Prompt: It's a fire
These dreams that pass me by
This salvation I desire
Keeps getting me down
'Cause we need to
Recognize mistakes
For time and again
So let it be known for what we believe in
I can see no reason for it to fail
'Cause this life is a farce
I can't breathe through this mask
Like a fool
So breathe on, sister, breathe on
Prompt: The human element
In the heart of man, where thoughts soar,
There is something that sends light to the darkness,
Where quietly the eternal sound smolders,
Which, above the earth, lifts the soul into the mist.
It is not flesh, nor blood, nor bone,
It is something that lives in the depths of dreams,
What conscience twitches when night calls,
What shines hope amidst the toil of words.
It's a human element that sounds in eternity,
In questions, in grief, in love it weaves.
It is the spark that awakens the content of life,
What makes us something more than death.
Q
Prompt: The human element
In the heart of man, where thoughts soar,
There is something that sends light to the darkness,
Where quietly the eternal sound smolders,
Which, above the earth, lifts the soul into the mist.
It is not flesh, nor blood, nor bone,
It is something that lives in the depths of dreams,
What conscience twitches when night calls,
What shines hope amidst the toil of words.
It's a human element that sounds in eternity,
In questions, in grief, in love it weaves.
It is the spark that awakens the content of life,
What makes us something more than death.
Q
Prompt: The human element
In the heart of man, where thoughts soar,
There is something that sends light to the darkness,
Where quietly the eternal sound smolders,
Which, above the earth, lifts the soul into the mist.
It is not flesh, nor blood, nor bone,
It is something that lives in the depths of dreams,
What conscience twitches when night calls,
What shines hope amidst the toil of words.
It's a human element that sounds in eternity,
In questions, in grief, in love it weaves.
It is the spark that awakens the content of life,
What makes us something more than death.
Q
Prompt: Oh, what a grateful fate I would feel,
If I wrapped my heart in Your grace.
Carrying You in my hands, like a precious treasure felt,
Fulfilling the dreams the spirit could not grasp.
I would pave Your paths with red rose petals,
I would make your every step a sweet whisper of a pleasant song.
Your eyes, with the shine of stars, I would sing your praises in the sky,
And I would weave your every smile into the wind's pride.
And so, my love's flame, eternally unquenchable,
In the dawn and dusk would last hot.
Let words, though flippant, testify boldly:
To love you forever - this is what I have dreamed of!
Q
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: 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: A highly detailed, realistic fantasy illustration of a person experiencing astral projection. The scene captures the moment where their physical body lies still on a bed, while their astral form—a luminous, translucent version of themselves—rises gracefully above. The astral body is connected to the physical form by a glowing, ethereal cord that pulses with energy. The environment around them blurs between the physical and the mystical, with faint, shimmering lights and otherworldly hues creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The expression on the astral figure's face is one of awe and serenity, emphasizing the profound and mystical nature of the experience. The image is rendered with meticulous detail, blending elements of realism with fantasy to evoke a sense of wonder and transcendence.
Prompt: Surreal, folk art, abstract curves, Ink and watercolour whimsical image of a young boy sailing his sky-boat in the sky on a trail of stars in the sky, highly detailed 8k concept art, hyper-intricate zentangle motifs, vibrant colors, in the style of Jane Newland, R. Giger, Mark Ryden, Emilia Dziubak, Joey Chou, surreal details and background by Maggie Taylor, Vladimir Kush, Catrin Welz-Stein (ugly, tiling, poor anatomy, extra limbs, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature, cut off, out of frame, draft
Prompt: Love in the dark, a girl and a boy together in a dark room surrounded by stuff, moonlight through a window, heart shaped cookies on the floor, dancing together, a music box on a shelf, a wonderful night
Prompt: SDF-1 Macross! A legendary ship that transcends time and space. The SDF-1 Macross is no ordinary ship. It embodies the fusion of strength and elegance, technology and dreams. An assault-type fortress ship armed with the powerful CVS-101 Prometheus and SLV-111 Daedalus. Within its shell, it harbors an entire city—a thriving metropolis among the stars. The ship's OverTechnology Macross extra-dimensional energy cannon, guided convergent beam cannon and electromagnetic railgun are ready for battle. SDF-1 Macross, a beacon of hope, sails across the universe - a testament to humanity's resilience and boundless imagination.
Prompt: The Dream Weaver: A surreal scene by Salvador Dalí depicting a figure weaving dreams from the fabric of reality. The loom produces strands of light and shadow, creating a tapestry of bizarre, dream-like scenes. René Magritte’s style is evident in the inclusion of ordinary objects like a hat and a clock, placed in surreal contexts. The painting invites viewers to delve deeper into the nature of dreams and the subconscious mind.
Prompt: Dreams of serenity. In a soft dreamy cloudscape, a young woman with fair skin sleeps peacefully, shown lying in full figure on a cloud, barefoot, while her long hair flows around her like waves, mingling with the clouds and creating a sense of weightlessness. Her hair falls around her, all the way under the cloud that serves as her bed.
Her closed eyes feature long, dark lashes, and her brows are gently arched. Her delicate lavender dress blending with the twilight sky and twinkling stars, while swirls of magic dust encircle her in an ethereal atmosphere. Magical, dreamy, soft colours, elegant, elaborate, otherwordly. Peaceful and serene.
Prompt: The little girl dreams of being at the edge of the ocean. The sand beneath her feet is cool and fine, and the sound of the waves lulls her into a deep sleep. When she opens her eyes, she stands on the edge of a coral reef that stretches into infinity. And there, between the colorful corals, she discovers her: a mermaid. Her hair is as long as the ocean itself and her eyes shine like stars. Their tail fin shimmers in all the colors of the rainbow. She sings a song that the girl doesn't understand, but whose melody touches her heart. The mermaid smiles and holds out her hand. The girl doesn't hesitate. She dives into the water and suddenly she is light as a feather. Gravity no longer exists - it floats next to the mermaid. They dance together in the soft light of the moon. The waves carry them and the stars applaud. The mermaid tells of distant lands, sunken ships and hidden treasures. She shows the girl the secrets of the deep sea - glowing jellyfish, mysterious caves and the silence that only exists down here. The girl listens, is amazed and forgets the time. And then, as dawn breaks, she returns to the beach. The mermaid waves to her and promises to see her again. The girl wakes up with a smile on her lips. Maybe it was just a dream, but the memory remains - of freedom, of magic and of meeting the mermaid.
Prompt: humanized chess piece male king, character from a medieval fantastic story, MOBA game character style, speed as a super power, a white chess crown in the head and a robe with black and white squares, epic visuals, concept sheet, 4K resolution, artstation, highly detailed, artgerm, by wlop, volumetric lighting, octane render, trending on artstation, masterpiece, fantastic
Prompt: humanized chess piece male king, character from a medieval fantastic story, MOBA game character style, speed as a super power, a white chess crown in the head and a robe with black and white squares, epic visuals, concept sheet, 4K resolution, artstation, highly detailed, artgerm, by wlop, volumetric lighting, octane render, trending on artstation, masterpiece, fantastic
Prompt: humanized chess piece male king, character from a medieval fantastic story, MOBA game character style, speed as a super power, a white chess crown in the head and a robe with black and white squares, epic visuals, concept sheet, 4K resolution, artstation, highly detailed, artgerm, by wlop, volumetric lighting, octane render, trending on artstation, masterpiece, fantastic
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.
