Prompt: Digital hyperrealistic full-body illustration in ultra-high-definition, fusing photorealistic surrealism with the vibrant, kinetic style of Russ Mills. A magnetic young woman stands in dynamic three-quarter view, mid-motion, her short asymmetrical hair—an acid lime green Posh Spice bob—sliced into sleek, angular strands that dissolve into chaotic ink splashes and chromatic distortion. Her porcelain skin pulses with shifting tones of iridescent teal, cobalt blue, and violet, lit by prismatic flashes that echo the spectral shimmer of the Maratus volans—the peacock spider.
Her face is hypnotic: full lips parted with breath, cheekbones sharp beneath slashes of electric pigment, and her gaze locked forward, unwavering and bright with cyan intensity. Across her cheekbones and eyelids glimmer delicate patterns in saturated jewel tones—turquoise, crimson, and ultramarine—mirroring the vivid courtship display of the spider. Her dress, fluid and tailored, mimics the spider’s colorful abdominal fan: layered fabric ripples in bursts of metallic turquoise, vivid coral, indigo, and yellow, with dotted bands and shifting stripes that ripple like a living pattern. It clings to her with liquid movement, iridescent and unpredictable, shifting hue with every motion.
Surrounding her, the air fractures into motion—fragments of silk thread, luminous orbs, and stylized echoes of Maratus anatomy: spindly limbs in ghosted strokes, vibrant abdominal fans exploding into trails of colored dust, micro patterns suspended in space like data unraveling. Her feet are bare, balanced mid-step in a scene both frozen and alive, the floor beneath her dissolving into a reflective field of woven iridescence.
The background vibrates with graphic noise and organic architecture: abstracted webs, refracted light halos, and chromatic halos that pulse behind her like a stage of natural performance.
Prompt: Digital hyperrealistic full-body illustration in ultra-high-definition, fusing photorealistic surrealism with the vibrant, kinetic style of Russ Mills. A magnetic young woman stands in dynamic three-quarter view, mid-motion, her short asymmetrical hair—an acid lime green Posh Spice bob—sliced into sleek, angular strands that dissolve into chaotic ink splashes and chromatic distortion. Her porcelain skin pulses with shifting tones of iridescent teal, cobalt blue, and violet, lit by prismatic flashes that echo the spectral shimmer of the Maratus volans—the peacock spider.
Her face is hypnotic: full lips parted with breath, cheekbones sharp beneath slashes of electric pigment, and her gaze locked forward, unwavering and bright with cyan intensity. Across her cheekbones and eyelids glimmer delicate patterns in saturated jewel tones—turquoise, crimson, and ultramarine—mirroring the vivid courtship display of the spider. Her dress, fluid and tailored, mimics the spider’s colorful abdominal fan: layered fabric ripples in bursts of metallic turquoise, vivid coral, indigo, and yellow, with dotted bands and shifting stripes that ripple like a living pattern. It clings to her with liquid movement, iridescent and unpredictable, shifting hue with every motion.
Surrounding her, the air fractures into motion—fragments of silk thread, luminous orbs, and stylized echoes of Maratus anatomy: spindly limbs in ghosted strokes, vibrant abdominal fans exploding into trails of colored dust, micro patterns suspended in space like data unraveling. Her feet are bare, balanced mid-step in a scene both frozen and alive, the floor beneath her dissolving into a reflective field of woven iridescence.
The background vibrates with graphic noise and organic architecture: abstracted webs, refracted light halos, and chromatic halos that pulse behind her like a stage of natural performance.
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Prompt:
Digital hyperrealistic full-body illustration in ultra-high-definition, fusing photorealistic surrealism with the vibrant, kinetic style of Russ Mills. A magnetic young woman stands in dynamic three-quarter view, mid-motion, her short asymmetrical hair—an acid lime green Posh Spice bob—sliced into sleek, angular strands that dissolve into chaotic ink splashes and chromatic distortion. Her porcelain skin pulses with shifting tones of iridescent teal, cobalt blue, and violet, lit by prismatic flashes that echo the spectral shimmer of the Maratus volans—the peacock spider.
Her face is hypnotic: full lips parted with breath, cheekbones sharp beneath slashes of electric pigment, and her gaze locked forward, unwavering and bright with cyan intensity. Across her cheekbones and eyelids glimmer delicate patterns in saturated jewel tones—turquoise, crimson, and ultramarine—mirroring the vivid courtship display of the spider. Her dress, fluid and tailored, mimics the spider’s colorful abdominal fan: layered fabric ripples in bursts of metallic turquoise, vivid coral, indigo, and yellow, with dotted bands and shifting stripes that ripple like a living pattern. It clings to her with liquid movement, iridescent and unpredictable, shifting hue with every motion.
Surrounding her, the air fractures into motion—fragments of silk thread, luminous orbs, and stylized echoes of Maratus anatomy: spindly limbs in ghosted strokes, vibrant abdominal fans exploding into trails of colored dust, micro patterns suspended in space like data unraveling. Her feet are bare, balanced mid-step in a scene both frozen and alive, the floor beneath her dissolving into a reflective field of woven iridescence.
The background vibrates with graphic noise and organic architecture: abstracted webs, refracted light halos, and chromatic halos that pulse behind her like a stage of natural performance.
Modifiers:
bokeh
8k
portrait
photorealistic
ultra detailed
crisp quality
hyper realistic skin features
Hyper Realistic Lips
Professional Minimal Makeup
More about Pigmenta Incarnata
A model in a vibrant, flowing dress with colorful strands swirls around her. She has striking green hair and stands barefoot amidst a dreamy background of colorful lights and bubbles.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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