Prompt: In the early hours of dawn, as the first soft light breaks over a quiet neighborhood, a young person stands alone on the sidewalk, staring out at the world with a hesitant but determined gaze. Behind them, homes still sleep in the shadow of night, but in their eyes, a flicker of resolve stirs. Around them, a handful of neighbors begin to gather—some young, some old, each with their own worries, each carrying the weight of distant wars and the doubt of whether their voice will matter. But in this quiet moment, as they meet each other's eyes, something shifts. A silent understanding blooms among them, a shared belief that maybe, just maybe, they can push the world a little closer to peace. As they walk together toward the polling station, their footsteps echo like a heartbeat, growing stronger with every step. This is no ordinary walk; it’s the march of hope, the courage to vote not just for themselves, but for a future brighter than the past they’ve known. Illustrated, master work, drawn pencil realism
Prompt: In the soft, golden light of late afternoon, a group of young people gathers in a quiet park, their laughter and voices filling the air with a sense of purpose and promise. They stand together under the sprawling branches of an old oak tree, their expressions serious yet hopeful as they discuss ideas, dreams, and the work that lies ahead. Each face reflects a different story, a different struggle, but their eyes hold the same spark—their open hearts and brave hopes woven into a single, unbreakable thread. Around them, the world seems to hold its breath, listening, as if nature itself understands that these voices, these minds, hold the seeds of change. They are the architects of a future yet to be defined, unafraid to envision a world where all can find a place of belonging, a refuge where fear has no place to hide. In this moment, they are both young and timeless, carrying the weight of tomorrow with a strength only youth can bear.
Prompt: In the soft light of early morning, a man stands at the center of a small gathering, surrounded by a mix of familiar and new faces—young and old, each with their own stories and journeys. His gaze is warm and steady, meeting each person with respect, and there’s a quiet strength in the way he listens, his presence grounding yet open. Around him, people of all expressions and identities find space to speak, to laugh, to rest. A child watches him from the edge of the crowd, absorbing the calm assurance in his stance, sensing a safe place to grow into themselves. He stands not as a figure of command, but as a bridge, a pillar among them, embodying strength through acceptance and calm in the face of difference. The air is charged with a promise—that here, each person belongs, that here, care is given freely and deeply. His example isn’t loud or rigid but resonates like the first gentle light of dawn, inviting others to step forward, to lift, and to be lifted. Illustrated, drawn, fine detail, pencil realism, colored.
Prompt: In the fading light of dusk, a woman stands on the edge of a windswept hill, her gaze cast over a valley cloaked in twilight shadows. The air is calm but charged with an unspoken strength, a quiet power radiating from her steadfast figure. Behind her, the silhouette of a child clutches her hand, looking up with eyes wide in trust and awe. Her face is softened by a resilience earned through years of quiet battles and small, steady victories, a reflection of resolve tempered with compassion. The horizon stretches out before them, vast and open, whispering of boundless possibility and hope. With her hand gently yet firmly guiding, they take a step forward into the gathering night—each footfall a promise, each breath a vow to rise, to endure, to lead by the light that shines from within.
Prompt: A chill clung to the morning air as dawn broke over the wide, open fields. Soft tendrils of mist hovered above the ground, slowly lifting as the sun began its quiet rise, painting the sky in gentle hues of gold and amber. People moved slowly through the awakening streets of a small town, their boots crunching on dewy grass and gravel.
There was a quietness—almost sacred—stirring in the first light. Neighbors exchanged brief nods, their hands warming around cups of coffee, as if sharing something unspoken. These people, from different lives and hardened paths, looked up to see that familiar banner flying from the town hall, its stripes catching the new day. Each felt a shared pulse beneath their own heartbeats, as if in this silent communion, they remembered that their strength was not only in the lines that divided them but in the common soil they walked upon, the same hopes etched into each face.
Here, they gathered on the edge of change, knowing that something greater than themselves was worth preserving, something neither bound to fear nor anger, but to the promise of a future they would not see alone. The sun climbed higher, and as each person looked at the faces around them, they felt it—a call to unity, a step toward mending what could be healed. Together, they moved forward, not just as voters, but as guardians of the dawn, each casting their hopes into the light.
Prompt: A mystical woman with long flowing hair and a very delicate white translucent lace veil stands in a dark, ethereal environment, looking at her finger as she points towards the POV of the viewer camera and touches the screen, emanating a glowing bright light with this same finger, with radiant beams of purple and white light emanating from it, and a rippled water like effect across the screen, expression is serene, enigmatic, wearing a flowing black garment adorned with intricate patterns, background is dimly lit, almost complete darkness, a feeling of an endless void of darkness, illuminated only by very soft star-like lights, magical, ghostly, transparency, spooky, fantastical, Starburst flares, Prismatic flares, Polygonal flares, Anamorphic flares, Ghosting, Bloom, Chromatic Aberration flares, Iris flares, Bokeh flares, Veiling flares, Halo flares, Radial flares, Caustic flares, Ghost ring effects, Flare streaks
Prompt: Sabrina fair... loose train of amber dropping hair... Goddess of the silver lake... High contrast... yellow and green lilies... deep red abstract elements...beautiful Sabrina with long blonde hair by a beautiful lake... long white dress... deep blue eyes, anatomically correct, mysterious... exotic... enigmatic... surrounded by magnificent lillies and water lillies highly detailed... intricate oil on canvas... very attractive... dynamic lighting... award winning... hdr... matte background... pencil sketch... Dante Gabriel Rossetti... Auguste Herbin... Dorota Piotrowiak... ink and a scratching... splashing, blotting quill pen, irregular stroke, squiggly line... highly detailed... intricate... very attractive... oil on canvas... hypnotic and mesmerizing... blue grey smokey bokeh.... shiny silver dress... beautiful torquoise lake... Enchanting and magical atmosphere... masterpiece elaborate high quality high definition
Prompt: An image of a mysterious figure reaching out in invitation from a television screen. The background behind the figure on the screen enhances the focus on the figure. The figures hand is extended forward, fingers spread wide, creating a sense of interaction with the viewer. The television is vintage. The television screen is beveled and takes up the entirety of the image as if the image is the television screen. There is slight static on the television screen.
Prompt: Atmosphere of Japanese poetry on an autumn day, after rain, ikebana of long branches of autumn asters, in the style of Utagawa Hiroshige, by Isaac Levitan
Prompt: A bear and a owl and a rabbit playing reading poetry and drink coffe in the woods. A 20 years old girl blows bubbles .Realistic, hyperrealistic , uhd, hd, hdr, photorealism. Real animals
Prompt: Baby girl still trynna avoid me.
I’ve done too many things,
Too many things you don’t wanna see.
Called you up and you ignored my call.
How do I find you?
Now that I need you most…
I keep trying and trying,
Giving everything I can.
Girl I know he don’t worship you like I do,
And I know you know this too.
Please don’t let fear keep us apart,
Unlimited time is not something we have.
Life will keep us distracted for a while but,
Lulls will have your mind wandering.
Ubiquitous what ifs start flooding your mind.
Please don’t play it safe with him.
You know he doesn’t want all of you.
Our love will be the real thing.
Up to you now to decide what you want,
Risky love or just another templated life.
Please come to me,
And I’ll never let you go again.
Not moving a single inch.
Til my very last breath,
You know I’ll be waiting here for you.
Prompt: Victorian-inspired garden setting, young woman with fiery gaze, vintage lace corset and white dress from 1850s, vibrant and harmonious floral arrangement, lush greenery, intricate wrought iron bench, stone pathway, towering hedges, blooming roses, daisies, and lavender, dramatic lighting casting shadows, intense expression, paper crumpled on the ground, detailed botanical elements, high-resolution digital art, rich color palette of whites, greens, reds, yellows, and purples, capturing a moment of mystery and defiance, Art Nouveau influence.
Prompt: Angelo Fidelio
In shadows,
where the soul wanders,
a silent light,
true and clear—
Angelo Fidelio,
whispered in the stillness.
Sword of Truth,
cuts the night,
reveals the path,
silent and bright—
Chains dissolve,
secrets breathe.
A shield of Justice,
quietly held,
protects the heart,
where pain rests—
In the warmth of mercy,
fear melts away.
Wings of hope,
wide as the sky,
lift the weary,
peace unfolds—
In their embrace,
strength awakens.
A single light,
guides the lost,
to a quiet place,
where truth and justice meet—
In the silence,
redemption blooms.
Angelo Fidelio,
in the stillness,
hope and justice arise—
For the betrayed,
the confined,
a new dawn,
quietly breaks.
Prompt: Sabrina fair Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassie, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of Lillies knitting The loose train of thy amber dropping hair, Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save.
Prompt: Ethereal portrait of a beautiful ancient goddess. “Hmong Textile Patchwork" By Enki Bilal & Paul Klee & Jennifer Lommers & Hans Hartung & Meghan Duncanson & Mark Rothko & Dee Nickerson & Victor Brauner & Didier Lourenço & ∞
Prompt: The death of childhood is the beginning of poetry. A dreamlike image straight from the collective unconscious of men. Jung archetype: Spectrum Magazine, Graphic Novel surrealistic Comic Art by Bill Sienkiewicz, Francis Bacon, Marc Chagall, Ben Templesmith, Dave McKean, Zdzisław Beksiński, Brom, Alexandra Manukyan, Rimel Neffati, Deborah Tuberville, Andrew Wyeth, Irina Ionescu
Prompt: The death of childhood is the beginning of poetry. A dreamlike image straight from the collective unconscious of men. Jung archetype: Spectrum Magazine, Graphic Novel surrealistic Comic Art by Bill Sienkiewicz, Francis Bacon, Marc Chagall, Ben Templesmith, Dave McKean, Zdzisław Beksiński, Brom, Alexandra Manukyan, Rimel Neffati, Deborah Tuberville, Andrew Wyeth, Irina Ionescu
Prompt: gorgeous portrait of a beautiful ancient princess. “Hmong Textile Patchwork Cosmatesque By Enki Bilal & Paul Klee & Jennifer Lommers & Hans Hartung & Meghan Duncanson & Mark Rothko & Dee Nickerson & Victor Brauner & Didier Lourenço & ∞
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.
