Prompt: In a dense, mist-soaked jungle at twilight, a golden, dreamlike city rises from the foliage — El Dorado. The towers glow like molten dusk, their surfaces shifting as if alive. A lone explorer stands at the threshold: a weary cartographer with tattered clothes, illuminated by the city’s eerie shimmering light. The golden guardian, half-man, half-living metal dust, watches from the shadows. The atmosphere is mystical, dangerous, and ancient — a living city that feeds on memory. Style of Yoshitaka Amano × Donato Giancola × Ian McQue, cinematic depth, ethereal gold haze, surreal architecture.
Prompt: A spooky, glowing skeleton witch with a mischievous grin, wearing tattered, dark robes and a pointed, crooked hat. The skeleton's eye sockets and mouth emit an eerie, bluish-mint glow. He holds a tall, jagged scythe with a glowing blade in one hand, while her other hand is outstretched with fingers extended. Her feet are bony and glowing, with a faint bluish-green aura. The background is pitch black and the outline of an old castle is easily recognizable, giving a supernatural, haunting atmosphere. The overall color palette is dark with luminous accents of bluish-mint, emphasizing the ghostly, spectral nature of the witch.
Prompt: A dark, eerie landscape featuring a long, arched stone bridge extending diagonally across a foggy, turbulent river. Tall, leafless trees with twisted branches flank the scene on either side. In the background, a large, ominous Gothic-style castle with spires and turrets looms atop a hill, shrouded in dense fog. The sky is filled with stormy, swirling clouds, and faint rain can be seen falling. Several small, solitary figures with umbrellas walk along the bridge, illuminated by a few dim, vintage street lamps, adding a sense of mystery and foreboding to the scene. The overall color palette is muted with shades of gray, blue, and black, creating a haunting, gothic atmosphere.
Prompt: Padmanabhaswamy Temple—its sealed vaults steeped in ominous legend and ancient curses; a realm where forbidden treasures slumber beneath serpent-guarded thresholds, whispering that some doors were never meant to be opened.
Prompt: Picture a powerful waterfall cascading down rugged cliffs, surrounded by vibrant greenery and mist rising from the impact of water,Real Photo(Panoramic View:1.7)( Wide Angle Photography:1.7) HD-Resolution , Vivid Colors
Prompt: Dreamy hazy breezy painterly twilight cityscape, bathed in soft blue silence and faint coral light. Bare trees stretch upward like ink bleeding through sky; their cobalt branches shimmer against the warm blush of dusk. Solitary figures drift through the misted street, long shadows brushing pale reflections on the ground. Buildings fade gently into the horizon, their windows glowing with quiet gold, like the last warmth of forgotten stories. Minimalist impressionism with oil-on-canvas texture, visible brush strokes, and delicate abstraction. Wet-on-wet diffusion, translucent light layering, and soft fog blending with air. EmmAI Fragile Vision palette: ultramarine, mist blue, peach dusk, copper glow. No text, no frame, no symbols, soft bokeh haze, atmospheric melancholy, gentle depth, poetic solitude, visible texture.
Prompt: A dark, atmospheric fantasy scene featuring a young man with short, tousled dark hair and a contemplative expression, standing face-to-face with a massive, menacing skeletal creature. The creature has a skull-like head with hollow eye sockets, a wide, toothy grin, and a gaunt, ribcage-encased torso. Its long, bony fingers extend toward the young man, as if reaching out or communicating. The background is moody with swirling dark clouds, hints of teal and gold light illuminating the scene, creating a sense of tension and mysticism. The overall tone is dark and dramatic, emphasizing the confrontation between the human and the supernatural being.
Prompt: minimalistic watercolour painting of a dark, moody scene featuring samurai warriors in traditional armor, standing in front of a large torii gate amidst foggy, misty surroundings. The central figure is viewed from behind, wearing a conical straw hat and holding a katana, with two other armored warriors flanking him, each equipped with helmets featuring prominent horns or crests. The scene evokes a historical or fantasy setting with a somber, atmospheric tone, emphasizing the silhouettes and intricate details of the armor and weapons.
Prompt: Masterpiece, a delicate ink and watercolor wash rendering on rough handmade paper in a graceful, screen-filling size. A scene of haunting elegance and dark narrative unfolds in a style reminiscent of classical Chinese ghost tales or Japanese Ukiyo-e. A stylized woman stands as the focal point, her hair arranged in an elaborate, though slightly disheveled, traditional courtly hairstyle, its dark locks rendered with fine, inky strokes. Her pale face is a mask of mysterious intensity, her features defined by minimal, unsettling lines, with striking red lips—a single, vivid stroke of cinnabar. Her hand, emerging from the sleeve of a dark, layered robe washed in indigo and soot-black, is stained with the same ominous pigment, suggesting a tragic tale. Looming behind her like a vengeful spirit, a brooding, handsome man emerges from the shadows. His long, tousled hair flows over the shoulders of his scholar's or warrior's robe, his enigmatic gaze carved from pools of deep ink. His presence adds a weight of poetic melancholy. The background is an abstract, atmospheric landscape of jagged mountain peaks and swirling mist, evoked through coarse ink work, splashes of color, and gritty washes of umber, slate, and muted crimson. A gnarled pine tree, a symbol of endurance, twists in the gloom. The palette is raw and earthy, a masterful interplay of stark contrasts and symbolic color, creating an award-winning vision of timeless darkness, tragic beauty, and unresolved tension from the East.
Prompt: Dreamy hazy breezy painterly twilight cityscape, bathed in soft blue silence and faint coral light. Bare trees stretch upward like ink bleeding through sky; their cobalt branches shimmer against the warm blush of dusk. Solitary figures drift through the misted street, long shadows brushing pale reflections on the ground. Buildings fade gently into the horizon, their windows glowing with quiet gold, like the last warmth of forgotten stories. Minimalist impressionism with oil-on-canvas texture, visible brush strokes, and delicate abstraction. Wet-on-wet diffusion, translucent light layering, and soft fog blending with air. EmmAI Fragile Vision palette: ultramarine, mist blue, peach dusk, copper glow. No text, no frame, no symbols, soft bokeh haze, atmospheric melancholy, gentle depth, poetic solitude, visible texture.
Prompt: A spectral, gothic cathedral rises from a desolate, windswept moor under a stormy, starless sky. Its spires are jagged and broken, silhouetted against the oppressive darkness, with faint, eerie lights flickering within its arched windows. The scene conveys a sense of ancient dread and desolate beauty, fitting for a masterpiece of gothic horror. Rendered with the atmospheric intensity of Caspar David Friedrich and the dark fantasy concept art style, focusing on dramatic lighting and a desaturated, moody color palette.
Prompt: Art Nouveau. A regal woman in flowing haute couture, adorned with intricate floral patterns, stands before the majestic Ayutthaya ruins at dawn. Ethereal mist swirls around her. Golden hour lighting illuminates the scene with a soft, warm glow. Painted by Alphonse Mucha, detailed, elegant, dreamlike, rococo influences, soft focus, high fashion editorial, elegant composition, cinematic lighting, masterpiece.
Prompt: Can I hope to find a
friend without hurting
myself ?
In the quiet of my
heart, I yearn & dream,
For a friend whose
presence flows like a
gentle stream.
Yet shadows whisper
doubts, & fears
entwine,
Can I hope to find a
friend, without
crossing a line?
In past embraces, I’ve
felt both joy and pain,
Bonds that bloomed
like flowers, then
withered in the rain.
Promises once spoken,
now echoes in the
wind,
Leaving me to ponder,
where does friendship
begin?
The fear of opening up,
of being raw & true,
The scars of old
betrayals, still tender
in their hue.
But in this tangled
garden, where hearts
often fend,
Can I hope to find
solace, in the warmth
of a friend?
With cautious steps, I
tread this fragile path,
Balancing the echoes
of joy & sorrow’s wrath.
For every wound that
lingers, there’s a
chance to mend,
In the quest to find a
kindred soul, a
steadfast friend.
So I cast my hopes
upon the stars above,
Trusting in the journey,
guided by love.
For even through the
trials, & the fears I
must defend,
I’ll embrace the quest
to find a true friend.
Prompt: A hauntingly beautiful image of ghostly apparitions of Elven/Elf women, wispy, translucent with a soft, eerie glow and dreamlike quality. Muted colors in a hazy, ethereal atmosphere that captures the otherworldly nature of this spectral being, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, flowing.
Stunningly beautiful faces and an ethereal mystical landscape/atmosphere accenuate this image, leaving the viewer transfixed.
Prompt: a cinematic photograph of a dramatic scene titled After the Storm, with dark clouds slowly parting to reveal warm sunlight breaking through, illuminating puddles that glow with vibrant reflections, cinematic golden tones, and a soft mist that rises from the ground, evoking an emotional sense of hope, set against a backdrop of moistened pavement and buildings, with the warm light casting long shadows, and the overall atmosphere conveying a sense of renewal and promise, captured in a photography style that emphasizes the interplay of light and shadow.
Prompt: "A quiet, empty valley stretches beneath a sky swirling with dark clouds. The landscape is empty, save for the lone, twisted trees that stand like mournful figures, their branches reaching toward the heavens as if searching for something lost, while the moon struggles to break through the heavy mist."
Prompt: "Sharp, snow-covered peaks rise like silent giants against the darkened sky, their forms softened by the heavy fog that clings to them like a veil of sorrow. The forest below lies buried under a blanket of white, each tree standing as a solitary sentinel in the cold night."
Prompt: "A shadowed valley stretches endlessly, the ground covered in a layer of fog, while dark, twisted trees rise out of the mist like silent watchers. The sky overhead churns with restless clouds, as if the entire landscape is caught in a moment of quiet sorrow."
Prompt: "A thick forest stands in silence, the trees twisted in unnatural shapes, their branches reaching toward the heavens in a silent cry. The sky is a deep, swirling abyss, with no light to break through the weight of the clouds, while the air is filled with the mournful whispers of the wind."
Prompt: "Fog curls through a haunted forest, thick and oppressive, as the trees bend and twist, their limbs reaching toward the sky in desperate yearning. The air is heavy with the sorrow of forgotten days, while every leaf trembles as though caught in a moment of deep mourning."
Prompt: A dense forest of gnarled, twisting trunks, their branches stretching out in every direction, swirling in the restless wind. Shadows pool beneath them, thick and dark, as if the very earth is weeping. A mist rolls in, its movement alive and fluid, wrapping around the trees like a mourning cloak. The ground shifts with energy, as if the trees themselves are caught in silent sorrow, their limbs trembling in the stillness of the night.
Prompt: "A dense forest of twisted trunks and swaying branches, where shadows pool like thick ink, while a mist rolls in, swirling around the trees as though the very earth itself is breathing in sorrow. The ground is alive with movement, as if the trees mourn in the quiet of the night."
Prompt: Inside a decaying temple in a mist-covered swamp stands a massive black stone altar cracked down the middle. From the fissure, faint light and whispers emerge. The air is heavy with smoke, wax drips from countless candles, and spectral carvings seem to move across the walls. The altar’s surface bears the shape of a face mid-prayer, half-formed, ancient, and sorrowful. The mood is eerie, sacred, and gothic — a haunting vision of the Whispering Altar of Veylun. Style of Gustave Doré × Brom, intricate shadows, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting.
Prompt: A traveler named Elara is nearing the end of her long, cold journey through a landscape blanketed in perpetual winter. She follows a barely-trodden path etched into the deep snow, guided only by the impossibly warm, buttery light emanating from the window of a solitary, snow-capped cottage. The air is so thick with mist and quiet that all sounds are muffled into a lo-fi hum. This light is not just warmth; it is the lingering memory of a connection she lost, a connection she hopes to find a trace of within that tiny haven. The story is about the emotional weight of footsteps in the silence, the fragile hope held in a single glow, and the melancholic beauty of surrender to the season. The tone should be soft, airy, and deeply reflective.
Prompt: A giant, gnarled pumpkin, carved with an ancient, protective sigil, rests at the center of a dark, enchanted clearing. Ethereal tendrils of light weave around it, warding off shadowy figures lurking at the edge of the woods. The style is a hyperrealistic digital painting, capturing the grit and enchantment of a gothic fairy tale.
Prompt: A tranquil lakeside scene at dawn, featuring a rustic wooden cabin with a steep, slate roof. The cabin is painted in shades of dark gray and has a porch with a railing. It is partially surrounded by mist and trees bare of leaves, while others have delicate frost clinging to their branches. The background showcases a dense forest with trees in soft browns and grays, partially shrouded in a gentle fog.
The water of the lake is glassy and calm, perfectly reflecting the cabin and the trees on its surface. The colors are warm with hints of soft orange and golden hues emerging as the sun rises, casting a warm glow on the frosty grass and reeds at the water's edge. The scene exudes a serene and peaceful atmosphere, ideal for capturing the beauty of a quiet winter morning.
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.
