Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds.
Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos.
Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure.
She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds.
Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos.
Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure.
She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
Prompt: Human Dreams as Cave Paintings: A sleeping person's mind visualized as a vast, dark cave wall, upon which vivid, fragmented dreams are depicted in the raw style of Cave painting, with Ghost glow illumination and Reactive surrealism.
Prompt: An alcoholic man on the hand of this man there is a large chain and it connects him with a bottle of alcohol walks out of the darkness in the direction of an open door from which there is a magical and multicolored light, happy multicolored optimistic picture, the dance of life at the time of youth and faith and trust,
digital painting, fantasy, intricate, portrait, very attractive, beautiful, dynamic lighting, poster, imperial colors, crisp quality, colourful, very cute, cinematic postprocessing, pixel art
Rags to Riches: The Story of Sofia's Blue Diamonds
Model:
Artistic
Size:
896 X 704
(0.63 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: In the foreground of the image, there is a stunning depiction of Jessica Alba made entirely out of crystal. Her features are intricately crafted, from the strands of hair on her head to the curves of her face. Her eyes are particularly striking, shimmering with a brilliant light that seems to emanate from within.
In the background, a fantastical world unfolds, reminiscent of the surrealist paintings of Salvador Dali. The landscape is strange and dreamlike, with twisted, alien forms and an otherworldly glow. The sky is awash with a rich spectrum of colors, ranging from deep purples to fiery oranges.
Hovering in the distance is a magnificent blue elephant, also made entirely out of crystal. Its trunk is curled up elegantly, and its enormous ears fan out in a graceful arc. Upon closer inspection, you can see that the elephant's fur is covered in intricate Hebrew script, adding an air of mysticism to the scene.
Overall, this is a truly mesmerizing image, filled with rich details and magical elements that capture the imagination.
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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