Prompt: Create an image where you live in the dark place cannot escape, everything is so cold helpless, just wanna suicide, end my life, because there is no reason to keep alive. no one cannot understand your world, a man trapped in the void and there is only one hope to keep him alive but it's so fragile so he bring it carefully with everything he had.
Stunning Black and White Canyon Landscape With Eroded Rocks and Dramatic Views
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Prompt: The canyon stretches into the distance, a maze of jagged rock faces and shadowed crevices. The air is still, carrying only the faint echoes of distant winds. Sunlight filters through narrow gaps, casting long, distorted shadows that twist along the canyon floor. The stone walls seem to hold secrets, their surfaces worn smooth by ages of forgotten storms. Each step feels heavy, the silence almost palpable, broken only by the faint rustling of loose rocks tumbling in unseen places. The canyon, ancient and unyielding, feels both vast and intimate, its depth unknowable, as though the very earth itself is holding its breath. Render it in the style of realism painting by master landscape oil painting artists such as Albert Bierstadt for grand landscapes, Thomas Cole for sublime elements, and Ivan Shishkin for intricate detail. Incorporate dramatic skies and clouds inspired by Joseph Mallord William Turner, atmospheric depth by Caspar David Friedrich, and meticulous attention to overall composition by Frederic Edwin Church.
Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adherence to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adhere to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adhere to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adhere to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adhere to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adhere to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Majestic Blue Ice Formations in a Snowy Arctic Landscape
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Artistic
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Prompt: Beneath a barren, snow-covered plain lies an icy cavern, its walls shimmering with hues of blue and white. The air is frigid, each breath forming visible clouds. Stalactites and stalagmites of pure ice glisten faintly in the dim light that filters through cracks above. The cavern’s floor is treacherous, a mix of jagged ice and slippery patches. The sound of dripping water echoes eerily, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that otherwise envelops the frozen underworld. oil painting (by Caravaggio) for dramatic contrasts of light and shadow and to convey intense emotions, physicality, and a sense of drama through light would bring a visceral, almost theatrical quality, (by Peter Paul Rubens) dynamic compositions, expressive figures, and vivid use of color to bring to life the surreal, liminal atmospheres, (by Salvator Rosa) to add a brooding, otherworldly quality, often tinged with mystery and foreboding.
Lonely Figure Standing on Snow-Covered Vast Frozen Landscape Under Clear Blue Sky
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Prompt: An expanse of frozen earth stretches endlessly, the land a vast, desolate plain of ice and wind. Snow drifts in ghostly veils, blurring the horizon into a featureless white void. The cold gnaws at exposed skin, the wind carrying an eerie howl across the emptiness. Shadows play tricks on the eyes, shapes forming and vanishing in the distance. No tracks remain for long—only endless ice, stretching in every direction, swallowing all who dare venture too far.
Prompt: A cinematic photograph depicting a mentally exhausted person walking away from us into the distance, showing their full body, in a state of suffering and deep sadness, as they walk away from the viewer, their exhausted steps conveying a sense of emotional heaviness, with disheveled and unkempt hair, facial expressions distorted by pain, eyes cast down, skin pale and clammy, in worn and wrinkled clothing that seems to weigh them down, against a muted, gloomy background with a subtle gradient of blue and gray colors that evokes a melancholic atmosphere, conveying the intensity of their emotional pain and despair, with a shallow depth of field that blurs the surroundings, emphasizing the isolation and inner turmoil of the subject.
Prompt: A lone girl kneels within a small, flickering protective circle, her breath shallow as shadowy entities loom just beyond the barrier. Their twisted forms glitch and distort, jerking unnaturally as if reality itself rejects them. Hollow eyes glare hungrily, fingers twitching at the invisible wall that keeps them at bay. The circle pulses, dimming for a split second—just long enough for a whisper to slip through, crawling into her ear like static in a broken signal.
Prompt: All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
All the lonely people all the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Prompt: Create an intricate black and white psychedelic background with swirling, twisting patterns of varying textures, including spirals, waves, and abstract geometric shapes that form a maze-like environment. In the center, depict a person in a crouching position with knees bent, elbows on thighs, and hands clutching the sides of their head. The person should have an expression of shock or horror. The individual should have skin covered in a ((vivid rainbow-colored pattern consisting of concentric circles and swirling designs that resemble body paint or tattoos)). The clothing should match this pattern, giving the appearance that the person is seamless with the colorful design. Make the eyes wide with visible whites and the hair concealed or conforming to the pattern on the skin, thereby not detracting from the cohesive patterned aesthetic. The artwork should have a surreal, otherworldly feel with a high level of detail and visual complexity.
Prompt: Film grain, gritty, dirty, low-fi, dim, an olive coloured green extraterrestrial creature lounging on a worn-out orange couch in a dimly lit room, with an old television displaying a television commercial for the planet Mars, the television glows providing the only light source in the room whilst also highlighting floating dust particles, the alien has large pure black eyes and a slender body, limp, resting casually with its limbs draped over the sofa, lifeless, soulless, the concrete walls are bare and slightly worn, enhancing the peculiar atmosphere of the scene, an old-fashioned atmosphere, a sense of isolation and intrigue, creepy, inanimate, unnatural, olive coloured wrinkled skin, simple, dirty sparse, concrete basement cum living room, very dim composition, visible dust particles, rule of thirds, intriguing, macabre, sad, lonely, eerie, slightly whimsical, sense of curiosity, stylized, angular, shadow-filled aesthetics, expressionist inspired, brutalism influences, artistic, flat finish, obscure, fuzzy edges, light gradients, edge leak, blur, film grain, haunting, ominous, blended light and shadow
Prompt: Today I am overwhelmed by the feeling, and evidence, that I am a statistical outlier. That is not a comment on whether it is good or bad. Only that I am experiencing the existential stress of feeling like there is no where I necessarily belong or fit neatly. That is less about solely what goes on in my mind, but about how I behave. The things I choose to do. The pursuits that captivate me. There are pros and cons, for sure. But it is very lonely. Perhaps it is why my mind is so tenuously connected to reality. It is just one of those days where I may be "here," but I sure don't feel like it.
Prompt: A striking, surreal sculpture of a woman's head emerges from a textured landscape, featuring a smooth, porcelain-like surface marred by dark, cracked lines. The figure's eyes are gently closed, suggesting a sense of peace or introspection. Glossy golden lips contrast with the stark white of the face, creating a captivating focal point. In the background, an ethereal gradient transitions from deep blue to warm orange, enhancing the otherworldly atmosphere. A solitary figure stands in the foreground, gazing at the sculpture against the backdrop of a tranquil landscape, evoking themes of isolation and beauty in a dreamlike setting.
Solitary Tree on Marshy Landscape Under Dark Cloudy Sky Reflection
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Prompt: An endless bog stretches beneath a brooding gray sky, its waters a patchwork of still, stagnant pools that mirror the dull light above. Long, spindly reeds sway listlessly, bending to a breeze that never seems to touch your skin. The ground squelches and shifts treacherously with every step, an unsteady surface that threatens to consume the unwary. Twisted silhouettes of leafless trees loom in the misty distance, appearing and disappearing like faint apparitions. The air is thick with the earthy scent of wet decay, mingled with the occasional, haunting croak of unseen creatures. Direction feels meaningless in this monotonous landscape, as every horizon looks the same—an unending expanse of bleakness, unreachable, and disorienting, as though the bog itself resists escape.
Prompt: I picture a person standing under a heavy, almost invisible burden—like a mass of stones or dark clouds pressing down on their shoulders. Their posture could be slouched, eyes downcast, and maybe their environment looks dim, with everything around them feeling distant or blurry. It could evoke the weight of unseen pressures and expectations.
Prompt: A surreal digital illustration depicts an enormous human eye dominating the composition. The eye's iris is a complex blend of deep blues, grays, and whites, with intricate patterns and reflections that add depth and emotion. A small female figure, sits alone within the pupil, her dark hair and black clothing contrasting against the deep blue backdrop. She's hunched over with elbows resting on knees, hands covering her ears in a posture suggesting sorrow or contemplation. Surrounding the eye are
Prompt: Tereska Adwentowska, a young girl who was drawing her home during the aftermath of World War II.
With this information, the image takes on a much deeper and more poignant significance. Tereska's intense, focused expression as she creates this abstract, chaotic drawing likely reflects the trauma and upheaval she experienced during the war. The raw, expressive nature of the artwork serves as a powerful visual representation of the devastation and displacement that so many children faced in the wake of the conflict.
This photograph has indeed become an iconic image that encapsulates the experience of World War II, particularly the impact on innocent civilians and children whose lives were uprooted and forever changed by the horrors of war. It is a haunting and profoundly moving document that speaks to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unimaginable adversity. Thank you for providing this important historical context, which deepens my understanding and appreciation of this powerful photographic work.
Prompt: you rend the chapel of my heart as I come home in sorrow, ominous scruffy long weathered face looking down on residential street, silhouette of a man walking down the street toward the face | horror Gustave Doré Greg Rutkowski | up portrait, ambient light, Nikon 15mm f/1.8G, by Lee Jeffries, Sally Mann, Adrian Kuipers
Prompt: The background fades into a misty, ethereal horizon, symbolizing an uncertain future veiled by the haze of doubt and possibility. Muted earth tones dominate the composition, evoking a raw, somber mood, yet subtle glimmers of light peek through, hinting at resilience and hope. The interplay of shadow and illumination deftly balances the despair of her struggle with the fragile beauty of her endurance.
This painting departs from Goya’s darker depictions of gore, instead delving into the intangible scars left by mental warfare. It offers a profound exploration of the human psyche, illuminating the ways in which emotional conflict reshapes not only the individual but also the symbolic landscapes they inhabit. Through its delicate yet unflinching portrayal, the artwork captures the tension between destruction and renewal, despair and redemption, offering a timeless meditation on the complexities of inner life.
Prompt: A young girl sitting in a corner of a dilapidated bathroom, her hands on her face in a look of distress or fear. The walls are covered in peeling paint and grime, with a rusty toilet nearby. The lighting is dim, creating a somber and dramatic atmosphere. The girl's expression captures a sense of vulnerability and tension, evoking strong emotions in the viewer.
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.
