Prompt: The Butterfly Remembered Her Name.
Poetic Palette: nocturne cobalt, rain-washed indigo, moonlit porcelain, faded celadon, muted coral, vermilion upholstery and a whisper of silver.
Create a horizontal 16:9 poetic surrealist café scene with the stillness of an evening that has waited too long. Place an ethereal beautiful young East Asian woman slightly right of center, seated in a low vermilion booth at a narrow timeworn table. Turn her body gently toward the left while her head bows in quiet concentration. Her dark hair is gathered into a large loose low bun, with several fine strands falling beside her cheeks. Dress her in a pale off-shoulder wrap garment patterned with loose indigo blossoms, rendered in broken impasto and rubbed textile texture. Her expression is tender and inward, neither smiling nor visibly weeping.
Extend one hand toward the empty blue space on the left, palm lowered and index finger softly raised. Let a deep cobalt swallowtail butterfly rest lightly upon the fingertip while a second butterfly hovers farther above it. Keep the hand naturally expressive, delicately proportioned and relaxed. Her other hand rests over the edge of the chair beside her, fingers loose and anatomically believable.
On the tabletop, place two small white porcelain cups and saucers, both firmly resting on the surface, one before her and one before the empty seat implied beyond the frame. Between them stands one slender stemmed glass holding a shallow measure of pale amber liquid. Arrange the cups with imperfect human spacing, as though a conversation had been prepared but never began. Let coral light skim their rims and pool faintly across the scratched tabletop.
Surround the scene with an immense field of layered cobalt and ultramarine. Keep the left half spacious and nearly empty. Behind the woman, build a darker blue wall from coarse canvas weave, dry pigment, scumbled oil and rubbed vertical marks. Allow the border between wall and open space to remain uncertain, like memory dissolving into night. The butterfly should be the smallest yet brightest emotional hinge in the composition.
Render as visionary figurative surrealism fused with matte oil, chalky tempera, distressed fresco and quiet cinematic light. Preserve pores, fabric fibers, paint ridges and unfinished edges. Avoid a polished restaurant setting, busy décor, excessive tableware, duplicated insects, stiff hands, glossy CGI, sentimental tears and rigid symmetry.
FineArt. EmmAI Nocturne Vision. No inscriptions, writing, lettering, calligraphy, numbers, decorative characters, symbols, logos, seals or watermarks, except for the required signature and maple leaf. Add the clearly legible handwritten signature “Emma Leila” followed by one tiny hand-drawn autumn maple leaf at the bottom right corner, safely inside the artwork.
Soul Line: The guest never came, but the butterfly remembered the name she had been waiting to hear.
Prompt: The Butterfly Remembered Her Name.
Poetic Palette: nocturne cobalt, rain-washed indigo, moonlit porcelain, faded celadon, muted coral, vermilion upholstery and a whisper of silver.
Create a horizontal 16:9 poetic surrealist café scene with the stillness of an evening that has waited too long. Place an ethereal beautiful young East Asian woman slightly right of center, seated in a low vermilion booth at a narrow timeworn table. Turn her body gently toward the left while her head bows in quiet concentration. Her dark hair is gathered into a large loose low bun, with several fine strands falling beside her cheeks. Dress her in a pale off-shoulder wrap garment patterned with loose indigo blossoms, rendered in broken impasto and rubbed textile texture. Her expression is tender and inward, neither smiling nor visibly weeping.
Extend one hand toward the empty blue space on the left, palm lowered and index finger softly raised. Let a deep cobalt swallowtail butterfly rest lightly upon the fingertip while a second butterfly hovers farther above it. Keep the hand naturally expressive, delicately proportioned and relaxed. Her other hand rests over the edge of the chair beside her, fingers loose and anatomically believable.
On the tabletop, place two small white porcelain cups and saucers, both firmly resting on the surface, one before her and one before the empty seat implied beyond the frame. Between them stands one slender stemmed glass holding a shallow measure of pale amber liquid. Arrange the cups with imperfect human spacing, as though a conversation had been prepared but never began. Let coral light skim their rims and pool faintly across the scratched tabletop.
Surround the scene with an immense field of layered cobalt and ultramarine. Keep the left half spacious and nearly empty. Behind the woman, build a darker blue wall from coarse canvas weave, dry pigment, scumbled oil and rubbed vertical marks. Allow the border between wall and open space to remain uncertain, like memory dissolving into night. The butterfly should be the smallest yet brightest emotional hinge in the composition.
Render as visionary figurative surrealism fused with matte oil, chalky tempera, distressed fresco and quiet cinematic light. Preserve pores, fabric fibers, paint ridges and unfinished edges. Avoid a polished restaurant setting, busy décor, excessive tableware, duplicated insects, stiff hands, glossy CGI, sentimental tears and rigid symmetry.
FineArt. EmmAI Nocturne Vision. No inscriptions, writing, lettering, calligraphy, numbers, decorative characters, symbols, logos, seals or watermarks, except for the required signature and maple leaf. Add the clearly legible handwritten signature “Emma Leila” followed by one tiny hand-drawn autumn maple leaf at the bottom right corner, safely inside the artwork.
Soul Line: The guest never came, but the butterfly remembered the name she had been waiting to hear.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
The Butterfly Remembered Her Name.
Poetic Palette: nocturne cobalt, rain-washed indigo, moonlit porcelain, faded celadon, muted coral, vermilion upholstery and a whisper of silver.
Create a horizontal 16:9 poetic surrealist café scene with the stillness of an evening that has waited too long. Place an ethereal beautiful young East Asian woman slightly right of center, seated in a low vermilion booth at a narrow timeworn table. Turn her body gently toward the left while her head bows in quiet concentration. Her dark hair is gathered into a large loose low bun, with several fine strands falling beside her cheeks. Dress her in a pale off-shoulder wrap garment patterned with loose indigo blossoms, rendered in broken impasto and rubbed textile texture. Her expression is tender and inward, neither smiling nor visibly weeping.
Extend one hand toward the empty blue space on the left, palm lowered and index finger softly raised. Let a deep cobalt swallowtail butterfly rest lightly upon the fingertip while a second butterfly hovers farther above it. Keep the hand naturally expressive, delicately proportioned and relaxed. Her other hand rests over the edge of the chair beside her, fingers loose and anatomically believable.
On the tabletop, place two small white porcelain cups and saucers, both firmly resting on the surface, one before her and one before the empty seat implied beyond the frame. Between them stands one slender stemmed glass holding a shallow measure of pale amber liquid. Arrange the cups with imperfect human spacing, as though a conversation had been prepared but never began. Let coral light skim their rims and pool faintly across the scratched tabletop.
Surround the scene with an immense field of layered cobalt and ultramarine. Keep the left half spacious and nearly empty. Behind the woman, build a darker blue wall from coarse canvas weave, dry pigment, scumbled oil and rubbed vertical marks. Allow the border between wall and open space to remain uncertain, like memory dissolving into night. The butterfly should be the smallest yet brightest emotional hinge in the composition.
Render as visionary figurative surrealism fused with matte oil, chalky tempera, distressed fresco and quiet cinematic light. Preserve pores, fabric fibers, paint ridges and unfinished edges. Avoid a polished restaurant setting, busy décor, excessive tableware, duplicated insects, stiff hands, glossy CGI, sentimental tears and rigid symmetry.
FineArt. EmmAI Nocturne Vision. No inscriptions, writing, lettering, calligraphy, numbers, decorative characters, symbols, logos, seals or watermarks, except for the required signature and maple leaf. Add the clearly legible handwritten signature “Emma Leila” followed by one tiny hand-drawn autumn maple leaf at the bottom right corner, safely inside the artwork.
Soul Line: The guest never came, but the butterfly remembered the name she had been waiting to hear.
Prompt
The Butterfly Remembered Her Name.
Poetic Palette: nocturne cobalt, rain-washed indigo, moonlit porcelain, faded celadon, muted coral, vermilion upholstery and a whisper of silver.
Create a horizontal 16:9 poetic surrealist café scene with the stillness of an evening that has waited too long. Place an ethereal beautiful young East Asian woman slightly right of center, seated in a low vermilion booth at a narrow timeworn table. Turn her body gently toward the left while her head bows in quiet concentration. Her dark hair is gathered into a large loose low bun, with several fine strands falling beside her cheeks. Dress her in a pale off-shoulder wrap garment patterned with loose indigo blossoms, rendered in broken impasto and rubbed textile texture. Her expression is tender and inward, neither smiling nor visibly weeping.
Extend one hand toward the empty blue space on the left, palm lowered and index finger softly raised. Let a deep cobalt swallowtail butterfly rest lightly upon the fingertip while a second butterfly hovers farther above it. Keep the hand naturally expressive, delicately proportioned and relaxed. Her other hand rests over the edge of the chair beside her, fingers loose and anatomically believable.
On the tabletop, place two small white porcelain cups and saucers, both firmly resting on the surface, one before her and one before the empty seat implied beyond the frame. Between them stands one slender stemmed glass holding a shallow measure of pale amber liquid. Arrange the cups with imperfect human spacing, as though a conversation had been prepared but never began. Let coral light skim their rims and pool faintly across the scratched tabletop.
Surround the scene with an immense field of layered cobalt and ultramarine. Keep the left half spacious and nearly empty. Behind the woman, build a darker blue wall from coarse canvas weave, dry pigment, scumbled oil and rubbed vertical marks. Allow the border between wall and open space to remain uncertain, like memory dissolving into night. The butterfly should be the smallest yet brightest emotional hinge in the composition.
Render as visionary figurative surrealism fused with matte oil, chalky tempera, distressed fresco and quiet cinematic light. Preserve pores, fabric fibers, paint ridges and unfinished edges. Avoid a polished restaurant setting, busy décor, excessive tableware, duplicated insects, stiff hands, glossy CGI, sentimental tears and rigid symmetry.
FineArt. EmmAI Nocturne Vision. No inscriptions, writing, lettering, calligraphy, numbers, decorative characters, symbols, logos, seals or watermarks, except for the required signature and maple leaf. Add the clearly legible handwritten signature “Emma Leila” followed by one tiny hand-drawn autumn maple leaf at the bottom right corner, safely inside the artwork.
Soul Line: The guest never came, but the butterfly remembered the name she had been waiting to hear.
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.
