Placeholder: Lost amidst the primeval field of flowers in a myriad of blues, the two African tribal musicians, old and wise, found themselves enveloped by the lush foliage and fragrant herbs of their natural surroundings. With the haunting melody of their didgeridoo resonating through the air, the field sprang to life with a riot of colors, as if the musicians themselves were an integral part of the vibrant tapestry of nature's beauty. Each petal swayed in unison with the music, creating a symphony that inte Lost amidst the primeval field of flowers in a myriad of blues, the two African tribal musicians, old and wise, found themselves enveloped by the lush foliage and fragrant herbs of their natural surroundings. With the haunting melody of their didgeridoo resonating through the air, the field sprang to life with a riot of colors, as if the musicians themselves were an integral part of the vibrant tapestry of nature's beauty. Each petal swayed in unison with the music, creating a symphony that inte

Back to Profile

@generalpha

Prompt

Lost amidst the primeval field of flowers in a myriad of blues, the two African tribal musicians, old and wise, found themselves enveloped by the lush foliage and fragrant herbs of their natural surroundings. With the haunting melody of their didgeridoo resonating through the air, the field sprang to life with a riot of colors, as if the musicians themselves were an integral part of the vibrant tapestry of nature's beauty. Each petal swayed in unison with the music, creating a symphony that inte

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

7 days ago

Generate Similar

Explore Similar

Model

SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

7

Dimensions

1024 × 1024

Similar

Lost amidst the primeval field of flowers in a myriad of blues, the two African tribal musicians, old and wise, found themselves enveloped by the lush foliage and fragrant herbs of their natural surroundings. With the haunting melody of their didgeridoo resonating through the air, the field sprang to life with a riot of colours, Each petal swayed in unison with the music, creating a symphony that intertwined seamlessly with the soulful notes of their didgeridoos, blending the ancient rhythms of
[vivid Ancient Egypt] The Sherden - Towering brothers with tree-trunk legs, like the Denyen but twice as mean. They bang their huge axes and yell their wild tongues, thirsting for enemy bones to crack between their teeth.
In vibrant colors, the dancers take the floor, Their feet tap to rhythms from ancient lore, Oh, kulu natume, dance of gods so true, Celebrate the harvest, in rhythms we move,
[ancien Egypt, real photography] Akkiru, Leader of the Sea Peoples, stood tall amidst the chaos of the battlefield. His helmet bore a crest like a ship's prow, an emblem of his maritime dominion. Clad in a deep blue tunic woven with threads of gold and silver, he was a beacon of command and unity among the diverse warriors under his banner. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, surveyed the conflict with seasoned wisdom. In his grip, a bronze-hilted sword gleamed in the sunlight, a reflection of the
Lost amidst the primeval field of flowers in a myriad of blues, the two African women tribal musicians, old and wise, found themselves enveloped by the lush foliage and fragrant herbs of their natural surroundings. With the haunting melody of their didgeridoo resonating through the air, the field sprang to life with a riot of colours, Each petal swayed in unison with the music, creating a symphony that intertwined seamlessly with the soulful notes of their didgeridoos, the ancient rhythms
You will die of old age, we will die of distress
Karma llama sitar whiz
Karma llama sitar whiz
In the primeval field of flowers of all shades of blues, two African musicians, old and wise, emerged, as if born from the very essence of nature itself. With the haunting sound of their didgeridoo filling the air, the field came alive with vibrant hues of luxuriant flowers. Each petal swayed in time to the music, a symphony of nature's beauty unfolding in perfect harmony with the musicians' soulful wooden trumpets.
In vibrant colors, the dancers take the floor, Their feet tap to rhythms from ancient lore, Oh, kulu natume, dance of gods so true, Celebrate the harvest, in rhythms we move,
[ancien Egypt, real photography] Clad in a robe of deep cobalt blue, Akkiru's attire seemed to meld seamlessly with the boundless expanse around him. The fabric, adorned with motifs that echoed the rhythmic dance of waves, flowed gracefully in the wind. As he gripped the ship's ornate railing, his fingers - calloused by the duties of leadership - clung with a practiced firmness, a testament to his unwavering grip on the helm of his people's destiny.
In the heart of a bustling Gypsy encampment Svetlanathe charismatic Gypsy Leader, sits beneath a brightly colored canopy. Her dark eyes, filled with wisdom and authority, scan the surrounding commotion. As the Gypsy Guide, Raul, approaches her with a determined stride, she senses his urgency and beckons him to join her.
Terms of Service • Privacy Policy

© 2024 Stablecog, Inc.