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Chúng ta sử dụng hình ảnh cho những mục đích nào?

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Chúng ta sử dụng hình ảnh cho những mục đích nào?

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Các nguồn tìm kiếm hình ảnh mà các bạn đang biết

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Các nguồn tìm kiếm hình ảnh mà các bạn đang biết

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Những promtp nào cần có để thiết kế một bức ảnh về món ăn

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Những promtp nào cần có để thiết kế một bức ảnh về món ăn

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Hãy liệt kê các từ khoá bạn nghĩ là cần thiết

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Theo bạn, để tạo ra một bức ảnh như thế này, những từ khoá nào là cần thiết

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Theo bạn, để tạo ra một bức ảnh như thế này, những từ khoá nào là cần thiết

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Phở, nóng, đũa, chén nước mắm, không hành

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pizza nóng, mềm ,phô mai và xúc xích 3d

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Một bức ảnh có độ phân giải cao chụp tô Phở đang bốc khói, ghi lại những chi tiết phức tạp của món ăn Việt Nam, thể hiện màu sắc rực rỡ của nước dùng, rau thơm và thịt, chụp bằng ống kính 50mm, ánh sáng trên cao dịu nhẹ để nâng cao kết cấu, chiều sâu của món ăn. tập trung vào mì và lớp phủ bên trên, tạo ra trải nghiệm hình ảnh ngon miệng, ngon miệng

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Realistic photo of vietnamese beef pho with mood lighting in warm orange and soft purple colors.

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chocolate and sprinkle coated bananas

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Những Prompt cần để tạo nhân vật hoạt hình

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Những Prompt cần để tạo nhân vật hoạt hình

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Hãy liệt kê các từ khoá mà bạn nghĩ là cần thiết

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nguyễn Việt khoa bạn trai 12 tuổi thông minh đang học mặc áo đỏ da vàng , tóc ngắn 3d

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nguyễn Việt khoa bạn trai 12 tuổi thông minh đang học mặc áo đỏ da vàng , tóc ngắn 3d

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nam 12 tuổi mặc áo đỏ da vàng , tóc ngắn 3d

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An ultra-realistic photograph of a young Asian boy with ebony hair, styled in a sleek white shirt and black shorts, shot with a 50mm lens for extreme detail, golden hour lighting for warmth and soft shadows, creating a natural and candid portrait style with a square orientation

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a face with glasses, black hair, boy,  black shirt, very handsome,asian

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a face with glasses, black hair, boy,  black shirt, very handsome,asian

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make an asian figure with round corner trapzium shape glasses. wearing black and, 13 years old ish, fine jawline and wearing a black short, normal hair, straight bang. His nationality is vietnamese

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asian Male person wearing glases with a white, blue shirt, short hair, age 13

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One gloomy afternoon, after yet another humiliating encounter, Ethan fled into the nearby forest. The trees seemed to embrace him, their leaves rustling in sympathy. As he wandered deeper, he stumbled upon a peculiar rock—a smooth, gray stone nestled among moss and fallen leaves. It glowed faintly, as if harboring secrets.

Curiosity piqued, Ethan picked up the rock. To his surprise, it spoke—a gentle, gravelly voice that seemed to echo from ages past. “Ah, young one,” it said, “you seek strength, do you not?”

Ethan blinked. “Strength? Yeah, I guess. But how—”

“Listen closely,” the rock interrupted. “I am Grimm, the ancient guardian of jawlines. You see, beneath your soft features lies hidden potential. I shall teach you the art of mewing.”

“Mewing?” Ethan frowned. “What’s that?”

Grimm chuckled. “A technique to sculpt your jawline, my boy. Stand tall, close your mouth, and press your tongue against the roof. Breathe through your nose. Do this daily, and watch your face transform.”

Ethan followed Grimm’s instructions diligently. He mewed while doing homework, while brushing his teeth, and even during math class. His classmates stared, bewildered, but he didn’t care. He had a secret weapon—the enchanted rock.

Weeks passed. Ethan’s jawline began to chisel, his cheekbones more pronounced. But something else changed too—his confidence. He no longer slouched or avoided eye contact. He stood tall, like a young warrior ready for battle.

One sunny morning, as Ethan walked to school, he noticed the bullies—Max, Jake, and their gang—waiting by the gate. Their eyes widened when they saw him. Max pointed at Ethan’s jaw. “What’s up with your face, nerd?”

Ethan squared his shoulders. “Just mewing, Max. You should try it.”

Max scoffed. “Mewing? Sounds dumb.”

But Jake leaned closer. “Actually, I’ve heard about it. Supposed to make you look more attractive.”

Ethan grinned. “Exactly. And guess what? Grimm taught me.”

Max and Jake exchanged glances. “Grimm? Who’s that?”

“The magical rock in the forest,” Ethan said. “It’s real, guys. It transformed me.”

The bullies laughed, but curiosity gleamed in their eyes. “Show us,” Max challenged.

Ethan demonstrated the mewing technique. Max and Jake exchanged another look, then hesitantly followed suit. The whole gang joined in, tongues pressed against their palates, breathing through their noses.

Days turned into weeks. Ethan and the bullies practiced together, their bond shifting from tormentors to comrades. They even named their imaginary rock—Rocky. Grimm would’ve been proud.

One afternoon, as they sat on a fallen log, Max admitted, “You know, Ethan, I used to bully you because I felt weak. But mewing—it’s like a superpower.”

Jake nodded. “Yeah. And now we’re all superheroes.”

Word spread through Willowbrook. The once-bullied kid and his transformed bullies became local legends. They even organized a “Mewers’ Club” at school, teaching other kids the ancient technique.

And so, in the heart of the forest, where whispers danced among the trees, Ethan and his unlikely allies found strength—not just in their jawlines, but in their newfound friendship. The bullies no longer tormented him; instead, they played soccer together, laughed, and shared secrets.

As for Grimm? Well, some say he still resides in that enchanted rock, watching over the kids of Willowbrook. And whenever the wind rustles the leaves, it’s his way of saying, “Keep mewing, my warriors. Your strength lies within.”

And so they did—mewing, laughing, and standing tall, their jawlines sharp as the forest’s edge.

The End. 🌿✨

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Hãy sử một file google.doc để tạo ra một Game storyboard cho riêng bạn

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Hãy sử một file google.doc để tạo ra một Game storyboard cho riêng bạn

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Trò chơi cần có câu chuyện, nhân vật trò chơi, và cả luật chơi