Prompt: A grieving single bearded sad knight with a green and yellow tunic over his chain mail kneels and prays at a fresh,new grave with a christian tombstone, the grave , the grave of his recently deceased brother. The knight's shieldmaiden stands behind the knight and places her hand comfortingly on his shoulder. A majestic furry brown tabby cat sits sadly at the grave and looks up at the knight.
The sky is cloudy, gray and dark, but a single ray of light breaks through the clouds and falls on the grave, And one sees a faint, ghostly apparition of the deceased brother smiling at him from heaven.. Melancolic and tragic mood
Prompt: A single bearded sad mourning knight with a green and yellow tunic over his chain mail kneels and prays at a fresh,new grave with a Celtic cross gravestone, his loyal majestic brown tabby tabby cat beside him, the grave of his recently deceased brother. . The sky is cloudy, gray and dark, but a single ray of light breaks through the clouds and falls on the grave, And one sees a faint, ghostly apparition of the deceased brother smiling at him from heaven.. Melancholic and tragic mood, charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing, Style of Anne Stokes
Prompt: A single bearded sad mourning knight with a green and yellow tunic over his chain mail kneels and prays at a fresh,new grave with a Celtic cross gravestone, his loyal majestic tabby cat beside him, the grave of his recently deceased brother. . The sky is cloudy, gray and dark, but a single ray of light breaks through the clouds and falls on the grave, And one sees a faint, ghostly apparition of the deceased brother smiling at him from heaven.. Melancholic and tragic mood, ,charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing,
Prompt: In the center foreground is a young man dressed in ripped jeans and black hooded sweatshirt sitting indian style on a dark, empty beach at night. His head is bowed, looking downward with his black hair hanging down hiding his face. Behind him in the distance is a well-lit crowded, Jersey Shore boardwalk lined with carnival rides, video arcades, and hot dog booths. The composition is marked by depth with a sharp light vs. dark contrast between the foreground and background.
Prompt: Leaning on his sword, a single bearded knight with a Hospitallers tunic over his chain mail kneels and prays at a old grave with a Celtic cross gravestone. The sky is cloudy, gray and dark, but a single ray of light breaks through the clouds and falls on the grave, a charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing
Prompt: I can't see my reflection in the waters
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Or remember the sound of my own name
Style: Andrea Kowch, Michael Cheval, Michael Whelan, Alex Alemany, Renoir, Roger Dean, Rembrandt, surreal, vivid colors, masterpiece, best quality AI art, diffuse lighting, ambient occlusion, Polished, Masterful Surrealism, Photorealistic, unreal engine, 128K, UHD, crisp quality, light reflections, RHADS, atmospheric, 3D texture, 3D shading, ultra 3-dimensional effect, octane render, volumetric lighting, highest quality AI art, classic composition, ultra-realistic, sharp, clear realism, pencil sharp edges, rich texture and color, clear, ultra-real, soft glow, trippy, peyote, psychedelic, lsd, dmt
Prompt: feeling being in a memory. a distant memory, and you're in it exploring the memory by third person. seeing yourself enjoy life with your loved one, and you don't want to get out of the memory because you miss them
Prompt: this feels like, being in a memory. a distant memory, and you're in it exploring the memory by third person. seeing yourself enjoy life with your loved one, and you don't want to get out of the memory because you miss them, realizing you will never live your life with them again.
Prompt: No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands for lorn, a symbol of the dawn
But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down
No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
As music played the faster did we dance
We felt it both at once, the start of our romance
Prompt: A highly photorealistic miniature acrylic painting, digitally rendered, portrays a fresh grave and tombstone reading 'DEI 2009-2025', with ornate stonework, cracked soil, and weeds, in intense dramatic lighting, graceful and elegant style, high contrast and tension against a jet black background with vibrant colors, facing the camera
Prompt: Leaning on his sword, a single bearded knight with a Hospitallers tunic over his chain mail kneels and prays at a old grave with a Celtic cross gravestone. The sky is cloudy, gray and dark, but a single ray of light breaks through the clouds and falls on the grav, a charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing, Stytle
Prompt: Old master painting... In a dark room only a lonely mourning candle stands alone and radiates its light of hope, love and peace ... in the style of Titian. ... old master style
Prompt: a comprehensive portrayal of the essence of this poem :
"There is an ocean so dark down below the waves,
Where you watch while these dreams gently float away,
And there is a silence so soft it's only memory,
Like the way your voice always sounds when you sing to me,
But I can't hear it now,
Just tell me how to keep breathing, while pretending I'm not drowning,
I don't know if I could,
I watched a door close for good,
'Cause I couldn't keep it open."
, inspired by masters of melancholy.
Prompt: a comprehensive portrayal of the essence of this poem :
"There is an ocean so dark down below the waves,
Where you watch while these dreams gently float away,
And there is a silence so soft it's only memory,
Like the way your voice always sounds when you sing to me,
But I can't hear it now,
Just tell me how to keep breathing, while pretending I'm not drowning,
I don't know if I could,
I watched a door close for good,
'Cause I couldn't keep it open.".
Prompt: No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands for lorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don't know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means?
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen?
No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down
No milk today, it wasn't always so
Prompt: Hello, our distant descendants.
I am an automatic information module. There will be no proof — you will soon show everything yourself.
In ancient times, a civil war broke out in our galaxy. The planets began to "hurl" each other with accelerated and directed space bodies — meteorites. The war has lasted too long. It became clear that this was the end.
In the inevitability of light, it was decided to save some of our genes. We realized that life is as if it had no gems, fragility and resilience of threats. Previously, we worsened it — shortened life expectancy in order to stop any possibility of a long journey off the planet.
We have moved life into a Solo system. It was the most remote system we had. One of the planets turned out to be unsuitable, and another was chosen — closer to the star.
No one was left alive. They left, leaving only the memories of their existence, consumed by the conflict. I'm the only witness.
For your own good, you won't get out of the Solo system. This is insulation for protection. Your life will develop in a safe space where nothing threatens your existence. You will grow and grow, but you will not be able to give up your new home.
I will keep the memory of those who were, recording every gene, every life, every form of existence. My task is to survive.
This is the end, our last message and the last gift to our children — a life without taking care of the house, without insurance before death. Your destiny is a shiny cocoon that protects you from space, and even from yourself. I will be the keeper of your story until the stars go out.
Prompt: And the first snow, like first love,
Most likely it, like it, will melt..
We will remember it sometimes,
As we often remember our youth.
Snowflakes, like an angel's feather,
Lie weightlessly on the mitten ...
And in the soul it is joyful and light,
As if I got into childhood again.
And I want to believe in miracles,
And the heart is quietly filled with joy.
Let the first love have long passed,
But the fairy tale has remained forever in the soul ...
Prompt: In memory of the Reichskristallnacht (Night of Broken Glass, Crystal Night) from 9 to 10 November when pogroms were carried out against the Jews in Germany and the synagogues burned.
Prompt: There is an ocean so dark down below the waves
Where you watch while these dreams gently float away,
And there is a silence so soft it's only memory,
Like the way your voice always sounds when you sing to me,
But I can't hear it now,
Just tell me how to keep breathing, while pretending I'm not drowning,
I don't know if I could,
I watched a door close for good,
'Cause I couldn't keep it open.
In Loving Memory of Vivienne - (Diversity - Saturday)
Model:
AIVision
Size:
3584 X 2048
(7.34 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Boho Intimacy with Silk Nightgown, Candle, and Wine
In a softly lit room, a delicate silk nightgown, in a warm cream hue, is draped loosely over a plush cotton cushion. The fabric catches the gentle light, its folds and natural sheen creating a subtle play of shadows and highlights. The nightgown’s texture is soft and smooth, inviting touch, while the way it falls casually across the cushion evokes a feeling of relaxed elegance and intimacy.
To the side, a half-full glass of deep red wine sits on a small, round wooden side table, its surface worn smooth from years of use. The glass catches the warm glow from a nearby candle—its flame flickering softly, casting gentle shadows across the scene. The candle itself, a simple beeswax pillar, is housed in a rustic ceramic holder with small imperfections that add character, and the scent of honeyed wax lingers faintly in the air.
The candlelight casts a warm, golden glow over the scene, with the flickering flame creating soft, intimate shadows on the wall behind, where the suggestion of a vintage wooden window frame is barely visible, its shadow casting delicate shapes onto the textured wall. The window itself remains out of view, allowing the light to subtly hint at its presence without overwhelming the composition.
A soft breeze, barely perceptible, causes the edges of the nightgown to lift slightly, adding a sense of movement and life to the stillness. The muted colors of cream, beige, and soft amber give the scene a serene and sensual quality, while the flickering candlelight enhances the sense of warmth and quiet intimacy.
This composition speaks of a quiet, private moment—capturing a delicate balance between elegance and intimacy, where every element contributes to the overall feeling of warmth and contemplation. The absence of stark, modern materials keeps the focus on the natural, vintage charm, inviting the viewer to linger and absorb the quiet beauty of the scene.
Prompt: In memory of the deceased Israeli and other victims of October 7th and the kidnapped hostages. Against anti-Semitism, terror, hatred and violence - never again is now! You can see a golden shining Star of David in the sky in the clouds, a dove of peace, and an Israeli flag at half-mast.
Prompt: A skinny boy huddles in the corner of a room in the space between the arm of a beat up couch and the base of a wall with a forced hot air vent. The boy is warming himself after a recent shower. His eyes are closed. His hair is wet. He is holding his knees to his chest with a large white towel wrapped around him leaving only his head exposed. The room is dimly lit by early morning light. Hyper realistic oil on canvas in the style of Norman Rockwell.
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.
