Prompt: In the heart of twilight, amidst the spectral serenity of a graveyard, stands a woman of ethereal allure. Her fair complexion glows softly under the fading light, contrasting with fiery red locks tousled gently by the evening breeze. With piercing green eyes ablaze with determination, she exudes an aura of strength and resilience.
Clad in a tribal warrior's attire of rust-red and aged gold, she commands attention. Her crop top and matching skirt, tattered and fringed, tell tales of battles long past. Adorned with intricate beadwork, bones, and leather straps, her attire speaks of ancient traditions and forgotten lore. Rough, wrap-style boots complete her ensemble, each step echoing with a quiet resolve.
In her left hand, she brandishes a bone-made weapon, its crude elegance a testament to her prowess. In her right, an old-fashioned lantern flickers, casting shadows that dance with the ghosts of the past. The scene is bathed in the warm glow of tall, orange candles and the soft light of streetlamp-style fixtures atop stone pillars.
Beyond, the graveyard stretches into the fading light, ancient gravestones shrouded in moss and memory. A decrepit wrought-iron gate stands sentinel, its rusted bars a barrier between the living and the dead. Twisted branches claw at the dusky sky, their silhouettes weaving tales of forgotten souls and lost dreams.
In this hauntingly beautiful tableau, the atmosphere crackles with anticipation. A sense of mystery hangs heavy in the air, a prelude to the storm that lingers on the horizon. And amidst it all, the woman stands alone—a guardian, a wanderer, a keeper of secrets in this mystical space between worlds.
Prompt: In the heart of twilight, amidst the spectral serenity of a graveyard, stands a woman of ethereal allure. Her fair complexion glows softly under the fading light, contrasting with fiery red locks tousled gently by the evening breeze. With piercing green eyes ablaze with determination, she exudes an aura of strength and resilience.
Clad in a tribal warrior's attire of rust-red and aged gold, she commands attention. Her crop top and matching skirt, tattered and fringed, tell tales of battles long past. Adorned with intricate beadwork, bones, and leather straps, her attire speaks of ancient traditions and forgotten lore. Rough, wrap-style boots complete her ensemble, each step echoing with a quiet resolve.
In her left hand, she brandishes a bone-made weapon, its crude elegance a testament to her prowess. In her right, an old-fashioned lantern flickers, casting shadows that dance with the ghosts of the past. The scene is bathed in the warm glow of tall, orange candles and the soft light of streetlamp-style fixtures atop stone pillars.
Beyond, the graveyard stretches into the fading light, ancient gravestones shrouded in moss and memory. A decrepit wrought-iron gate stands sentinel, its rusted bars a barrier between the living and the dead. Twisted branches claw at the dusky sky, their silhouettes weaving tales of forgotten souls and lost dreams.
In this hauntingly beautiful tableau, the atmosphere crackles with anticipation. A sense of mystery hangs heavy in the air, a prelude to the storm that lingers on the horizon. And amidst it all, the woman stands alone—a guardian, a wanderer, a keeper of secrets in this mystical space between worlds.
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Prompt:
In the heart of twilight, amidst the spectral serenity of a graveyard, stands a woman of ethereal allure. Her fair complexion glows softly under the fading light, contrasting with fiery red locks tousled gently by the evening breeze. With piercing green eyes ablaze with determination, she exudes an aura of strength and resilience.
Clad in a tribal warrior's attire of rust-red and aged gold, she commands attention. Her crop top and matching skirt, tattered and fringed, tell tales of battles long past. Adorned with intricate beadwork, bones, and leather straps, her attire speaks of ancient traditions and forgotten lore. Rough, wrap-style boots complete her ensemble, each step echoing with a quiet resolve.
In her left hand, she brandishes a bone-made weapon, its crude elegance a testament to her prowess. In her right, an old-fashioned lantern flickers, casting shadows that dance with the ghosts of the past. The scene is bathed in the warm glow of tall, orange candles and the soft light of streetlamp-style fixtures atop stone pillars.
Beyond, the graveyard stretches into the fading light, ancient gravestones shrouded in moss and memory. A decrepit wrought-iron gate stands sentinel, its rusted bars a barrier between the living and the dead. Twisted branches claw at the dusky sky, their silhouettes weaving tales of forgotten souls and lost dreams.
In this hauntingly beautiful tableau, the atmosphere crackles with anticipation. A sense of mystery hangs heavy in the air, a prelude to the storm that lingers on the horizon. And amidst it all, the woman stands alone—a guardian, a wanderer, a keeper of secrets in this mystical space between worlds.
Modifiers:
award winning
imperial colors
hyperrealistic
ultra detailed
high definition
crisp quality
hdr
cinematic postprocessing
Diego Rivera
Boris Vallejo
Luis Roya
John Bolton
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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