Prompt: An old serene male scholar sits beneath a coral-like alien tree, brushstrokes flowing like watercolors. A floating monolith levitates silently nearby, casting a soft shadow. The man smiles quietly as he pens notes in a swirling wind, surrounded by colorful fauna.
Camera Angle: Consistent mid-range side view to emphasize emotion and environment balance.
Prompt: A Chris Foss–style robot, several storeys tall, wades through a storm‑tossed alien ocean, framed close beside a bulbous alien tree so both subjects fill the image. The machine is painted in Foss grammar: patchwork plates of matte red and orange crossed by teal striping, modular panels and inspection doors everywhere, bold stenciled numerals and hazard blocks sprayed across thighs and chest, a toy logic inflated to industrial sublime. Chrome pistons and rotating drums work in every joint; circular vents stud the silhouette; fasteners stipple the armor. At the crown a clear alloy dome cockpit glows cobalt, instrument clusters burning like a tight constellation while the dome skin throws silver arcs of reflected sea. One colossal hand clamps the alien trunk in an ambiguous act — either harvesting the organism for biomass or bracing against gale and surge.
Consequence is explicit. Waves detonate at shin height and tear upward into glittering sheets of spray that streak across matte paint, bead on chrome rams, and fall in chains. Under the crush of mechanical fingers the tree’s bark fractures; pale fibrous sap bursts out and drizzles in viscous threads that wind across teal stripes and down red armor before vanishing in the foam. The swollen crown whips sideways like a sail, its mottled cellular texture catching ochre light; nearby crowns lean with the wind and yaw in time with the machine’s heave. The palette stays triadic and bright: red/orange slabs, teal accents, gold‑green air under a diffused alien sun. Shadows remain soft and descriptive; this is clarity over chiaroscuro. The camera sits at mid‑level, shoreline height, not a heroic low angle; scale is read from adjacency and surface density — plates, numerals, vents, bark pores — not exaggerated perspective. No platforms, scaffolds, railings or human buildings intrude; the grove is organic and strange, columnar trunks with bulbous crowns, reptile‑hide mottling, wet with spray. The result is Foss’s register made literal: candy‑bright absurdity made monumental, machine and organism locked in ambiguous embrace at the edge of a surreal agricultural sea, every surface telling the story of impact, weather, and work.
--mod digital illustration, --mod stylized realism, --mod space opera, --mod Foss panel logic, --mod bold saturated palette, --mod architectural scale, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod modular geometry, --mod chrome reflections, --mod clarity over chiaroscuro, --mod narrative consequence, --mod spray and surf detail, --mod industrial sublime, --mod surreal landscape, --mod perspective lock mid level, --mod multi storey robot, --mod red orange panel armor, --mod teal stripe accent, --mod stenciled numerals, --mod domed cockpit glow, --mod circular vents and drums, --mod fastener constellation, --mod alien tree closeup, --mod ambiguous harvest or anchor, --mod reptile hide bark, --mod cellular mottled crown, --mod sap splinter and threads, --mod surf detonations, --mod spray refraction glitter, --mod ochre daylight haze, --mod toy like absurdity, --mod Fossian industrial myth, --mod no platforms no scaffolds
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.
