Prompt: An intricately designed mask crafted from pure black onyx, adorned with glowing glyphs and symbols, hovers in a dimly lit, mystical chamber. The mask seems to pulse with an inner light. The chamber is filled with swirling mist and floating fragments of ancient text. The scene is rendered in a hyper-detailed style, blending dark fantasy with ethereal beauty, reminiscent of Ash Thorp, Loish, and Greg Rutkowski.
Prompt: Create a poetically dreamy, hyper-detailed portrait of a humanoid being from a distant world—known as The Silent Archivist of Qalebrin. Tall and ethereally graceful, the being's pearly skin seems to shimmer in the soft light, crisscrossed with flowing patterns of misty gray, lunar blue, and silver sand. It possesses four calm, deep-gazing eyes with an iridescent sheen like liquid metal, seemingly contemplating both the past and the future. Fine, translucent strands of hair float in gentle arcs around its head—like luminous silk fibers stirred by the winds of forgotten times.
The Archivist wears an intricately woven robe of glassy fibers, crisscrossed by living data veins that glow in faint pulses—like fleeting flashes of memory. In his long fingers rests an ancient data tablet, its edges entwined with shimmering tendrils, as if knowledge itself were growing from within. The surroundings are filled with misty twilight; hundreds of floating glyphs and fleeting characters dance in the air, glowing like fireflies of thought.
The mood is calm, wistful, and mysterious—as if this being were the last keeper of stories that no other being will ever tell again.
Style: melancholic, dreamy, hyper-detailed, full of textural depth, in the style of
Tran Nguyen—combined with elements of James Jean for the flowing ornamentation.
Prompt: A dark, atmospheric scene rich in detail. A mystical warrior witch sits perched on a fallen tree, deep within a fog-drenched forest of gnarled, twisted trees. She wears an intricate, revealing outfit of worn leather and chainmail, complemented by thigh leggings and rugged leather boots. Her wrists are adorned with layered bracelets and enchanted charms, while golden necklaces glint against her skin. Black hair, braided with vibrant ribbons, cascades over her shoulders. Faint glyphs and arcane symbols are tattooed across the exposed parts of her body, glowing subtly in the red-hued mist that coils heavily around the forest floor.
Prompt: A Summoner from Final Fantasy stands on a shimmering, otherworldly plateau, surrounded by floating crystalline structures and glowing glyphs that pulse with ancient energy. The sky above is a swirling vortex of blues, purples, and golds, with streaks of light resembling celestial rivers. The air is alive with radiant mana, forming glowing orbs that drift like fireflies.
Her face is serene yet commanding, with sharp, elegant features and piercing emerald-green eyes that glow faintly, reflecting her deep connection to the summoned beings. Her skin has a soft, ethereal glow, and her lips are set in a determined smile. Her long, auburn hair flows freely, streaked with golden highlights that catch the light, as if touched by the divine.
She wears a flowing, ornate robe in shades of white and gold, adorned with intricate patterns that shimmer with every movement. The robe’s hem is lined with glowing runes that shift and change, as if alive. A translucent, iridescent cape billows behind her, catching the light and casting prismatic reflections.
In her hands, she holds a celestial grimoire, its pages glowing with radiant symbols that float into the air. Above her, a massive summoning circle burns brightly, its intricate designs spinning slowly. From it emerges a majestic, winged creature—a summon of pure light, its feathers gleaming like molten gold, its eyes blazing with power.
The scene is bathed in a divine glow, with beams of golden and azure light radiating from the summoning circle and illuminating her figure. The contrast between the dark, starry void and the radiant energy highlights her role as a bridge between worlds. The hyper-realistic details, from the texture of her robe to the luminous aura of her summon, capture the awe-inspiring essence of Final Fantasy. The Summoner stands as a beacon of hope and power, a master of the arcane and the divine
Prompt: Inside a celestial archive lit by rotating suns, a woman traces the glowing glyphs on a translucent wall. Behind her, Metatron manifests — neither male nor female — a being made of thought and thunder, eternal steward of the Book of Life.
Prompt: On an alien plain under a turquoise and violet sky, a lone armored traveler stands facing the viewer, chin lifted and expression haughty confidence, superimposed on a colossal machine grown into monument. The ground glows magenta, its ridges catching the light like scar tissue, and twin planets hang in the heavens above. The traveler wears emerald-toned space armor with clean heroic lines, posture square and knightly. In his gauntleted hand he lifts a domed helmet etched with glowing alien glyphs. These marks emit a steady radiance, casting faint halos across his fingers, symbols of command and power whose meaning is felt rather than read. Behind him towers the alien machine: a sweeping construct of crimson and ivory, long fins arcing like crescents, chrome spars threading through as if tendon and bone. Its surfaces shift from matte gradients to mirror brightness, crimson fading into bone-white, edges flashing turquoise reflections. The machine hovers above the ground silent yet alive, its presence overwhelming, as if light itself bends to trace its geometry. The landscape reacts: the magenta plain brightens under its shadow line, dust motes drift in slow spirals, and metallic flecks glint then vanish around the fins as though bound to unseen fields. The figure squares his shoulders and raises the helmet, the glyphs in silent communication against the machine's design. The glow intensifies, acknowledging kinship between man and construct. Lighting is theatrical and sharp: silver edge highlights chase along fins and armor plates, glyphs glow disciplined without flare, and the plain's magenta glow casts an under-light across his greaves and gauntlets. Chrome carries turquoise streaks that migrate with angle, while crimson and ivory planes create bold contrast. Mood: uncanny awe and confrontation, heroic figure before alien monument, rendered in oil-painted pulp sci-fi cover style.
--mod low angle perspective, --mod epic scale framing, --mod heroic armored figure, --mod glowing glyph helmet, --mod alien machine monument, --mod crimson and ivory palette, --mod chrome reflection streaks, --mod romantic realism, --mod classic sci-fi cover, --mod crisp edge control, --mod magenta planetary surface, --mod twin moons backdrop
Prompt: On an alien plain under a turquoise and violet sky, a lone armored traveler stands facing the viewer, chin lifted and expression haughty confidence, superimposed on a colossal machine grown into monument. The ground glows magenta, its ridges catching the light like scar tissue, and twin planets hang in the heavens above. The traveler wears emerald-toned space armor with clean heroic lines, posture square and knightly. In his gauntleted hand he lifts a domed helmet etched with glowing alien glyphs. These marks emit a steady radiance, casting faint halos across his fingers, symbols of command and power whose meaning is felt rather than read. Behind him towers the alien machine: a sweeping construct of crimson and ivory, long fins arcing like crescents, chrome spars threading through as if tendon and bone. Its surfaces shift from matte gradients to mirror brightness, crimson fading into bone-white, edges flashing turquoise reflections. The machine hovers above the ground silent yet alive, its presence overwhelming, as if light itself bends to trace its geometry. The landscape reacts: the magenta plain brightens under its shadow line, dust motes drift in slow spirals, and metallic flecks glint then vanish around the fins as though bound to unseen fields. The figure squares his shoulders and raises the helmet, the glyphs in silent communication against the machine's design. The glow intensifies, acknowledging kinship between man and construct. Lighting is theatrical and sharp: silver edge highlights chase along fins and armor plates, glyphs glow disciplined without flare, and the plain's magenta glow casts an under-light across his greaves and gauntlets. Chrome carries turquoise streaks that migrate with angle, while crimson and ivory planes create bold contrast. Mood: uncanny awe and confrontation, heroic figure before alien monument, rendered in oil-painted pulp sci-fi cover style.
--mod low angle perspective, --mod epic scale framing, --mod heroic armored figure, --mod glowing glyph helmet, --mod alien machine monument, --mod crimson and ivory palette, --mod chrome reflection streaks, --mod romantic realism, --mod classic sci-fi cover, --mod crisp edge control, --mod magenta planetary surface, --mod twin moons backdrop
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.
