Prompt: From a swirling nebula of amethyst smoke, she unfurls – a mischievous genie, sprung from the gilded cage of a bottle older than starlight. Her smile, a playful curve, parts lips the colour of sugared dates, revealing a hint of pearly teeth. Eyes, twin sapphires, glitter with ancient secrets and a boundless, teasing warmth. Her figure, gloriously buxom, is draped in jewel-toned silk: a metallic bra top that kisses her generous curves and harem pants shimmering with scattered gems, each catching the light like a captured star. Auburn curls, a fiery cascade, tumble down her back, framing a heart-shaped face flushed with a blush as delicate as desert rose. A tiny button nose, an impish detail, completes her endearing charm.
In one hand, she clutches the bottle’s ornate neck – a vessel scrolled with forgotten languages and swirling, ancient patterns. The other rests, coyly defiant, on her hip, a silent promise of potent magic unleashed. The bottle itself, a relic of forgotten empires, sits nestled on a cushion of plush, royal purple velvet. Beneath it, a small wooden table with gilded filigree legs gleams softly in the ethereal light.
The backdrop whispers of a serene Middle Eastern dream: silk drapes in opulent golds and deep, passionate reds, framing the scene like a stage for the impossible. A warm, inviting glow bathes the tableau, enhancing the genie’s magnetic allure and painting the air with the intoxicating aroma of untold wishes. Each curve, each shimmer, each playful glance speaks to a desire waiting to be ignited, a realm of fantasy poised on the precipice of reality.
Meanwhile, miles away in a different reality, a cyberpunk city sprawls under a perpetual night. A lone figure, a denizen of the digital frontier, strides through the neon-drenched streets. Reflective metallic eyewear shields their eyes from the relentless glare of the city’s electric veins. Sleek black leather attire, punctuated by jolts of neon blue, clings to their form. A high-tech backpack, bristling with gadgets and wires, hints at a life lived on the bleeding edge. Tattoos crawl across muscular arms, telling silent stories of डेटा hacks and corporate coups. Gritty shadows dance across their face, sculpted by the countless flickering lights that paint the cyberpunk landscape. The air crackles with energy, a symphony of data streams and dystopian dreams. Backlighting casts a dramatic silhouette, etching them against the chaotic beauty of the night, a masterpiece of futuristic grit and neon despair.
Prompt: A cyberpunk Shaman, Libra Zodiac symbolism. futuristic tribal clothing with Dashiki animal print, full body image, front facing, intricate detail —stylize 1000 —v 7
Prompt: five cyberpunk funny cool beaver, frontal view, in latex suit wearing glowing minimalistic glasses, duft punk style, studio key light, professional photosession, detailed costume, isolated black background, black and yellow colors —ar 3:4 —profile q6184th —v 7
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.
