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 Chinese ink painting in a traditional style, portrait orientation. The scene is set at night, showing a lone, distressed young wild goose separated from its flock. The goose, with a slender and forlorn silhouette, lets out a sorrowful cry beneath a dark sky. In the background, faint outlines of distant mountains and barren trees enhance the feeling of isolation. The use of soft ink washes and delicate brush strokes conveys a haunting, melancholic atmosphere, reflecting the sadness of being lost and alone.
Prompt: A Chinese ink painting in a traditional style, portrait orientation. The scene is set at night, showing a lone, distressed young wild goose separated from its flock. The goose, with a slender and forlorn silhouette, lets out a sorrowful cry beneath a dark sky. In the background, faint outlines of distant mountains and barren trees enhance the feeling of isolation. The use of soft ink washes and delicate brush strokes conveys a haunting, melancholic atmosphere, reflecting the sadness of being lost and alone.
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
Serene Misty Wetlands Landscape on a Foggy Morning with Grass and Reflections
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
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Prompt: A faint mist clings to the fens, rising from the damp earth in ghostly tendrils. The ground is soft and spongy, a patchwork of wet grasses and shallow pools, the water reflecting the grey sky above. The air is heavy with moisture, the scent of peat and decaying vegetation thick in your lungs. The horizon is barely visible through the mist, and the only sounds are the distant croak of frogs and the occasional rustle of reeds. The fens feel hidden, secretive, as if they hold memories long forgotten beneath the murky waters. The stillness is unnerving, the silence broken only by the faintest sound of the land shifting under the weight of time. Expansive landscape, by Albert Bierstadt, grandeur and scale, natural world, diverse and monumental architectural structure, designed by Étienne-Louis Boullée, visionary and grandiose designs, dramatic sky, dynamic clouds, of J.M.W. Turner, depth, emotion, sense of awe, vastness, grandeur, environment.
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
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: 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
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.
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: 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
Model:
DreamForge
Size:
1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
Used settings:
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.
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.
