OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - PROMETHEA 1908024 216
Model:
PhotoMage
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Yo, picture Promethea, the Magic Goddess, slick with that mystic vibe, she got that outer-worldly glow, can't lie. Skin blue as the moonlight, laced up with black and red ink, ancient script drippin' secrets from realms where the real ones think. Eyes burnin' red like a signal fire, but she stay calm, cool, a goddess with a welcome that’s wired to your soul’s desire.
Her hair's wild, black as the void, flows like a river at night. A snake piece twisted up tight, guarding her crown like it’s ready to strike. The whole scene's bathed in a cool blue hue, shadows playin’ tricks, and she’s the queen, true. An aura that’s warm, but mystery’s the flavor, got you caught in the vibe, now that’s something to savor.
She got that fair skin, cool undertones, rockin' a butterfly headdress, intricate as life’s own mess. Black lines trace paths like life's labyrinth, eyes closed, pink shadowed lids in a serene stance. Urban chaos meets her calm, a paradox dance.
In the backdrop, a garden where rain’s been, leaves glisten like the streets after sin. A tapestry unfolds, sculpted and painted, colors blendin’—browns to golds, teals to blues, it’s like the whole spectrum's in use. Wisps of filaments, leaf, and insect wings, all up in the mix, like Klimt’s spirals but with a DOOM twist. Glossy finish catchin’ light, cosmic whispers in the night.
This scene’s a cosmic backdrop, where her hair flows like liquid dreams. Each strand’s got the universe in its seams. Layers on layers, surreal beauty stacked, a nod to Gobi's flicks, where every shade tells a tale, every hue hits the track. This ain’t just a picture; it’s a masterpiece on wax, divine symphonies laid down, MF DOOM on the tracks.
OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - PROMETHEA 1908024 216
Model:
PhotoMage
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Yo, picture Promethea, the Magic Goddess, slick with that mystic vibe, she got that outer-worldly glow, can't lie. Skin blue as the moonlight, laced up with black and red ink, ancient script drippin' secrets from realms where the real ones think. Eyes burnin' red like a signal fire, but she stay calm, cool, a goddess with a welcome that’s wired to your soul’s desire.
Her hair's wild, black as the void, flows like a river at night. A snake piece twisted up tight, guarding her crown like it’s ready to strike. The whole scene's bathed in a cool blue hue, shadows playin’ tricks, and she’s the queen, true. An aura that’s warm, but mystery’s the flavor, got you caught in the vibe, now that’s something to savor.
She got that fair skin, cool undertones, rockin' a butterfly headdress, intricate as life’s own mess. Black lines trace paths like life's labyrinth, eyes closed, pink shadowed lids in a serene stance. Urban chaos meets her calm, a paradox dance.
In the backdrop, a garden where rain’s been, leaves glisten like the streets after sin. A tapestry unfolds, sculpted and painted, colors blendin’—browns to golds, teals to blues, it’s like the whole spectrum's in use. Wisps of filaments, leaf, and insect wings, all up in the mix, like Klimt’s spirals but with a DOOM twist. Glossy finish catchin’ light, cosmic whispers in the night.
This scene’s a cosmic backdrop, where her hair flows like liquid dreams. Each strand’s got the universe in its seams. Layers on layers, surreal beauty stacked, a nod to Gobi's flicks, where every shade tells a tale, every hue hits the track. This ain’t just a picture; it’s a masterpiece on wax, divine symphonies laid down, MF DOOM on the tracks.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
Yo, picture Promethea, the Magic Goddess, slick with that mystic vibe, she got that outer-worldly glow, can't lie. Skin blue as the moonlight, laced up with black and red ink, ancient script drippin' secrets from realms where the real ones think. Eyes burnin' red like a signal fire, but she stay calm, cool, a goddess with a welcome that’s wired to your soul’s desire.
Her hair's wild, black as the void, flows like a river at night. A snake piece twisted up tight, guarding her crown like it’s ready to strike. The whole scene's bathed in a cool blue hue, shadows playin’ tricks, and she’s the queen, true. An aura that’s warm, but mystery’s the flavor, got you caught in the vibe, now that’s something to savor.
She got that fair skin, cool undertones, rockin' a butterfly headdress, intricate as life’s own mess. Black lines trace paths like life's labyrinth, eyes closed, pink shadowed lids in a serene stance. Urban chaos meets her calm, a paradox dance.
In the backdrop, a garden where rain’s been, leaves glisten like the streets after sin. A tapestry unfolds, sculpted and painted, colors blendin’—browns to golds, teals to blues, it’s like the whole spectrum's in use. Wisps of filaments, leaf, and insect wings, all up in the mix, like Klimt’s spirals but with a DOOM twist. Glossy finish catchin’ light, cosmic whispers in the night.
This scene’s a cosmic backdrop, where her hair flows like liquid dreams. Each strand’s got the universe in its seams. Layers on layers, surreal beauty stacked, a nod to Gobi's flicks, where every shade tells a tale, every hue hits the track. This ain’t just a picture; it’s a masterpiece on wax, divine symphonies laid down, MF DOOM on the tracks.
Modifiers:
beautiful
watercolor
sexy
patrick nagel
painterly
John Blanche
neon
Piet Mondrian
Speedpaint
wet on wet
r2roh
Adam Hughs
beautiful
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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