Prompt: Hint: paintings in the style of Luis Royo, Adrian Chesterman, Dale Terbush, Nikolai Litvinenko, Simon Stålenhag, ArtStation, Doug Chiang.
And I live in a foreign land, And I live in a foreign land: It seems to the lonely me that there is nothing beautiful in God, like the Dnieper, our glorious land... I can already see that there is only goodness there, There are no us. In a bad time, I recently had the opportunity to go to Ukraine, To those most beautiful villages... To those whose mother gave birth to Me as a child and at night for a candle to God;
I bowed to the heavy bows, I begged the Most Holy Ones, so that the good lot would love this child... Good, mother, that you went to bed early, otherwise you would curse God for my talent.
Fear is bad for this good man.
Blacker than the black earth, people wander, green gardens wither, little houses rot, lie down, and grow overgrown with weeds.
No wonder the village burned down, No wonder people went crazy, They should go to the lordship and bring their children!..
Prompt: Hint: paintings in the style of Luis Royo, Adrian Chesterman, Dale Terbush, Nikolai Litvinenko, Simon Stålenhag, ArtStation, Doug Chiang.
And I live in a foreign land, And I live in a foreign land: It seems to the lonely me that there is nothing beautiful in God, like the Dnieper, our glorious land... I can already see that there is only goodness there, There are no us. In a bad time, I recently had the opportunity to go to Ukraine, To those most beautiful villages... To those whose mother gave birth to Me as a child and at night for a candle to God;
I bowed to the heavy bows, I begged the Most Holy Ones, so that the good lot would love this child... Good, mother, that you went to bed early, otherwise you would curse God for my talent.
Fear is bad for this good man.
Blacker than the black earth, people wander, green gardens wither, little houses rot, lie down, and grow overgrown with weeds.
No wonder the village burned down, No wonder people went crazy, They should go to the lordship and bring their children!..
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
Hint: paintings in the style of Luis Royo, Adrian Chesterman, Dale Terbush, Nikolai Litvinenko, Simon Stålenhag, ArtStation, Doug Chiang.
And I live in a foreign land, And I live in a foreign land: It seems to the lonely me that there is nothing beautiful in God, like the Dnieper, our glorious land... I can already see that there is only goodness there, There are no us. In a bad time, I recently had the opportunity to go to Ukraine, To those most beautiful villages... To those whose mother gave birth to Me as a child and at night for a candle to God;
I bowed to the heavy bows, I begged the Most Holy Ones, so that the good lot would love this child... Good, mother, that you went to bed early, otherwise you would curse God for my talent.
Fear is bad for this good man.
Blacker than the black earth, people wander, green gardens wither, little houses rot, lie down, and grow overgrown with weeds.
No wonder the village burned down, No wonder people went crazy, They should go to the lordship and bring their children!..
Modifiers:
bokeh
elegant
extremely detailed
Award winning photography
fantasy
intricate
8k
oil on canvas
cinematic lighting
photorealistic
beautiful
imperial colors
fantastic view
ultra detailed
colourful
cinematic postprocessing
VRay
pencil sketch
focused
8k
beautiful
cinematic lighting
elegant
intricate
fantasy
oil on canvas
extremely detailed
More about Tranquil Haven by the Misty Lake
A serene wooden house sits by a tranquil lake, surrounded by lush greenery and misty mountains. Its rustic charm is enhanced by soft evening light reflecting on the water's surface.
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.