lost Stable Diffusion prompts

9 months ago

A hyper-realistic cyberpunk portrait of a person dissolving into digital particles. Their face is partially disappearing, turning into streams of neon blue and purple data, merging with the network around them. Their eyes glow with an otherworldly light, as if they are trapped between reality and the digital void. The background is a high-tech cyberspace filled with glitching holograms, flickering neon signs, and fragments of lost memories floating in the air.

8 months ago

A **legendary warrior**, standing **defiant against the tide of time and battle**, his **silver-streaked hair flowing in the wind**, a testament to **years of relentless battle and hard-earned wisdom**. His **weathered face**, lined with **deep scars**, speaks of **countless battles, kingdoms defended, friendships lost, and victories claimed**. His **piercing eyes burn with an undying fire**, a gaze that has **witnessed wonders beyond imagination and calamities that would break lesser men**.

9 months ago

A surreal, black-and-white composition blending the raw emotion of Peter Lindbergh, the dreamlike distortion of Man Ray, and the textured abstraction of Mario Giacomelli. A solitary, rugged man, his weathered face and worn coat reminiscent of a Brontë novel protagonist, stands within a crumbling Celtic castle tower. The ancient stone walls, carved by time and isolation, seem to echo with forgotten voices. Before him, a translucent, ethereal female figure—a ghostly presence—emerges from the mist, her form sharp and intense, yet fading between worlds. She exudes a powerful, almost untamed aura, as if she’s a spirit both caught in and defying time. Through cracks in the stone, faint faces and symbols flicker. The sky above, stormy and chaotic, casts diffused, ghostly light, creating a cold, spectral glow. The texture is raw and grainy, reflecting the pain and longing that haunt both the man and the ghost, lost in time.

8 months ago

A legendary warrior stands defiant against the tide of time and battle, his silver-streaked hair flowing in the wind, his weathered face lined with the scars of countless wars and the wisdom of a life well-lived. His piercing eyes burn with an undying fire, a gaze that has seen wonders beyond imagination and calamities that would break lesser men. Every wrinkle on his face tells a story—of battles fought, kingdoms defended, friends lost, and victories won.

8 months ago

A **legendary warrior**, standing **defiant against the tide of time and battle**, his **silver-streaked hair flowing in the wind**, a testament to **years of relentless warfare and hard-earned wisdom**. His **weathered face**, lined with **deep battle scars**, speaks of **countless wars, kingdoms defended, friendships lost, and victories claimed**. His **piercing eyes burn with an undying fire**, a gaze that has **witnessed wonders beyond imagination and calamities that would break lesser men**.

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.

2 months ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

9 months ago

A breathtaking cinematic portrait of a modern muse, standing effortlessly under the golden glow of streetlights. Her expression is serene yet powerful, as if lost in thought, radiating quiet confidence. The wind lightly tousles her hair, adding a dynamic touch to the moment. Soft neon reflections from distant city lights blend into the scene, creating an ethereal balance between warm and cool tones. Her outfit is effortlessly chic, blending minimalism with contemporary elegance, flowing naturally with the movement. The atmosphere is intimate yet grand, capturing a fleeting moment that feels timeless, like the frame of an untold story.

9 months ago

A cinematic high-fashion portrait of a woman standing alone under the soft, moody glow of midnight city lights. Her presence is intoxicating—every movement, every glance, effortlessly captivating. The air is thick with mystery as neon reflections dance across her smooth skin, tracing delicate lines of gold and sapphire over her silhouette. Her outfit, elegant yet daring, clings to her form with liquid grace, shimmering as she moves. Her lips, slightly parted, hold the promise of a story untold, while her deep, mesmerizing gaze locks onto the unseen, drawing in anyone who dares to look. The blurred urban backdrop hums with the quiet pulse of a city that never sleeps, framing her like a vision lost between dream and reality.

6 months ago

"A captivating full-body shot of an African American woman with short, softly wavy hair, gracefully posing in front of the camera for a Vogue magazine cover photo shoot. She's wearing a sleek black dress and elegant jewelry on her neck, arms, fingers, and hands. Her posture is poised and elegant as she stands against a deep, starlit background, radiating quiet intensity and emotional depth. Her expression is soft but powerful, eyes filled with longing and a sense of connection, as if lost in a memory. Subtle visual elements — floating music notes, faint glimmers of stardust around her, and a faint second silhouette in the distance — evoke a sense of soul-connection and timeless love." --ar 91:93 --v 6 --style raw --q 2

6 months ago

"A captivating mid-shot portrait of an African American woman with short, softly wavy hair, gracefully posing for a Vogue magazine cover photo shoot. She's wearing a sleek black dress and elegant jewelry. The camera is tightly focused on her face and upper torso, emphasizing her expressive eyes and emotional presence. The background is deep and starlit, with subtle floating music notes and soft glimmers of stardust around her, hinting at a deep soul-connection and timeless love. Her gaze is intense and intimate, as if she's lost in a moment of emotional clarity." --ar 3:4 --v 6 --style raw --q 2

8 months ago

A lone, mystical figure ascends a floating staircase of ancient stone, suspended in an ethereal void. His lantern glows with shifting constellations, casting silver holographic reflections onto the cosmic mist below. An ocean of opal quartz fog swirls beneath his feet, hiding forgotten secrets lost to time. His robe, woven from liquid starlight, shimmers with neon hues, refracting celestial energy as he moves through an infinite dreamscape. The atmosphere is rich with surrealism, evoking Salvador Dalí’s visionary style—melting realities, elongated shadows, and hyper-detailed textures. Cosmic textures blend seamlessly into the scene, with radiant gold highlights and silver luminescence illuminating the vast expanse. Psychedelic hues dance across the composition, enhancing the mystical, cinematic 4K quality of this Tarot-inspired vision.

9 months ago

A futuristic cyberpunk woman standing in the neon haze, her piercing, glowing eyes reflecting the digital abyss. A sleek black hood partially covers her face, blending seamlessly with her high-tech, cybernetic enhancements. The atmosphere is moody and dystopian, illuminated by neon blue and magenta lights, casting a mysterious aura around her. Rain drizzles over the dark, futuristic city, blurring the neon signs in the background. Her expression is unreadable—both human and machine, lost in time.

12 hours ago

Psychedelic, surreal, psychedelic. photographic. Code Cracked: The Tantaria Principle For centuries, the question has haunted us: How did ancient civilizations achieve the impossible? How were the pyramids raised, Stonehenge arranged, the Nazca lines drawn? We have searched for complex machinery, alien intervention, or technologies lost to time. But the answer was never a "what". It was a "how". The Tantaria Principle reveals that the ancients did not build their wonders; they grew them. * They possessed a foundational understanding we have forgotten: the highest form of creation is a collaboration with the world, not a conquest of it. They understood the language of their environment—the grain of stone, the flow of water, the pressure of a root, the path of the stars. They did not force nature into submission; they invited it into partnership. They used water to lubricate and move stone, they used growing root systems to fuse masonry, they aligned their structures with celestial forces they revered. What we dismissed as "magic" was, in fact, a deeper magic: the magic of profound understanding, patience, and symbiosis. The greatest secret of the ancients was not a lost tool. It was a lost mindset. The mystery of "how they did it" is solved the moment we realize they were not trying to conquer their environment. They were conversing with it. Signature: Richard Worthington + AI | Creative Alliance--ar 16:9 --v 6. 0-- masterpiece, ultra-detailed, 8k, ethereal glow, god rays, ancient megaliths, serene, majestic, fantasy art. In the style of the Dutch Masters.

2 months ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

9 months ago

A mesmerizing high-fashion portrait of a woman standing beneath the flickering neon glow of a hidden alleyway, her silhouette effortlessly blending into the urban mystery. Soft rain drizzles from above, creating shimmering reflections on the slick pavement as the cold night hums with the distant echo of the city. Her expression is poised, unreadable—an enigmatic presence lost between shadow and light. The glow of vibrant neon signs wraps around her, painting soft strokes of pink, blue, and violet across her sleek outfit. The atmosphere is surreal, as if captured in the silent frame of an untold story, a moment of intrigue and cinematic perfection.

2 months ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

24 days ago

A haunting surreal poster design with a high-contrast red and black duotone palette, inspired by retro Japanese horror film posters. The central composition features a spectral woman's face with piercing green eyes, her skin partially transformed into a decaying skull, with puzzle pieces etched into her forehead and the phrase “SANDS OF TIME” engraved across her cheeks in Gothic serif font. She is surrounded by ghostly wraiths swirling in a vortex of green mist, emerging from the shadows like echoes of lost souls. Stylized, asymmetrical layout elements inspired by vintage Japanese typography slice through the composition vertically, creating tension and rhythm.

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.

3 months ago

“30‑second hip-hop music video in a surreal style — a heartbroken young man wanders through an endless dreamlike city at night, neon lights reflecting on puddles, oversized red hearts slowly cracking and floating away like balloons, graffiti walls melting into liquid colors, slow-motion rain falling upwards, ghostly silhouettes of a lost lover appearing and vanishing in the mist. Cinematic camera moves: sweeping drone shots, close-ups of teardrops turning into diamonds, and wide angles that bend perspective like a Salvador Dalí painting. Emotional, moody, and artistic — 4K resolution, high contrast lighting, film grain, music video aesthetic.”

2 months ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

6 months ago

A decaying cathedral made of neural pathways floats in a sea of static. Shelves hold glowing thought-objects that were never fully born — ideas lost before humanity could think them. A caretaker made of antique typewriter parts and muscle fibers sorts them alphabetically by forgotten emotions. The sky rains clock hands. Tone: solemn, sacred, poetic.

8 months ago

hyper-realistic gold, opal quartz, neon hues, silver holographic reflections, and cosmic textures Salvador Dalí-Inspired Surrealism, optimized for maximum detail and dreamlike quality. Each prompt follows a structured format, ensuring consistent surrealistic themes, psychedelic aesthetics, and celestial mysticism. A lone, mystical figure climbs a floating staircase made of ancient stone, holding a lantern filled with shifting constellations. Below, a vast ocean of cosmic fog swirls, hiding secrets lost to time. His robe is woven from silver starlight, shimmering as he moves through infinite dreamscapes. Salvador Dalí surrealism, deep blues, radiant silver, intricate, cinematic 4K.

9 months ago

A cinematic high-fashion portrait of a woman standing beneath the quiet glow of vintage streetlights, the air thick with the remnants of a passing rain. The mist swirls around her silhouette, catching the golden reflections of the lamps, adding an ethereal softness to the scene. Her gaze is distant yet captivating, as if lost in a story untold. Her sleek, tailored outfit blends sophistication with an effortless edge, moving naturally with the evening breeze. The blurred cityscape behind her fades into a dreamlike haze of warm and cool tones, creating an atmosphere of elegance, solitude, and timeless allure.