Prompt: A lattice of spidery alien machines crawls methodically across the plain—twelve-limbed constructs of black chitin and glass-metal. Their movements are patient, almost devotional.
Each machine tilts a segmented head toward the soil as they drag furrows with mandible plows, exhaling vapor from vents like sighs.
One unit in the foreground has paused—its upper limbs raised as if listening for instructions that will never come.
The landscape: an endless grid of furrowed rows under a tiny blue-white sun, so distant it gives more glare than warmth.
The horizon is warped by heat mirage; ancient mountain spines rise faintly in the haze.
The camera hovers low and oblique, near the soil line, so the tilling rows converge toward infinity—emphasizing vastness and repetition.
Scattered relics of habitation protrude half-buried: antenna masts, wind-eroded domes, and a long-dead irrigation drone caught mid-turn centuries ago.
A faint wind drives thin dust across the plain, filling every furrow.
Each harvester moves with unhurried precision, their plow arms trailing faint phosphorescence that lingers like ghostlight before fading.
Occasionally, one stops and releases a short coded burst into the air—modulated light or radio pulses—to which no answer returns.
The planet’s day is near its end; the sun’s angle throws long, needle-like shadows that crosshatch the furrows.
Metallic limbs show pitting and oxide blooms; clear carapace segments reveal the slow churn of coolant fluid glowing faint turquoise.
Soil granules shimmer with faint bio-luminescent spores released by the plows—alien crops that never germinated beyond residue.
Static flickers across the machines’ sensor domes; one eye lens is cracked and filled with drifting sand.
Everything bears the gentle corrosion of millennia, but the forms still gleam with purpose.
Foreground: one halted harvester, limbs poised mid-gesture, phosphorescent furrow glowing behind it.
Midground: five to six other harvesters continuing their pattern across the plain, dust veiling their midsections.
Background: the distant ridge line and the small, bluish sun, haloed in thin cloud and refractive ice haze.
Single, cold key light from the miniature sun — high but weak.
Secondary glow from furrow phosphorescence, rising from below like reflected water light.
Occasional glints on metal limbs provide visual rhythm.
Color palette: muted copper, ash grey, faint teal — punctuated by the pale blue sun and greenish glow from the soil.
Atmosphere hazy, particulate, quiet—the light of a world that forgot to stop working.
--mod cinematic lighting, --mod atmosphericdepth, --mod ambient haze, --mod rim light, --mod dynamic composition, --mod desaturated palette core, --mod mythic realism, --mod bioluminescent haze, --mod structuregrain, --mod central subject lockup, --mod phosphorescent soil glow, --mod oxidized alloy patina, --mod cold sun falloff, --mod mechanical devotion gesture, --mod repetition symmetry discipline, --mod dust veil occlusion
Prompt: Create a scene from the movie “ war of the worlds“ from the 1950s, that shows the saucer, craft, tripod mechanisms, and the 3 eyed Martians trying to take over planet earth
Prompt: A colossal cargo drone—known across the industrial fleet as "Big Blue"—descends with earth-shaking inevitability into the heart of a sprawling shipyard, its enormous spherical hull pitted with scars of reentry and ringed with blazing thruster wells that pour incandescent furnace-light into the smoke-choked air. From the viewer’s low, off-center vantage, the entire machine looms impossibly close, overwhelming the frame with concentric geometry and cascading sparks that rain from its docking arms like a storm of molten steel. Foreground silhouettes of workers in reflective vests blur against the haze, their helmets catching stray glints of light; their presence anchors human scale but is quickly devoured by the machine’s immensity. The asphalt beneath trembles as dust, smoke, and metallic debris are flung outward in violent spirals, while yellow-striped barriers bend beneath the onrush of displaced air. Midground structures—towering gantries, skeletal cranes, and container stacks—strain to frame the arrival, their rigid orthogonals broken by the vast spherical intrusion. Beyond, another drone approaches through the vapor-thick horizon, its silhouette dimmed by atmospheric depth yet echoing the same monstrous form, reinforcing the industrial procession of leviathans. Overhead gulls wheel frantically through the downdraft, their wings backlit by the searing orange of exhaust vapor, while distant dirigibles and auxiliary craft drift like phantoms across the ashen sky. Every surface of the drone seethes with detail: carbon-scored armor plates, exposed mechanical joints, blistered weld seams, luminescent hazard glyphs, and painted corporate sigils half-consumed by rust and flame. Sparks cascade from articulated landing arms, scattering across reflective wet asphalt as if igniting fragments of forgotten battles. Thrusters roar with volcanic force, carving turbulent shockwaves that ripple the gantries’ steel trusses, rattling shipping containers, and forcing human figures to shield their eyes. The viewer’s perspective is locked into a rising three-quarter tilt, cinematic and destabilizing, making the drone not just a machine but a world-consuming presence. The background dissolves into layered atmospheric haze, its density carved by shafts of raytraced light that refract through drifting particulates, bending color into molten gradients of rust-orange, electric blue, and sulfurous gray. Gantry floodlights flare against the haze, their beams fragmented by scaffolds and chains, adding to the kaleidoscope of industrial illumination. Each frame element enacts consequence: gulls scatter, cranes sway, asphalt fractures, sparks rain, steam hisses, and the drone descends inexorably toward its berth. In this theater of engineered awe, the shipyard becomes a crucible where sky and steel converge, and "Big Blue" is no mere machine—it is a cargo monolith, an industrial godform, a descending titan whose weight presses down on the very air.
--mod alien starcruiser, --mod industrial fidelity, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod deep perspective, --mod raytraced lighting, --mod exhaust vapor, --mod rust orange mars dust, --mod industrial awe register, --mod cargo monolith descent, --mod smokestack horizon blur, --mod furnace core glow logic
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.
