Prompt: Interconnected skyscrapers towering above, sleek glass and steel structures gleaming, concrete foundations anchoring the cityscape, light gray and chrome accents adding a futuristic touch, inverted parabolic forms creating a unique skyline, architectural marvel of the future, photorealistic rendering capturing intricate details, network of buildings resembling a mesh, comfort living pods nestled within the urban jungle, skyline envisioning the year 2100 and beyond, blue and light blue hues dominating the color palette, innovative design showcasing advanced technology integration, reflective surfaces adding depth, modern metropolis aesthetic blending with futuristic elements, uncanny valley inducing a sense of subtle suspicion and discomfort, less green, less ground, more elevated, all buildings are connected, no river, endless city mesh
Prompt: Imagine a city perpetually cloaked in thick, opalescent fog that twists between dimensions. The buildings are both ancient and futuristic — obsidian temples covered in moss and neon signs, skyscrapers with ivy and alien circuitry embedded in their walls. Streets appear and disappear as the fog pulses, revealing new layers of reality, like flipping pages in a cosmic diary. Lights flicker not from bulbs, but from thought-responsive crystals embedded in the walls. The air tastes like ozone and memory.
Wandering the streets are the Aeon Striders — tall, cloaked beings with halos made of rings, each ring a floating reality they traverse. Their eyes glow like dying stars, and their staffs hum with dimensional resonance. Every step they take leaves behind fractal footprints that echo into eternity. Time works differently in this city: some alleys run backward, some plazas exist only when no one is looking. Marketplaces trade in ideas, emotions, and dreams, not goods. Cathedrals built for forgotten gods serve now as data hubs, where monks of light transcribe waves of time into holy scripts.
Prompt: Imagine a city perpetually cloaked in thick, opalescent fog that twists between dimensions. The buildings are both ancient and futuristic — obsidian temples covered in moss and neon signs, skyscrapers with ivy and alien circuitry embedded in their walls. Streets appear and disappear as the fog pulses, revealing new layers of reality, like flipping pages in a cosmic diary. Lights flicker not from bulbs, but from thought-responsive crystals embedded in the walls. The air tastes like ozone and memory.
Wandering the streets are the Aeon Striders — tall, cloaked beings with halos made of rings, each ring a floating reality they traverse. Their eyes glow like dying stars, and their staffs hum with dimensional resonance. Every step they take leaves behind fractal footprints that echo into eternity. Time works differently in this city: some alleys run backward, some plazas exist only when no one is looking. Marketplaces trade in ideas, emotions, and dreams, not goods. Cathedrals built for forgotten gods serve now as data hubs, where monks of light transcribe waves of time into holy scripts.
Prompt: Imagine a city perpetually cloaked in thick, opalescent fog that twists between dimensions. The buildings are both ancient and futuristic — obsidian temples covered in moss and neon signs, skyscrapers with ivy and alien circuitry embedded in their walls. Streets appear and disappear as the fog pulses, revealing new layers of reality, like flipping pages in a cosmic diary. Lights flicker not from bulbs, but from thought-responsive crystals embedded in the walls. The air tastes like ozone and memory.
Wandering the streets are the Aeon Striders — tall, cloaked beings with halos made of rings, each ring a floating reality they traverse. Their eyes glow like dying stars, and their staffs hum with dimensional resonance. Every step they take leaves behind fractal footprints that echo into eternity. Time works differently in this city: some alleys run backward, some plazas exist only when no one is looking. Marketplaces trade in ideas, emotions, and dreams, not goods. Cathedrals built for forgotten gods serve now as data hubs, where monks of light transcribe waves of time into holy scripts.
Prompt: A young woman stands confidently in a sleek white mini dress bodysuit, her platinum blonde hair flowing in elegant waves, adorned with a delicate gold hair accessory. Set against a vibrant neon-lit urban background, the warm golden glow highlights the intricate chain details, high collar, and shimmering metallic embellishments of her outfit. Soft pink and blue neon signs blur in the background, creating an atmospheric cyberpunk ambiance, while a serene treble clef subtly intertwines with the name "Luis Arcy," adding an elegant artistic touch to this stunning digital art portrait.
Prompt: A beautiful young woman steps out of a sleek black luxury car onto a rain-slicked city sidewalk, her soft, tanned skin glowing under the warm glow of passing headlights. She has dark brown eyes sparkling with confidence and striking silver-gray hair cascading over her shoulders, subtly framing a small, alluring smile as she clutches a silver clutch. Dressed in a daring black lace and sequin minidress with long sheer sleeves, she stands perfectly poised in black and white stilettos, her bold red lip a striking contrast against the night. In the background, a blurred city skyline reflects in the wet pavement, punctuated by the glow of a nearby neon sign reading “Arcy’s girl” and musical notes weaving gracefully around her feet, enhancing her charm and sophistication.
Prompt: A massive sky city floats above the clouds at sunset, drawn in bold comic book style with dynamic inking and vibrant cel-shading. The city combines ancient Babylonian ziggurats with sleek futuristic towers, all covered in glowing symbols. Giant flying whales with luminous markings soar around the city, trailing sparkling mist. Below, dramatic storm clouds swirl. In the foreground, a lone hero in a windswept cape stands on a jagged cliff, silhouetted against the radiant sky. Comic panel flair, exaggerated perspective, expressive lines, dramatic lighting, and high-contrast colors — like a full-page splash from a graphic novel. Inspired by artists like Moebius and Jim Lee.
Prompt: The Last Boy #5 — A haunting post-apocalyptic scene, centered on a lone boy standing against the ruins of a crumbling megacity. He grips a battered satchel and a rusted lantern that casts a fragile glow, defying the surrounding darkness. Skyscrapers loom as broken skeletons, their glass shattered, vines and strange bioluminescent growth creeping over concrete. Above, a fractured moon hangs in the toxic sky, illuminating ghostly clouds of ash. Silhouettes of predatory, half-human creatures lurk at the edge of the light, watching from the shadows. The boy’s expression is a mix of fear and resilience, embodying fragile hope in a dying world. Cinematic lighting, painterly detail, dynamic composition, hyper-detailed, 8K resolution, masterpiece illustration.
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.
