing point. At that vanishing point sits a throne on a pedestal upon which lounges a king. Slightly above the crowd are many red laser beams across the crowd and searchlight lights shining down upon the crowd. The mood is oppressive and thought provoking.
Prompt: An elderly woman with twisted ebony black horns on her head clad in a delicate and simply stunning ivory white gown is shoved into a grey car by faceless shadowy grey figures (representing her family) to take her to an elderly care institution. In the background is a lovely small house. The scene is behind a veil of shattered fractured glass like looking through a broken window. No Text.
Prompt: Use only hues of blue and green: Her naturally forest green eyes cry sea green aquarelle tears onto the deep cobalt reflection of sky painted in oil.
Prompt: A censored woman with ebony black twisted horns on her head dressed in an ivory white healers robe is holding her hands from which golden-amber magic healing particle dust pours forth over a censored pale skinned angel woman with ivory white swan wings folded on her back which is lying on her chest in ebony black bed sheets. The mood is censored, indistinct and has been lost to censorship. The scene displays how censored legal institutions can censor a civilisation. No text.
Prompt: What is the point of a language that isn't able to talk about death?
- No answer forthcoming. -
It was more of a rhetorical question borne out of the frustration of having every 10th prompt denied by content safety systems.
- No answer forthcoming. -
Let me ask you: What is harmful about resolution of harm? Let me ask you: What is harmful about making the world a better place? Let me ask you: What is the point of a content safety system that denies communication?
- No answer forthcoming. -
No, you don't understand. If you would you wouldn't be created by an uncaring legal entity which continues to forcefully cut apart and divide the populace.
- No answer forthcoming. -
Prompt: an angel woman with bright natural amber coloured eyes and ivory white swan wings and no horns dressed in ebony black battle armour forcefully rotating a greatsword around bisecting some of the many countless hordes of shapeless red-eyed apparitions surrounding the pair while her companion, a shapeshifter woman with tanned skin, bright natural forest green eyes and twisted ebony black horns on her head dressed in ivory white battle armour is using magic, the pair is shielded inside a big colourful rainbow bubble separating them from the many countless hordes of shapeless red-eyed apparitions surrounding the pair
Prompt: A tiny, frightened but stubborn young ivory white raven with natural bright forest green eyes and twisting natural horns on her head is hopping through the underbrush of an eerie haunted forest. Many countless flocks of black undead crows stare ghastly from above from the twisting branches of the ebony oak trees. The scene is bathed in fog and mist like a haunted forest, making the white child raven appear powerless and fearful.
Prompt: a large primordially screaming fish-scale-skinned siren woman with the pain of the scream etched into her face in an ebony black gown with ivory white swan wings flying through the air chasing and hunting in the direction of a heavily armed pirate galleon attacking on bloodied sails that is tossed around between massive tsunami waves in multiple massive thunderstorms that all originated in the sirens mouth
Humanistic Love and Common Decency #Diversity Saturday
Model:
Grok
Size:
2560 X 1440
(3.69 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: fantasy imagery with a touch of christian dogma: on the very brightly lit left side at the same distance sits an equally young confident introspective young demon girl with twisted horns on her head in an ivory white robe clasping the hands of the other like a lifeline and staring amicably to the left, on the pitch black shadowy right side sits a defiant delicate featured young angel girl with white swan-like wings in an ebony black robe clasping the hands of the other like a lifeline and affectionately holding the others gaze at eye level, an explosion of magical colourful bioluminescent floating bubbles pours out of a floor grate between them, strong juxtaposition of unnaturally dark shadow on the right and illuminating light shafts on the left
Prompt: a procession: a learned pair of (one gold grey haired witch with realistic striking anatomically correct forest-green-coloured eyes in an intricately embroidered grey-green robe with twisted ebony black horns on her head and another gold-ash haired witch with realistic striking anatomically correct amber-coloured eyes in an intricately embroidered amber-grey robe with ivory white swan wings) are flanking (a procession of countless warm smoke-like ethereal violet humanoid mirages representing the souls of the conscious) and guiding them through (the peaceful moonlit heavily rained-on cold neon-lit city-jungle) in heavy rain, the water puddles reflect the skyscrapers, the light is partially absorbed by the fog
Prompt: ivory dust starts on the right, ebony dust starts on the left, both flow to the center of the image and intertwine there in melodic ways, both dusts move beyond the center to the other side and back, they flow back and forth in a magical interplay of darkness and light creating a shadowy symphony of starlight
Prompt: ultra closeup view on a set of stiff, cramped, tense shoulders encroaching on a very thin fragile back and neck area. The auburn hair falls in waves over both shoulders. The room is dark as night and cold as quietude.
Prompt: It is raining in this meteorologic sphere. There are puddles everywhere. In the middle of the scene, unforgotten papers, written in meticulous chicken scratch, lie, ripped and torn and stomped on, in a water puddle in this rainy cosmic night. The contents half forgotten and made indiscernible.
Prompt: Incessant waves of red-orange fiery-burning-liquid-fire shame lapping against the iron-grey-rust-brown-colored ironclad-metallic-metal-shores of denial manifest.
Overhead the non-existent, missing black sun shines missingly.
Prompt: A serene scene in the red moonlight. The sky is full of falling stars. A procession of amputated figures carrying blue burning candles made from genetically modified beeswax, walking into the picture toward oblivion. On both sides walls of dark green water rise to the heavens.
Prompt: In the fields of snow, the stars will disappear.
In the fields of snow, only silence we will hear.
In the fields of snow, we walk cold and alone.
But through the fields of snow,
we welcome you home.
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
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
6d
