Prompt: Inside a completely blue exoplanet, there are two suns that appear white at their centers but reflect an intense blue light. The solar illumination is entirely blue, and the planetary landscape is both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. There is a ringed planet similar to Saturn, but it is blue and has blue lava.
Inside the blue exoplanet, there is white sand and rocks made of rhodium with silver and black titanium, as well as diamonds. There is a great deal of heat; it is daytime, but the day appears very blue, and the interior landscape of the blue exoplanet is both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. It is a stunning blue alien landscape, bathed in blue hues, featuring towering rock formations made mainly of rhodium, silver and black titanium, and a sandy terrain. A colossal Saturn-like planet dominates the sky, accompanied by distant planets, faraway comets, and two bluish binary stars.
Prompt: Across a horizon of endless white ice, a single research station crouches like a lone but defiant ember beneath the colossal rings of a distant gas giant. Modular domes and angular habitats—painted in vivid industrial yellow and bright red—form a huddled cluster against a relentless polar wind. Antennas glitter with rime; long umbilical cables arc between structures, sheathed in ice, humming faintly as gusts pull at them. Above, the planet’s rings rise like a sky-filling vault of stone and light, bands of silver and violet sweeping from one edge of the heavens to the other, etched with the slow shadow of shepherd moons.
Massive tracked transports creep between pressure-sealed buildings, treads crunching through layers of blue ice and powdered frost. Each vehicle throws a faint haze of vapor that the wind instantly whips into spectral banners. Overhead, silent cargo lifters glide on magnetic drives, their running lights winking against the dark curve of the rings. One descends through a shaft of planetary glow, bathing the outpost in a fleeting wash of molten silver.
The light itself is alien: a pale sun barely rises, painting lavender shadows across the ice sheet while ringlight floods everything with a cold, opalescent brilliance. From reactor vents, heat shimmers upward, bending the air in fragile mirages. Far across the plain, geysers erupt in slow motion, their plumes briefly illuminated by distant lightning that flickers through the gas giant’s turbulent atmosphere—a silent storm a hundred thousand kilometers high.
Figures move deliberately across the ice: explorers in insulated exosuits, faces hidden behind mirrored visors. Their footprints etch temporary patterns that the wind soon scours away. In the command dome, instruments pulse a quiet rhythm; telemetry pings echo like heartbeats under the thin sky.
Ambiguity hums at the edge of the scene. Is Ringlight Outpost a triumph of cooperation at the galaxy’s frontier—science holding vigil beneath cosmic splendor—or the last tenuous foothold of a mining venture on the brink of abandonment? The great rings curve overhead, indifferent, magnificent, promising both protection and annihilation.
Camera locks to a wide, low vantage: the outpost crouched against the infinite ice, dwarfed by the impossible ringed sky. Every element acts—wind carving spirals in frost, distant geysers exhaling silver breath, lightning staining the rings with sudden fire. Here, at the rim of a giant’s dominion, endurance itself becomes heroic.
--mod stylized realism, --mod vivid depth, --mod ultra focus, --mod contrast lock, --mod force saturation, --mod heroic framing, --mod ringlight sky, --mod colossal gas giant rings, --mod industrial orange cobalt palette, --mod magnetic cargo lifters, --mod blue-ice plains, --mod lavender shadow lighting, --mod geyser plume illumination, --mod rime-coated antennas, --mod heat shimmer mirages, --mod opalescent brilliance
Prompt: Inside a completely blue exoplanet, there are two suns that appear white at their centers but reflect an intense blue light. The solar illumination is entirely blue, and the planetary landscape is both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. There is a ringed planet similar to Saturn, but it is blue and has blue lava.
Inside the blue exoplanet, there is white sand and rocks made of rhodium with silver and black titanium, as well as diamonds. There is a great deal of heat; it is daytime, but the day appears very blue, and the interior landscape of the blue exoplanet is both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. It is a stunning blue alien landscape, bathed in blue hues, featuring towering rock formations made mainly of rhodium, silver and black titanium, and a sandy terrain. A colossal Saturn-like planet dominates the sky, accompanied by distant planets, faraway comets, and two bluish binary stars.
Prompt: A spoolship drifts through dawn’s ionized veil, suspended above a gas‑giant auroral rim where color bends around gravity. From ventral bays unspool filament harpoons—gossamer lines sipping plasma from the planet’s luminous crown, each thread a living conduit of gold‑blue current. Crew move in sacred synchrony, magnet boots kissing heat‑scored plating; gestures clean, economical, ritual. Blue fire wreathes gloves and visors, runs along edge seals, chases telemetry across carbon‑ceramic panels; every touch sings through hull seams as faint harmonics. Tension ripples the filaments; micro‑winches meter draw with jeweled precision, brake drums glowing like buried embers. Along the ship’s spine, baffles open and close in measured cadence, shepherding captured charge toward cryo‑batteries that throb with muted heartbeat. Below, the planet’s crown folds and unfurls—curtains of violet and teal collapsing into rivers of molten brass. Faint particulates lift in photonic drift; dust becomes scripture, each mote inscribing the air with thin, vanishing alphabets of light. Aft camera mast slews; lens irises step to hold dynamic range as first limb‑light breaks the curve. Sun tips horizon. Every filament flares, gold racing the lines toward the chassis in a rush so sudden the crew stills from instinctive reverence. Harpoon tips bead star‑bright, tethers carve clean diagonals through vapor; afterimages hang like calligraphy above the aurora. Visors mirror a second sunrise blooming along the ship’s own geometry—trim plates and chamfers rimmed in fire, telemetry glyphs blinking amber where blue ruled before. Faint exhalations of vapor stream from cooling fins and tumble into the wake like braided silk. On the dorsal catwalk a tech pauses mid‑gesture, glove raised, palm luminous; another braces a line as load climbs, readouts stepping from safe to sanctified. No fanfare, no audience, only quiet comms and the tremor of light behaving like matter. For a breath the vessel seems to wear the morning—architecture of dawn stitched onto armor—then the surge settles, gold cooling to disciplined cobalt, and work resumes. Joy arrives as recognition: we were here, when sun met harvest and wrote its name across our hull, once, perfectly, never again.
--mod solar-harvest, --mod auroral-plasma, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod refractedlight, --mod chromaticflare, --mod plasmafilament, --mod dawn-horizon, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod ultrarealism, --mod cinematic-depth, --mod reflective-metal, --mod hard-sci-fi, --mod mythic-scale, --mod microtexture-detail, --mod structuregrain, --mod radiantdust, --mod dynamicmotion, --mod chromatic-contrast, --mod glimmerhighlight, --mod diffusionsoftlight, --mod photonic-haze, --mod epic-realism, --mod vapor-refraction
Prompt: A squadron of skimmer-sleds streaks along the knife-edge rim of a gas giant’s upper atmosphere, their engines shearing contrails of ionized vapor across a roiling horizon of color. Each rider—an Ion Cartographer—balances in the flux between artistry and annihilation. They trail tether-drones that paint living auroral lattices, mapping turbulence itself in glowing geometry. At point, the lead cartographer raises a gloved hand, wrist sensors flaring like captured suns, commanding the storm to part.
The sky is an ocean of liquid magnetism—amber and cyan clouds curling in colossal gyres, folds of plasma peeling back under titanic forces. Bolts of violet lightning crawl silently through transparent strata, exposing glimpses of planetary curvature below. The horizon curves in luminous sweep; dawn on one side, electrical night on the other. Bands of charged dust ripple like surf beneath the sleds, throwing mirrored reflections of the storm above.
The gas giant’s magnetic squall convulses. Waves of pressure distort the aurora lattice, folding light like fabric. The lead cartographer’s gesture sends a pulse through the tether network—drones whip outward, recalibrating position. Threads of light arc into new alignment, forming a glowing corridor that momentarily stabilizes the maelstrom. Behind them, one sled skims too low—its hull grazes a charged current and erupts in streaming radiance before righting again. Every action has consequence; every correction, cost.
Skimmer hulls are graphite-silver, etched with shifting telemetry lines that crawl like veins of living circuitry. Helmets are faceted lenses reflecting molten sky—each surface flickers between data feed and mirrored storm. Drones glimmer like crystalline seeds tethered by plasma cords, their luminescence echoing the pulse rhythm of their pilots’ suits. Static discharges dance along the sleds’ fins, leaving trails of blue-white flame across magnetic surf. Even the air vibrates with conductive shimmer.
Backlight from the planet’s reflected sun flares across the riders’ silhouettes, while the storm wall before them towers like a cathedral forged of color. The corridor of safety glows in chromatic contrast—cool blues amid infernal gold. Every frame is alive with particulate brilliance: sparks tracing curves, tether arcs cutting diagonals through diffused haze. The camera angle is low and forward, perspective locked along the leader’s outstretched arm—the world’s chaos framed by one human act of control.
This is defiance rendered luminous—human intellect carving navigation through chaos. The cartographer’s raised hand is both command and prayer, fingers trembling at the threshold of disaster. Light itself bends in obedience for a heartbeat, then recoils, awaiting the next gesture. The scene holds its breath between triumph and annihilation—where knowledge becomes survival, and the act of mapping the storm becomes a declaration of existence.
--mod ionized-stormscape, --mod magnetic-aura, --mod chromatic-horizon, --mod plasma-dynamics, --mod hard-sci-fi-realism, --mod cinematic-depth, --mod vapor-light-reflection, --mod auroral-geometry, --mod tether-drones, --mod heroic-framing, --mod energy-feedback, --mod particle-luminosity, --mod structuregrain, --mod diffusionsoftlight, --mod glimmerhighlight, --mod ultra-focus, --mod stylized-realism, --mod mythic-science, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod atmosphericdepth, --mod luminous-motion
Prompt: A zero-gravity construction worker wearing a powered metal exoskeleton (exploded view, details), manipulating massive hull plates using robotic arms, magnetic boots anchoring her to the steel deck. Her helmet projects structural overlays onto her vision, highlighting stress points and weld locations. The orbital construction site frames a massive planet (gas giant) in the background, its rings reflecting golden sunlight. Her long hair is confined in a smart-gel cap that prevents it from floating free, while her eyes have targeting implants that guide her tools with precision :: by Jim Burns, Chris Foss, Fred Gambino, Chris Moore :: full shot, eye level, soft focus :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition. Majestic, epic, breathtaking. Unreal Engine 5.5. --v 6 --style raw --s 1000 --q 2
Prompt: Across a horizon of endless white ice, a research and logistics station crouches like a defiant ember beneath the colossal rings of a distant gas giant. Modular domes and angular habitats—painted in vivid industrial orange and deep cobalt—form a huddled cluster against a relentless polar wind. Antennas glitter with rime; long umbilical cables arc between structures, sheathed in ice, humming faintly as gusts pull at them. Above, the planet’s rings rise like a sky-filling vault of stone and light, bands of silver and violet sweeping from one edge of the heavens to the other, etched with the slow shadow of shepherd moons.
Massive tracked transports creep between pressure-sealed buildings, treads crunching through layers of blue ice and powdered frost. Each vehicle throws a faint haze of vapor that the wind instantly whips into spectral banners. Overhead, silent cargo lifters glide on magnetic drives, their running lights winking against the dark curve of the rings. One descends through a shaft of planetary glow, bathing the outpost in a fleeting wash of molten silver.
The light itself is alien: a pale sun barely rises, painting lavender shadows across the ice sheet while ringlight floods everything with a cold, opalescent brilliance. From reactor vents, heat shimmers upward, bending the air in fragile mirages. Far across the plain, geysers erupt in slow motion, their plumes briefly illuminated by distant lightning that flickers through the gas giant’s turbulent atmosphere—a silent storm a hundred thousand kilometers high.
Figures move deliberately across the ice: explorers in insulated exosuits, faces hidden behind mirrored visors. Their footprints etch temporary patterns that the wind soon scours away. In the command dome, instruments pulse a quiet rhythm; telemetry pings echo like heartbeats under the thin sky.
Ambiguity hums at the edge of the scene. Is Ringlight Outpost a triumph of cooperation at the galaxy’s frontier—science holding vigil beneath cosmic splendor—or the last tenuous foothold of a mining venture on the brink of abandonment? The great rings curve overhead, indifferent, magnificent, promising both protection and annihilation.
Camera locks to a wide, low vantage: the outpost crouched against the infinite ice, dwarfed by the impossible ringed sky. Every element acts—wind carving spirals in frost, distant geysers exhaling silver breath, lightning staining the rings with sudden fire. Here, at the rim of a giant’s dominion, endurance itself becomes heroic.
--mod stylized realism, --mod vivid depth, --mod ultra focus, --mod contrast lock, --mod force saturation, --mod heroic framing, --mod ringlight sky, --mod colossal gas giant rings, --mod industrial orange cobalt palette, --mod magnetic cargo lifters, --mod blue-ice plains, --mod lavender shadow lighting, --mod geyser plume illumination, --mod rime-coated antennas, --mod heat shimmer mirages, --mod opalescent brilliance
Prompt: Across a horizon of endless white ice, a research and logistics station crouches like a defiant ember beneath the colossal rings of a distant gas giant. Modular domes and angular habitats—painted in vivid industrial orange and deep cobalt—form a huddled cluster against a relentless polar wind. Antennas glitter with rime; long umbilical cables arc between structures, sheathed in ice, humming faintly as gusts pull at them. Above, the planet’s rings rise like a sky-filling vault of stone and light, bands of silver and violet sweeping from one edge of the heavens to the other, etched with the slow shadow of shepherd moons.
Massive tracked transports creep between pressure-sealed buildings, treads crunching through layers of blue ice and powdered frost. Each vehicle throws a faint haze of vapor that the wind instantly whips into spectral banners. Overhead, silent cargo lifters glide on magnetic drives, their running lights winking against the dark curve of the rings. One descends through a shaft of planetary glow, bathing the outpost in a fleeting wash of molten silver.
The light itself is alien: a pale sun barely rises, painting lavender shadows across the ice sheet while ringlight floods everything with a cold, opalescent brilliance. From reactor vents, heat shimmers upward, bending the air in fragile mirages. Far across the plain, geysers erupt in slow motion, their plumes briefly illuminated by distant lightning that flickers through the gas giant’s turbulent atmosphere—a silent storm a hundred thousand kilometers high.
Figures move deliberately across the ice: explorers in insulated exosuits, faces hidden behind mirrored visors. Their footprints etch temporary patterns that the wind soon scours away. In the command dome, instruments pulse a quiet rhythm; telemetry pings echo like heartbeats under the thin sky.
Ambiguity hums at the edge of the scene. Is Ringlight Outpost a triumph of cooperation at the galaxy’s frontier—science holding vigil beneath cosmic splendor—or the last tenuous foothold of a mining venture on the brink of abandonment? The great rings curve overhead, indifferent, magnificent, promising both protection and annihilation.
Camera locks to a wide, low vantage: the outpost crouched against the infinite ice, dwarfed by the impossible ringed sky. Every element acts—wind carving spirals in frost, distant geysers exhaling silver breath, lightning staining the rings with sudden fire. Here, at the rim of a giant’s dominion, endurance itself becomes heroic.
--mod stylized realism, --mod vivid depth, --mod ultra focus, --mod contrast lock, --mod force saturation, --mod heroic framing, --mod ringlight sky, --mod colossal gas giant rings, --mod industrial orange cobalt palette, --mod magnetic cargo lifters, --mod blue-ice plains, --mod lavender shadow lighting, --mod geyser plume illumination, --mod rime-coated antennas, --mod heat shimmer mirages, --mod opalescent brilliance
Prompt: A massive science fiction-style stargate towering over the barren landscape of a desolate moon, its colossal ring pulsing with energy as the shimmering event horizon swirls like liquid light. Surrounding the stargate is an immense futuristic industrial complex, with towering structures and intricate machinery bathed in the cold glow of distant starlight. The surface of the moon is airless, lifeless, and heavily cratered, casting long shadows under the eerie luminescence of a nearby gas giant. Sleek starships, ranging in size from nimble fighters to colossal freighters, glide steadily toward the stargate, their engines creating long trails of blue ion light.
Prompt: Far-future alien garden with glowing pools and sculpted foliage, centered around a mysterious glass dome structure with arching stairs, luminous interior, and organic curves. In the distance, elegant monolithic towers rise from misty valleys like relics of a vanished civilization. A single massive gas giant with orange hues looms behind, balanced in composition with the dome, adding scale and wonder. The scene evokes timeless serenity, as if untouched for millennia, blending ancient grandeur with futuristic mysticism. Soft ambient light reveals textures and color depth in the foreground. Surreal sci-fi setting, dreamlike and contemplative.
--mod moebius style, --mod syd mead style, --mod myst aesthetic, --mod surreal sci-fi, --mod ultra detailed, --mod dreamlike lighting, --mod wide angle lens, --mod golden hour glow, --mod reflective water, --mod timeless beauty, --mod no people, --mod symmetric balance, --mod alien nature, --mod calm atmosphere, --mod futuristic ruins
Prompt: A grand space-cathedral interior inside a derelict orbital station over a gas giant: colossal ribbed arches, shattered stained-glass panels of cosmic deities with shards drifting in microgravity, warm amber planetlight lancing through hull breaches against deep blue star-shadow. Frost creeps along the shadow side; dust and ice crystals glitter as they drift. At a distant raised dais, a ruined throne-like command seat is fused to corroded consoles. A lone figure in ornate exo-knight EVA armor walks toward the dais; polished plates and engravings catch both warm and cold light. Wide-angle, eye-level, sacred atmosphere, motion slow and weightless.
--mod ambienthaze, --mod volumelighting, --mod raygradientfog, --mod atmosphericdepth, --mod highlightscatter, --mod glasseffect, --mod glassreflectivity, --mod colortransparency, --mod chromaticedge, --mod mirrorrefraction, --mod fineedges, --mod layereddetail, --mod structuregrain, --mod texturelogic, --mod softshadebanding, --mod deep-perspective, --mod epicperspective, --mod viewer-perspective-lock, --mod highdepthrange, --mod cinematicdesaturation, --mod reflective-softtone, --mod lightvolume, --mod subtlecontrast, --mod ultra-focus
Prompt: En el interior de un exoplaneta rojo, hay un oceano rojo intenso que refleja la luz solar roja, hay dos soles rojos y un planeta anillado rojo con lava como paisaje planetario aterrador, la vista del oceano es hermosa, pero aterradora . H.R. Giger
Prompt: A network of long, angular relay ships hovers across the upper stratosphere of a gas giant, each positioned precisely along glowing tether lines. Their forms are skeletal and panelized—multiple levels of overlapping grids, antennas, stabilizers, and energy nodes. A central ship, larger and cruciform, anchors the array. Color: carbon black with luminous cyan piping. Behind them, the upper atmosphere glows in banded shades of yellow and violet. Perspective is wide and lateral, emphasizing linear harmony and techno-geometry.
--mod Chris Foss-style space art, --mod angular space vehicles, --mod architectural monumentality, --mod bold mechanical design, --mod heroic perspective, --mod machine logic exaggeration, --mod space opera scale, --mod vivid metallic surfaces
Prompt: Three massive wheeled transports converge in a basin lined with tiered observation decks. Each vehicle is shaped like a wide beetle-shell with articulated wheels on independent struts. The center convoy emits a lateral drone as its central rail rises, exposing internal chambers of nested pods. People in sleek transit uniforms jog down a guided ramp as tour flags unfurl from anchor beacons. The sky is lavender and dust-heavy, backlit by low solar arcs from a nearby gas giant.
--mod aerialdepthfalloff, --mod chromereflectivity, --mod convoylogic, --mod curvedshellgeometry, --mod dustpalette, --mod explorer-core, --mod fineedges, --mod lavenderskylight, --mod modularinfrastructure, --mod podulararchitecture, --mod polishedcomposite, --mod reflectivebanding, --mod retrofuturistmead, --mod terrainvehiclelogic, --mod tieredarchitecture
Prompt: solitary male explorer, mid-foreground, facing the camera, dressed in heavy retro-futuristic cold-weather gear with fleece-lined parka, layered survival belts, and helmet partially open to reveal human face, a futuristic rifle slung on his back, standing just in front of a low domed underground habitat with an open airlock glowing warm orange from within,
the icy terrain is desolate, windswept, dry-cold, with scattered rocks and sharp-edged snow ridges, harsh sunlight from overhead casts long directional shadows,
behind him looms a massive tilted-ring gas giant filling the sky, with one smaller icy moon nearby
the man appears calm, alert, and reflective—not heroic, just present
--ar 16:9
--style jim burns, 1980s oil-painted sci-fi book cover, textured realism
--focus sharp on the man and gear, background muted
--lighting high-contrast, cold diffuse with harsh overhead key light
--color palette: muted ochres, pale icy blues, and faded white
--mood: endurance, solitude, survival, reflection
--material cues: worn canvas, metal piping, layered fabrics, frost-edged textures
--camera: mid-shot, level angle, lens slightly compressed
Prompt: Far-future alien garden with glowing pools and sculpted foliage, centered around a mysterious glass dome structure with arching stairs, luminous interior, and organic curves. In the distance, elegant monolithic towers rise from misty valleys like relics of a vanished civilization. A single massive gas giant with orange hues looms behind, balanced in composition with the dome, adding scale and wonder. The scene evokes timeless serenity, as if untouched for millennia, blending ancient grandeur with futuristic mysticism. Soft ambient light reveals textures and color depth in the foreground. Surreal sci-fi setting, dreamlike and contemplative.
moebius style, syd mead style, myst aesthetic, surreal sci-fi, ultra detailed, dreamlike lighting, wide angle lens, golden hour glow, reflective water, timeless beauty, no people, symmetric balance, alien nature, calm atmosphere, futuristic ruins
Prompt: A massive science fiction-style stargate towering over the barren landscape of a desolate moon, its colossal ring pulsing with energy as the shimmering event horizon swirls like liquid light. Surrounding the stargate is an immense futuristic industrial complex, with towering structures and intricate machinery bathed in the cold glow of distant starlight. The surface of the moon is airless, lifeless, and heavily cratered, casting long shadows under the eerie luminescence of a nearby gas giant. Sleek starships, ranging in size from nimble fighters to colossal freighters, glide steadily toward the stargate, their engines creating long trails of blue ion light.
Prompt: A lone astronaut in sleek, form-fitting metallic armor with reflective visors and a plasma rifle, walking across the orange dunes of Titan’s surface under a pale green sky, distant gas giant looming overhead. Dim sunlight with cold, ambient glow from the planet’s rings; soft shadows from dune ridges. Retro-futuristic digital painting in the style of Michael Whelan and Fred Gambino, with detailed textures and hard sci-fi realism. Wide-angle shot, slightly tilted horizon, astronaut framed against the curvature of the moon. Subtle film grain, cyan-orange color grading, lens flare on helmet visor.
Prompt: A zero-gravity construction worker wearing a powered exoskeleton suit, its robotic arms manipulating massive hull plates while massive magnetic boots keep its feet anchored to the steel deck. The suit's helmet (exploded view, details) projects structural overlays onto her vision, highlighting stress points and weld locations. The orbital construction site is framed by a massive (gas giant) planet in the background, its rings reflecting golden sunlight. Her long hair is confined in a gel cap that prevents it from floating free, while her eyes have targeting implants that guide her tools with precision :: by Jim Burns, Chris Foss, Fred Gambino, Chris Moore :: full shot, eye level, soft focus :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition
Prompt: Space. A gas giant planet. Bone white, and vibrant blue spaceships based on Ammonoids shapes. Helix space structures. Digital illustration, exquisitely beautiful, sharp focus, intricate patterns, extremely detailed, vibrant colors, otherworldly lighting effects to enhance the unearthly ambiance, sci-fi, award winning, hdr, cinematic lighting, realistic with fantasy elements, visually impressive, breathtaking
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.
