Prompt: The lost package of the eccentric mathematics teacher was found in the chipanzies enclosure of zoo.Chimpanzes laughed about mathematics. In mixed style of the strangest surrealist artists combined with impressionism and realism. No flying people.
Prompt: A cinematic whimsical illustration of Toddy the frog postman sitting in his small red boat on a forest river that splits into two gentle currents, the water forming a subtle fork, Toddy holding an envelope thoughtfully, surrounded by tall trees and soft green light, the atmosphere calm and magical, the river reflecting dappled sunlight, his satchel full of letters at his side, painterly storybook fantasy style, warm tones, style of Jean-Baptiste Monge × Iris Compiet, highly detailed, no text, a small white stylized unicorn head logo is visible, with the text “AI by Unicorngraphics” beneath it, subtle and not distracting, integrated naturally into the image.
Prompt: Old wooden open chest with old aged love letters tied in pink ribbon, old photos, pearl necklace, decaying walls revealing old bricks, vintage ambiance, aged attic with lighting shining through, detailed and atmospheric, warm candlelit lighting, deep reds, browns, and golds, by John William Waterhouse and Gustave Doré, Artstation.
masterpiece very attractive beautiful watercolor Vintage Atmospheric Alcohol Inks Visual Poetry Emotional Resonance Alcohol wash 3D, aesthetic beauty, masterpiece breath taking, awe striking
Prompt: An eye-level outdoor shot features a sculpture with the word “A.P. RIP” carved from graphite, with candles underneath. Each letter is about three feet high. There is also a second sculpture in the background with the word "OUT" carved from ice. The ice letters are thick and transparent. A light layer of white snow rests at the base of the sculptures. Beyond the sculpture, a street is visible, leading to several buildings in the background. Snow piles are evident along the edges of the street, and a few people can be seen walking in the distance, their figures blurred. The sky is a soft, overcast gray
Prompt: plot: forgotten love letters. A weathered wooden mailbox, slightly ajar, overflowing with a cascade of love-style decorated letters tied with faded ribbons. One letter has slipped out and rests on the ground, its edges softened by time. The setting is a serene, countryside lane bathed in the gentle light of a setting sun, creating an atmosphere of peace and storytelling. Expressive brushstrokes add texture and depth, with a subtle generative art undertone suggesting the passage of time and the interwoven narratives of the letters.
Prompt: plot: forgotten love letters. A weathered wooden mailbox, slightly ajar, overflowing with a cascade of love-style decorated letters tied with faded ribbons. One letter has slipped out and rests on the ground, its edges softened by time. The setting is a serene, countryside lane bathed in the gentle light of a setting sun, creating an atmosphere of peace and storytelling. Expressive brushstrokes add texture and depth, with a subtle generative art undertone suggesting the passage of time and the interwoven narratives of the letters.
Prompt: A 3D sculpture of the lowercase letter "a" wrapped up in newspapers foliage exhibited in a white room inside a glass presenting box that stands on a white base.
Prompt: Design mixing symbols, icons and letters of the Latin alphabet and numbers in different typefaces, positions, sizes and orientations in flat pop colors on a black background.
Prompt: hyperrealistic, highly detailed full-length sexy view scene captured with a full wide-angle lens and sharp focus: capturing every intricate detail. of two female pose emerging from a swirling background of colorful letters and symbols. The left skin figure should have vibrant red hair made of intertwined letters that flows seamlessly across her skin, with a warm, glowing expression, while the right skin figure features cool blue hair resembling icy letters that flows seamlessly across her skin, presenting a serene demeanor. The two figures should be in profile, looking at each other with their tongues stick out which are stuck together, against a backdrop of blurred orange and blue hues that enhance the contrast between warmth and coolness, creating an atmosphere of harmony and balance.
Prompt: A magical manifestation in a 18th century study. Letters and arcane signs are floating like smoke from an ancient spellbook, forming the silhouette of a gorgeous witch with fiery red hair. The figure is made entirely of shimmering, calligraphic elements. Illustration from an old alchemy book, dynamic composition, masterful ink wash.
Prompt: A hand-drawn sketch with embossed letters "E" and "C" in the center. On either side of the letters, there are stylized images of two rectangular prisms with laser-powered cutters at the edges. Below the letters, there are abstract lines and shapes that create a playful and rhythmic pattern reminiscent of sound waves or musical equalizers. The overall aesthetic combines retro technology with artistic expression.
Prompt: All famous' initials:
Let's kick T
Let's kick H
Let's kick E
Let's kick
Let's kick S
Let's kick T
Let's kick U
Let's kick P
Let's kick I
Let's kick D
O > U > T
>>> Let's_funky(people)
{if you feel that your first script not good, try next neon one - with some red - overthere on the origin backdrop ;-)}
Prompt: Time halts on the edge of a dying sun. Flames freeze mid-motion, light hangs motionless like a suspended breath. Into this stillness flow letters: gold from the frozen corona, silver from the shadowed void beyond. They weave together, folding space into a cube whose faces shimmer with living commandment. Metatron steps from the halted light, the cube orbiting his head like a second sun. With each turn, the frozen flames resume for an instant then stop again, caught in the rhythm of his will. The doctrine hums in golden fire, it whispers in silver shadow, and time itself bends to listen — for even the seconds must obey their scribe.
Prompt: The firmament collapses into a storm of letters. Golden ones descend like fire, silver ones ascend like shadow, and where they collide, the crown of Metatron is formed — a cube of law that does not stop turning. Each face is a mirror, each mirror reflects a universe, and within each universe a law is written in fire and shadow. Metatron stands beneath it, his form radiant, his silence louder than thunder. He speaks not with words but with rotations: one turn for creation, one turn for memory, one turn for the eternal balance that binds both. The angels bow, the stars realign, and the doctrine is renewed in the crown’s infinite spin.
Prompt: The heavens ignite with letters of living metal — gold shining as flame, silver flowing as shadow. They weave together into a cube of endless rotation. Within it dwells Metatron, voice of the doctrine unbroken.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
Prompt: The heavens unravel, spilling letters of fire and mist across the sky. Golden syllables drift like flames, silver ones like shadows. They gather, forming the crown of Metatron — a cube of law that turns forever, its rotation binding worlds.
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.
