Winter time prompts

3 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

3 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

2 months ago

A detailed illustration in the romantic style of a 1980s shōjo manga: On a chilly winter evening in Shibuya, a young Chinese woman and an Arabic man stand close together beneath glowing neon signs and billboards. The iconic crossing behind them shimmers with streams of headlights and moving crowds, subtly softened by the first delicate flakes of falling snow. The woman gazes upward, her wide, expressive eyes glimmering with emotion; her breath is faintly visible in the cold air. Snowflakes catch in her short black hair, framing her delicate face and reflecting the silver-blue tones of the city lights. Beside her, the man's thoughtful profile is outlined against the illuminated skyline, his dark coat dusted lightly with snow as he looks ahead with quiet intensity. The wet pavement of Shibuya reflects neon pinks, deep indigos, and warm golds, muted and blurred by the snowfall. The scene portrays a moment suspended in time—crowds moving quickly past, yet their stillness emphasizes the intimacy of the couple. Fine screentone textures, delicate ink lines, and gradients of frosty lavender, midnight blue, and golden amber create a cinematic, dreamlike quality. This is a tender portrait of romance, longing, and the quiet magic of a city welcoming its first snow. Employ an artistic style and creative composition emphasizing the emotional connection between the couple and the atmospheric setting.

9 months ago

A serene winter wonderland scene featuring a majestic frozen tree, its delicate branches etched against a soft, gradient blue sky, as if crystallized in time, with intricate ice crystals growing like lacework, refracting the warm, golden light of a setting sun into kaleidoscopic prismatic colors, casting a mesmerizing glow across the snow-covered landscape, where subtle shadows reveal the gentle undulations of the terrain, and the soft, feathery texture of the snow appears to shimmer in the fading light, inviting the viewer to step into the tranquil, crystalline world.

4 months ago

: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

2 months ago

Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofI Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

5 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

5 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

6 months ago

A depiction of a sniper on the edge of a roof harsh against the sun with the sky bright and pale all at the same time; a winter sky pointing toward a Vice president is busy serving thanksgiving dinner to the homeless

6 months ago

A depiction of a sniper on the edge of a roof harsh against the sun with the sky bright and pale all at the same time; a winter sky pointing toward a Vice president is busy serving thanksgiving dinner to the homeless

6 months ago

A depiction of a sniper on the edge of a roof harsh against the sun with the sky bright and pale all at the same time; a winter sky pointing toward a Vice president is busy serving thanksgiving dinner to the homeless

6 months ago

A depiction of a sniper on the edge of a roof harsh against the sun with the sky bright and pale all at the same time; a winter sky pointing toward a Vice president is busy serving thanksgiving dinner to the homeless

6 months ago

A depiction of a sniper on the edge of a roof harsh against the sun with the sky bright and pale all at the same time; a winter sky pointing toward an open field with tents where a Vice president is busy serving thanksgiving dinner to the homeless

3 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

5 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

5 months ago

Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.