Remember Prompts

Illustration: Coco playing with his friends—parrots, frogs, and other monkeys—who are all laughing and having fun.* Text: But sometimes, Coco felt overwhelmed. With all the games and noise, he found it hard to settle down. He would swing faster and chatter louder, trying to keep up with everyone. --- *Illustration: Coco sitting by himself, looking worried and restless as other animals play in the background.* Text: One day, after a long day of play, Coco sat down to rest. He felt a storm of thoughts swirling in his head. “Why can’t I keep up? What if I’m not as fun as the others?” he worried. *Illustration: An old wise tortoise named Tilly approaches Coco, with a gentle smile on her face.* Text: Just then, Tilly the tortoise slowly approached. “Coco,” she said softly, “I see you’re feeling a bit restless. Would you like to learn a little secret?” *Illustration: Coco looks up at Tilly with wide, curious eyes.* Text: “What secret?” Coco exclaimed, intrigued. “Mindfulness,” Tilly replied. “It helps calm your mind and helps you enjoy the present moment.” *Illustration: Tilly sitting calmly on a rock, while Coco perches beside her, eager to listen.* Text: Tilly explained, “When the world feels too noisy, try to pause and breathe. Just focus on your breath. In and out. It can help you feel peaceful inside.” *Illustration: Tilly demonstrating deep breathing, with small puffs of air being depicted visually.* Text: “Let’s practice together!” Tilly said. “Breathe in through your nose… and out through your mouth.” Coco watched her closely and copied her. *Illustration: Coco taking deep breaths, with a smile that starts to form on his face.* Text: As Coco breathed deeply, he began to feel a warm, cozy feeling spread through him. “This feels nice!” he said with a grin. *Illustration: Tilly encouraging Coco to use his senses, surrounded by the jungle's colours and sounds. * Text: “Now, let’s use our senses,” Tilly continued. “What do you see around you?” “I see big green leaves and colourful flowers!” Coco replied excitedly. *Illustration: Coco noticing the sounds of the jungle, with vibrant visuals of animals and nature.* Text: “And the sounds?” Tilly prompted. “What do you hear?” “I hear the birds chirping and the gentle rustle of leaves!” Coco shouted, feeling more alive than ever. *Illustration: A happier Coco, filled with energy, ready to play again with his friends.* Text: After their mindfulness practice, Coco felt lighter and brighter. “Thank you, Tilly! I feel so much better!” “Anytime, Coco. Remember, you can always return to your breath,” Tilly said with a smile. *Illustration: Coco running back to join his friends, who greet him joyfully.* Text: Coco raced back to his friends. This time, he felt calm and ready to play. Instead of feeling overwhelmed, he found joy in every moment. *Illustration: Coco teaching his friends how to breathe mindfully, as everyone gathers around him, listening intently.* Text: Soon, Coco shared Tilly’s secret with all his friends. “Let’s practice mindfulness together!” he said, showing them how to breathe and enjoy the jungle. *Illustration: All the animals sitting peacefully together, practicing mindfulness under a big tree with sunlight streaming down.* Text: And so, the jungle became a happier place, where everyone learned to pause, breathe, and enjoy the simple beauty around them—just like Coco the mindful monkey. *Illustration: Coco and his friends happily playing in the jungle, still remembering the importance of mindfulness.* Text: From that day on, whenever Coco felt overwhelmed, he would take a deep breath, remembering Tilly’s wise words, and find calmness within. **The End** **Back Cover:** *Illustration: A serene jungle scene with Coco sitting peacefully on a branch, surrounded by friends, with a quote beneath him.* Text: “Take a moment to pause, breathe, and be present. There’s joy in every little thing.” - Coco the Mindful Monkey.

I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can beat them, just for one day We can be heroes, just for one day And you, you can be mean And I, I'll drink all the time 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact Yes we're lovers, and that is that Though nothing will keep us together We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes for ever and ever What d'you say? I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them, for ever and ever Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be Heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall) And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall) And the shame, was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be Heroes, just for one day We can be Heroes We can be Heroes We can be Heroes Just for one day We can be Heroes We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer, just for one day Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. Her body is constructed from a dual-layered material: an outer shell of liquid mirror-glass, always in motion, bending light in surreal ripples—beneath it, a lattice of golden memory circuits, softly pulsing, like script woven from heat and purpose. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

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Imagine you're the boss of a building company that does special plastering for big buildings like factories and warehouses. You want to make a logo for your company so that more people know about it. A logo is like a special picture or design that people can easily remember and recognise. It's like the face of your company. Here's an idea for a logo: * Draw a picture of a strong arm holding a plastering tool. * Make the arm look powerful and skilled, like it knows exactly what it's doing. * Add a hard hat to the arm to show that your company is all about safety. * Write the name of your company in big, bold letters next to the arm. * Use bright colours that will catch people's attention and make them remember your logo. This logo is simple and easy to understand, and it shows what your company does in a clear way. It's also eye-catching and memorable, which is important for a logo.

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Imagine you're the boss of a building company that does special plumbing for big buildings like factories and warehouses. You want to make a logo for your company so that more people know about it. A logo is like a special picture or design that people can easily remember and recognise. It's like the face of your company. Here's an idea for a logo: * Draw a picture of a strong arm holding a plumbing tools. * Make the arm look powerful and skilled, like it knows exactly what it's doing. * Add a hard hat to the arm to show that your company is all about safety. * Write the name of your company in big, bold letters next to the arm. * Use bright colours that will catch people's attention and make them remember your logo. This logo is simple and easy to understand, and it shows what your company does in a clear way. It's also eye-catching and memorable, which is important for a logo.

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

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Ultra realistic cinematic Hausa romantic love story in Kano during rainy season, emotional atmosphere, soft rain falling at night, glowing streetlights reflecting on wet roads, beautiful Hausa girl named Amina wearing elegant dark hijab holding her bag tightly under a streetlight, cold wind moving her hijab softly, lonely empty street, emotional facial expression, cinematic camera movement. A black luxury car slowly stops in front of her, window rolls down slowly revealing Yusuf, handsome Hausa man with calm eyes and gentle smile, warm cinematic lighting inside the car, emotional tension, romantic atmosphere. Rain sounds, soft piano music, realistic reflections, emotional eye contact. Scene transitions showing their growing love: evening phone calls, sharing tea, laughing together, Yusuf remembering small details about her, rooftop overlooking Kano city lights at night, soft wind, emotional hand holding, Amina crying softly while confessing fear of love, Yusuf comforting her gently. Flashback mood: Amina heartbroken and lonely remembering past betrayal, dark emotional lighting. Romantic montage: Yusuf bringing flowers, Amina listening to his voice notes before sleeping, slow dancing, holding hands in rain, warm smiles, deep emotional connection. Sudden emotional shift: Amina calling Yusuf repeatedly with no answer, empty apartment, dark lonely nights, crying alone on prayer mat, making dua, sad cinematic atmosphere. Heavy rain scene: Door knock at evening, Amina opens door and sees Yusuf standing in rain weak and exhausted, emotional reunion, crying, tight embrace under rain, Yusuf reveals heart illness, extremely emotional acting, cinematic closeups, rain dripping from faces, dramatic soft piano soundtrack. Final wedding scene: Simple beautiful Hausa wedding, warm family atmosphere, soft golden lighting, white traditional outfits, smiles and tears of happiness, romantic home scene after marriage. Final cinematic ending: Yusuf gently kissing Amina’s forehead beside rainy window, camera slowly pulling away, rain hitting window softly just like the night they first met, warm home lighting, peaceful emotional ending, true love atmosphere, cinematic masterpiece, highly detailed skin textures, movie-quality realism, soft depth of field, emotional storytelling, Netflix Hausa romance style. Style: Ultra realistic cinematic romance Format: Vertical 9:16 Quality: 4K Lighting: Soft warm indoor lighting, blue rainy night tones Camera: Slow motion closeups, cinematic tracking shots, emotional facial focus Music: Soft piano, emotional violin, rain ambience Mood: Romantic, emotional, heartbreaking, healing love Negative prompt: cartoon, blurry face, low quality, distorted hands, extra fingers, unrealistic body, bad anatomy, watermark, text, overexposed lighting, low detail