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 weeping woman with a hoody and her hands covering her face. She kneels in heavy rain on a grey dull background. Behind her in the rain, bombed buildings She wears a flowing, burgundy dress. The image is vivid, stark, grieving, hyperreal, surreal, tears mingle with the rain. abstract vector fractal, wave function, Zentangle, 3d shading
Lonely Figure Standing on Snow-Covered Vast Frozen Landscape Under Clear Blue Sky
Model:
Artistic
Size:
1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
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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: 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.
Stunning Black and White Canyon Landscape With Eroded Rocks and Dramatic Views
Model:
DreamForge
Size:
1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
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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: Awakening in Zero-G (Project Hail Mary – Andy Weir): Ryland Grace floats weightlessly in the sterile white interior of the Hail Mary, his body limp as he slowly regains consciousness. His face is pale, eyes barely open, as he tries to piece together his surroundings. Medical tubes dangle from his arms, and nearby monitors display unfamiliar readings. The soft hum of the ship’s life support system is the only sound in the vast emptiness of space. The scene is illuminated by cool, blue-tinted lighting, emphasizing the isolation and mystery of his situation.
Primary Artist: Inspired by realistic space exploration and sci-fi concept art.
Enhancement Artist: Soft-focus lighting and floating particle effects for realism.
Emotional Impact: Disoriented and eerie, capturing the shock of waking up alone in deep space.
Additional Elements: The reflection of Earth faintly visible in the smooth glass of a nearby screen.
Prompt: A lone figure stands on a hilltop, silhouetted against a stark, black and white striped landscape. Surreal white clouds break the monotony of the composition. The scene is minimalist and abstract, suggesting a sense of isolation and contemplation.
Minimalism, abstract, inspired by the works of M.C. Escher and Piet Mondrian.
Black and white, geometric shapes, a sense of depth and perspective.
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've travelled this world alone, without you by my side, so many wrong turns taken, without you as my guide. Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: Winter’s Stillness by the Frozen River: A figure stands alone on the banks of a frozen river, gazing at the distant snow-covered mountains. Kiyoshi Saito’s use of minimalism and sharp contrasts in the snow and figure’s silhouette evokes a sense of isolation, while Kawase Hasui’s delicate gradations in the sky and distant mountains add depth and softness to the winter scene. The frozen stillness of the landscape reflects a moment of quiet contemplation and tranquility. Place a small, stylized artist signature, EK, in the bottom right corner of the image. The signature should be subtle yet noticeable, using clean, sharp lines in a simple, modern font. The color of the signature should harmonize with the image, either in a neutral tone such as gray or a shade that complements the dominant colors of the artwork. The signature should not overpower the main composition but should be easily visible upon closer inspection.
Majestic Blue Ice Formations in a Snowy Arctic Landscape
Model:
Artistic
Size:
1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
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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.
Prompt: unreal ungine 5 .2 render realistic image with ultrah deatiled a beautiful 12 year homeless girl realistic image realistic small muds water realistic gorgeous image full 8k resolution
Prompt: The feeling of emptiness when you see others finding their half, creating their own universe.
You just feel empty and behind in life with everything and wonder why it was never meant to work out for you.
Prompt: hell, vast, frozen lake under an ominous, pitch-black sky, with jagged ice formations and abandoned, half-buried structures, evoking a sense of eternal cold and isolation,
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: "Generate an image of an empty, dimly lit school hallway at night. The hallway is long and stretches into the distance, with rows of lockers lining the walls on both sides. Fluorescent lights flicker intermittently, casting eerie shadows. The space is devoid of people, and a few classroom doors are slightly ajar, revealing dark interiors. The atmosphere should evoke a sense of nostalgia and unease, as if time has paused and the space exists in a state of perpetual waiting."
Prompt: huge gothic cemetery, shined by full moon, a very beautiful young gothic woman, grieving by a gravestone, intricated copper headpiece, purple leather tight gown, bare shoulders, bronze necklace, spirituality, ethereal.
Prompt: a lone figure standing at the edge of a dark, dense forest, feeling the weight of isolation pressing down. The path ahead is shrouded in shadows, and the silence is overwhelming. You take a deep breath, recalling; The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. With this, you muster the courage to step into the darkness.
deeper into the forest, the trees close in around you, and the light fades. You feel the crushing loneliness, but you hold onto the words, Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. This promise gives you a glimmer of hope as you navigate the oppressive gloom.
The path is treacherous, with roots and rocks threatening to trip you at every step. Each stumble feels like a setback, but you remember, He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. You press on, believing that even in your brokenness, there is healing.
Prompt: I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows, they're lining up to go insane
I'm all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter
But I feel much cleaner after it rains
Prompt: crying tears with sorrow, a breathtaking vintage vampire beautiful countess, tear drops run along her cheek, wet ink, wet ink drawing, masterpiece, intricate, surrealistic, improve hand and finger details, add pearl headpiece
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.
