Prompt: Highest details, ultra hyper realism. highly detailed and realistic, intricate and highly professional artwork, an absolute masterpiece. This is a highly detailed, futuristic CGI image showcasing a sleek, gigantic, high-tech space yacht cruising through space. The yacht features a streamlined design with large, curved windows and a glass dome on top, revealing an interior with circular lounge areas, pools and lush greenery. The lighting is soft, natural, and diffused, highlighting the yacht's glossy surface. The background is a scenic nebula with brilliant stars and smaller spacecraft, creating a sense of depth. The overall aesthetic quality is very high, with a focus on luxury and advanced design. The camera angle is slightly elevated view off the front port side, emphasizing the space yacht's grandeur.
--mod futuristic luxury, --mod scenic view
Prompt: Across a windless desert of fractured crystal, the Shard Envoy walks alone. The horizon is an orchestra of silence—mile-high monoliths rising from dunes of powdered glass, their facets catching the low sun. Each tower hums faintly, resonating with the memory of every sound ever spoken here. Within the translucent depths, threads of light drift and twist—echoes of words fossilized in the lattice. When the Envoy passes, the monoliths awaken, refracting those memories into slow auroral motion.
She carries a tuning staff of harmonic alloy, emitting tones below hearing. At her approach, the shards respond: spectral veins flare to life, colors rippling through crystal strata in time with her movements. The air trembles with vibration so deep it feels like gravity itself breathing. Every step she takes stirs forgotten dialogue, fragments of language dissolving into light. Some monoliths pulse in mourning tones, others whisper in fractured color, their luminescence fading as the frequencies settle.
Camera follows her through the crystalline field: her silhouette mirrored a thousand times in the angled faces, each reflection vibrating at a slightly different phase. Dust motes float in suspension, bending light into spectral arcs. A single touch from her staff sends harmonic rings radiating outward, activating distant towers until the desert glows like a frozen aurora. In the silence that follows, the light ebbs—leaving behind only faint resonance, as if the world is still listening.
--mod crystalline phononic monoliths, --mod refracted echo light, --mod spectral vibration memory, --mod harmonic resonance field, --mod glass desert atmosphere, --mod digital-illustrative cinematic realism, --mod AIVision refraction fidelity, --mod Flux vibrational inheritance, --mod hyperreal internal glow physics, --mod auroral light diffusion, --mod Fossian compositional scale, --mod Mobius conceptual stillness, --mod mythic solitude tone
Prompt: A spoolship drifts through dawn’s ionized veil, suspended above a gas‑giant auroral rim where color bends around gravity. From ventral bays unspool filament harpoons—gossamer lines sipping plasma from the planet’s luminous crown, each thread a living conduit of gold‑blue current. Crew move in sacred synchrony, magnet boots kissing heat‑scored plating; gestures clean, economical, ritual. Blue fire wreathes gloves and visors, runs along edge seals, chases telemetry across carbon‑ceramic panels; every touch sings through hull seams as faint harmonics. Tension ripples the filaments; micro‑winches meter draw with jeweled precision, brake drums glowing like buried embers. Along the ship’s spine, baffles open and close in measured cadence, shepherding captured charge toward cryo‑batteries that throb with muted heartbeat. Below, the planet’s crown folds and unfurls—curtains of violet and teal collapsing into rivers of molten brass. Faint particulates lift in photonic drift; dust becomes scripture, each mote inscribing the air with thin, vanishing alphabets of light. Aft camera mast slews; lens irises step to hold dynamic range as first limb‑light breaks the curve. Sun tips horizon. Every filament flares, gold racing the lines toward the chassis in a rush so sudden the crew stills from instinctive reverence. Harpoon tips bead star‑bright, tethers carve clean diagonals through vapor; afterimages hang like calligraphy above the aurora. Visors mirror a second sunrise blooming along the ship’s own geometry—trim plates and chamfers rimmed in fire, telemetry glyphs blinking amber where blue ruled before. Faint exhalations of vapor stream from cooling fins and tumble into the wake like braided silk. On the dorsal catwalk a tech pauses mid‑gesture, glove raised, palm luminous; another braces a line as load climbs, readouts stepping from safe to sanctified. No fanfare, no audience, only quiet comms and the tremor of light behaving like matter. For a breath the vessel seems to wear the morning—architecture of dawn stitched onto armor—then the surge settles, gold cooling to disciplined cobalt, and work resumes. Joy arrives as recognition: we were here, when sun met harvest and wrote its name across our hull, once, perfectly, never again.
--mod solar-harvest, --mod auroral-plasma, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod refractedlight, --mod chromaticflare, --mod plasmafilament, --mod dawn-horizon, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod ultrarealism, --mod cinematic-depth, --mod reflective-metal, --mod hard-sci-fi, --mod mythic-scale, --mod microtexture-detail, --mod structuregrain, --mod radiantdust, --mod dynamicmotion, --mod chromatic-contrast, --mod glimmerhighlight, --mod diffusionsoftlight, --mod photonic-haze, --mod epic-realism, --mod vapor-refraction
Prompt: A battle-hardened space cowboy stands at the edge of a dusty, barren terrain on a distant planet, gazing out into the vast expanse of the alien sky with a mix of weariness and wonder. His weathered face is set in a determined expression, with deep creases etched by years of experience and countless close calls. A well-worn, beat-up cowboy hat clings to his head, its brim frayed and singed from years of exposure to the unforgiving radiation of the Rim Worlds. By his side trots a yellow Labrador Retriever, a loyal and trusty companion who has been with him through thick and thin on countless missions. The dog's coat is matted and dirty, but its eyes still shine bright with a fierce intelligence and devotion to its master. As the cowboy bends down to scratch the dog behind the ears, his worn leather jacket flapping open to reveal a pair of battered, scuffed-up boots that have seen their fair share of adventure. The air around them is thick with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of space itself has been woven from the threads of countless battles and narrow escapes. Full shot, eye level, soft focus :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition
Prompt: Above the storm’s crown, the Skywell fortress floats in fractured majesty—a citadel of fused dirigibles and armored decks chained together in suspension, engines thrumming with plasma-blue fire. Its hulls are patched with centuries of repairs, each balloon and strut etched with battle scars and graffiti. Lightning coils around the structure like serpents guarding a throne. Beneath, the cloud sea seethes, and from that churning abyss rise the raiders of the lower skies.
The first wave erupts from the clouds: gliders built from salvaged wings and carbon filament, jetpack fighters trailing vapor, and assault craft firing plasma harpoons that crackle with contained lightning. They anchor themselves to the Skywell’s underside, magnetic tethers hissing as they bite into scorched metal. Defenders rush along catwalks suspended between hulls, rifles spitting tracer fire into mist. The battle becomes a storm within the storm—every movement painted in light and vapor.
Camera drifts through the chaos: a plasma harpoon impales a gasbag, igniting a halo of neon flame that blooms against the twilight sky. Below, the raiders’ gliders spiral through turbulent drafts, their wings folding and flaring like predatory birds. Above, the Skywell’s engines roar, venting gouts of plasma to maintain altitude. Chains strain and creak under the assault, each link glowing orange with friction heat. The fortress is both leviathan and labyrinth—its decks shaking under bombardment, its shadows alive with fire.
No one here fights for conquest. The defenders cling to the last safe airspace; the raiders climb for survival. The siege is gravity’s war against flight. As dusk deepens, both sides vanish into luminous stormclouds—the Skywell adrift, wounded but unbroken, its light diffusing through the maelstrom like a dying sun refusing to fall.
--mod plasma harpoon assault, --mod hybrid dirigible fortress, --mod chained airship citadel, --mod stormlight volumetrics, --mod vapor trail motion blur, --mod digital-illustrative cinematic realism, --mod hyperreal material fidelity, --mod AIVision optic discipline, --mod reflective armor surfaces, --mod low-angle kinetic composition, --mod Fossian industrial scope, --mod Mobius conceptual vastness, --mod flux-motion lighting verbs, --mod smoke and plasma color contrast, --mod mythic survival tone
Prompt: A squadron of skimmer-sleds streaks along the knife-edge rim of a gas giant’s upper atmosphere, their engines shearing contrails of ionized vapor across a roiling horizon of color. Each rider—an Ion Cartographer—balances in the flux between artistry and annihilation. They trail tether-drones that paint living auroral lattices, mapping turbulence itself in glowing geometry. At point, the lead cartographer raises a gloved hand, wrist sensors flaring like captured suns, commanding the storm to part.
The sky is an ocean of liquid magnetism—amber and cyan clouds curling in colossal gyres, folds of plasma peeling back under titanic forces. Bolts of violet lightning crawl silently through transparent strata, exposing glimpses of planetary curvature below. The horizon curves in luminous sweep; dawn on one side, electrical night on the other. Bands of charged dust ripple like surf beneath the sleds, throwing mirrored reflections of the storm above.
The gas giant’s magnetic squall convulses. Waves of pressure distort the aurora lattice, folding light like fabric. The lead cartographer’s gesture sends a pulse through the tether network—drones whip outward, recalibrating position. Threads of light arc into new alignment, forming a glowing corridor that momentarily stabilizes the maelstrom. Behind them, one sled skims too low—its hull grazes a charged current and erupts in streaming radiance before righting again. Every action has consequence; every correction, cost.
Skimmer hulls are graphite-silver, etched with shifting telemetry lines that crawl like veins of living circuitry. Helmets are faceted lenses reflecting molten sky—each surface flickers between data feed and mirrored storm. Drones glimmer like crystalline seeds tethered by plasma cords, their luminescence echoing the pulse rhythm of their pilots’ suits. Static discharges dance along the sleds’ fins, leaving trails of blue-white flame across magnetic surf. Even the air vibrates with conductive shimmer.
Backlight from the planet’s reflected sun flares across the riders’ silhouettes, while the storm wall before them towers like a cathedral forged of color. The corridor of safety glows in chromatic contrast—cool blues amid infernal gold. Every frame is alive with particulate brilliance: sparks tracing curves, tether arcs cutting diagonals through diffused haze. The camera angle is low and forward, perspective locked along the leader’s outstretched arm—the world’s chaos framed by one human act of control.
This is defiance rendered luminous—human intellect carving navigation through chaos. The cartographer’s raised hand is both command and prayer, fingers trembling at the threshold of disaster. Light itself bends in obedience for a heartbeat, then recoils, awaiting the next gesture. The scene holds its breath between triumph and annihilation—where knowledge becomes survival, and the act of mapping the storm becomes a declaration of existence.
--mod ionized-stormscape, --mod magnetic-aura, --mod chromatic-horizon, --mod plasma-dynamics, --mod hard-sci-fi-realism, --mod cinematic-depth, --mod vapor-light-reflection, --mod auroral-geometry, --mod tether-drones, --mod heroic-framing, --mod energy-feedback, --mod particle-luminosity, --mod structuregrain, --mod diffusionsoftlight, --mod glimmerhighlight, --mod ultra-focus, --mod stylized-realism, --mod mythic-science, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod atmosphericdepth, --mod luminous-motion
Prompt: Low Earth Orbit manufacturing station (metallic textures, blend of realistic and futuristic elements) consisting of a central hub connected to multiple solar panels and antennae which provide power and communication capabilities for the station. A network of robotic arms and manipulator systems are deployed from the central hub to facilitate assembly, inspection, and maintenance tasks. The exterior surface of the station features a combination of reflective solar panels, radiators, and insulation panels to manage temperature and power generation. The background is a field of distant stars, emphasizing the station's presence in space. Subtle hints of color and texture represent different materials and systems on the station.
--mod retrofuturistmead, --mod ambienthaze, --mod fineedges, --mod structuregrain, --mod raygradientfog, --mod chromereflectivity, --mod cinematiclight, --mod glasseffect, --mod ionizedcolorburst, --mod ultra-focus, --mod explorer-core, --mod polishedcomposite, --mod modularinfrastructure, --mod floatingarchitecture, --mod glowingglypharray, --mod tealhighlightband
Prompt: A majestic Viking spaceship soaring through the cosmic expanse of a star-studded sky. The ship is a fusion of ancient Norse design and futuristic technology, boasting a sleek dragon-headed prow reminiscent of traditional Viking longboats, yet constructed from an iridescent metallic alloy that reflects the surrounding colorful nebulae. The ship's gleaming hull is adorned with intricate runic patterns that pulse with an eerie blue glow. The ship's body is elongated and streamlined, capable of cutting through asteroid fields and the vacuum of space with equal ease. Above the deck, a series of retractable solar panels resembling the wings of a mythical creature expand to gather energy from distant stars. The spaceship is surrounded by floating ice particles from its recent departure from a frozen planet.
Prompt: On a young moon where sound is swallowed by a dense, reactive atmosphere, the frontier breathes in color. Terraformers move through milk-white fog in suits that speak with light—wrists and visors pulsing chromatic codes, fingers trailing ribbons of luminous gesture. Turbines turn without a voice, drills bite without a scream; every machine’s rhythm is seen, not heard, a slow choreography of beacons and spectral gauges beating like hearts inside glass.
The ground is a pale mineral crust veined with condensate rivers that glow faintly beneath the surface. As teams advance, their boots cast halos that ripple outward in prismatic waves. Command signals bloom along the ridge in synchronized hues—amber for caution, indigo for gather, white for still—washing through the fog like weather. A foreman lifts a hand and the color in her palm shifts to green; across the valley, excavators respond in kind, floodlights bending to match, the entire site agreeing in light instead of sound. The atmosphere itself shimmers with response—each hue refracted and multiplied until color becomes a language of motion.
Camera floats at chest height, close enough to see condensation bead on refractive helmets, far enough to watch meaning cross the landscape in color. The air is thick with luminous particulate, each movement writing calligraphy that hangs for seconds before thinning to haze. Drones drift overhead like mute constellations, their navigation arcs strobing soft blues along a lattice of invisible flight paths. A reservoir dome swells under pressure, and the fog brightens to yellow—pressure acknowledged, pressure relieved. The frontier breathes, not with air, but with light that carries purpose through silence.
At shift’s end the crews gather on a basalt rise. No words, only a tide of slow-changing color: gratitude, relief, fatigue rendered in chromatic chords. They face the pale horizon where first moss glows under protective mesh, the moon’s new breath pooling in shallow basins. A final gesture circulates—two fingers, white to gold to white—and the site dims in answer. The frontier sleeps, and even its dreams are light.
--mod luminescent fog diffusion, --mod chromatic command language, --mod refractive helmet optics, --mod subsurface condensate glow, --mod silent turbine choreography, --mod digital-illustrative cinematic realism, --mod AIVision surface fidelity, --mod Flux motion inheritance, --mod hyperreal color balance, --mod gesture-trail persistence, --mod atmospheric scattering physics, --mod mythic quietude tone, --mod synchronized beacon networks, --mod soft particulate bloom
Prompt: Highly detailed photo of a futuristic supply outpost on a distant world, sleek metal walls, red translucent dome at center, laser turrets at corners, towering alien trees at a distance. Brilliant blue sky with white fluffy clouds and one large moon near the horizon.
Prompt: Huge furious is fix building in the center of a future xity. 8K3D, 1080P. The building resembles an antique cathedral radio. Smaller buildings surround it, and many humans and robots are passing by. In the story led of Chris Foss, Roger Dean, Hajimee Sorayam,pa, M. C. Escher, William Gibson, and John Berkey. Full fantastic view.
Prompt: Among the scattered ice fields beyond Neptune, a lone research craft drifts beside a tumbling comet nucleus. A single suited figure works in silence, haloed by navigation strobes and the cold bloom of starlight on the hull. Around the comet, clouds of engineered spores spill from canisters like drifting pollen—bioluminescent seeds designed to take root in frozen carbon and metal. Each particle glows faintly teal, tracing magnetic currents that swirl around the irregular rock.
The Gardener moves with patient precision, thruster puffs stabilizing against micro-gravity recoil. Every motion releases a new constellation of spores, their chemical cores sleeping until solar heat awakens them. The craft’s floodlights sweep across the surface, revealing irrigation nodes already fused into the crust—tiny veins that will channel meltwater when the comet nears the sun. From his visor, the void stretches infinite; from his fingertips, life spreads into it.
Camera low and oblique, framed through drifting particles: the Gardener in mid-gesture, comet dominating the foreground, starfield wheeling behind. In the far distance, other seeded bodies shimmer—ghost comets blooming like celestial gardens, trailing auroral threads across black space. It is science conducted as devotion, the gardener cultivating light itself. When the next perihelion comes, every orbiting seed will ignite, painting the void in living fire.
--mod bioluminescent spore bloom, --mod micro-gravity particulate drift, --mod cometary ice fractal textures, --mod solar-reflective glare rimlight, --mod digital-illustrative realism, --mod magnetic current filigree, --mod cinematic vacuum composition, --mod Fossian mythic isolation, --mod long-exposure starfield arcs, --mod reflective visor optics, --mod auroral bloom trails, --mod hyperreal contrast control, --mod flux-motion verbs, --mod AIVision surface fidelity
Prompt: An futuristic mega-train, gigantic, four-deck design, parked inside an enclosed train station (ultra-futuristic art deco style), passengers in futuristic clothing boarding on all four decks.
Prompt: Fantastic futuristic starship lifting off from a grassy landing field. Awe-inspiring masterpiece of multiverse-recognized "hard sci-fi"/science/technology/futuristic photography: breathtaking, professional scene balanced composition. Beautiful chef-d'oeuvre of "hard sci-fi"/science/technology/futuristic photography in the quality so high as if the Goddess created it herself. Mid shot, 18mm prime lens, f/1.2 aperture, 1/250 shutter speed, professional color grading, soft shadows, hyper professional photography lighting. Cosmic, space, otherworldly. Hard science fiction, hard sci-fi, ultra advanced technology, ultra futuristic. Symbol of the interstellar singularity. best quality, high resolution. technological, alien worlds, space themes, advanced civilizations. sleek, modern, ultramodern, high tech. blend of organic and mechanical elements. futuristic, technological, cybernetic enhancements, robotics, artificial intelligence themes. photo quality previously unseen in the whole multiverse. winner of inter-galactic and inter-dimensional photo contests. Unreal Engine 5.5. --v 6 --style raw --s 1000 --q 2
Prompt: A surreal sci-fi arrival ceremony on an alien world, with two women in high-tech bodysuits emerging from an arched portal, one man in dark formalwear standing at attention before a bizarre spacecraft, surrounded by impossible biomorphic structures and gleaming monolithic towers. Alien city skyline in the distance, translucent fog at ground level, ethereal golden lighting from the left, surface patterns etched with alien glyphs, organically curved architecture, ornamental towers shaped like coral or sea creatures, wide angle scene composition, cinematic depth. Female figures with elegant posture and sharp cheekbones, skin like polished obsidian, sleek reflective bodysuits in violet and gold, expression of serene control and mystery, the man with a strong jawline, tailored silhouette, hands behind his back, gaze forward.
--mod jim burns style, --mod high-gloss organic surfaces, --mod intricate surface detailing, --mod smooth contour shading, --mod radiant edge lighting, --mod surreal retrofuturism, --mod 1980s airbrush aesthetic, --mod jewel-toned palette, --mod soft ambient bloom
Prompt: Twenty different(different colors, with and without glowing, different shapes - some are long) military futuristic space missiles isolated on black background. Highly detailed. Science fiction style.
Prompt: Create a breathtaking facility for manufacturing spacecraft, workers in futuristic spacesuits assembling spacecraft and robots with wheels moving equipment. The awe inspiring scene should feature high-tech equipment (exploded view, details), powerful machinery, and brilliant displays of power. In the background, a row of tinted windows suggests an observation area. The facility is lit by overhead lights and flashes of cutting torches and electrical discharges. Add subtle details like people talking to one another or checking lists on clipboards. An award winning masterpiece envisioned by a brilliant genius.
Prompt: Row of cybernetic electrical turbines in the style of Syd Mead, set into the floor of a futuristic power station, exploded view showcasing intricate internal details, power station personnel taking readings, rows of overhead lighting, photo realistic rendering in 8K resolution, set in a cosmic environment with extreme contrast and intense colors, intricate circuit patterns, glowing accents, high-tech lighting effects
Prompt: A small science fiction town nestled between rough red hills on a dry, dusty planet. The landscape has little vegetation, just scattered scrub and rocks. The town has a few low metal buildings, landing pads, and communication towers, with dirt roads running through it. Subtle western frontier vibes — weathered structures, sun-bleached materials, and a hazy red sky. Warm lighting, cinematic atmosphere, realistic sci-fi environment.
Prompt: Highly detailed image of a sleek, futuristic alien starcruiser (smooth surfaces, gold color, no visible engines) landing at a seaside resort on a newly colonized world. In the distance, new resort hotels are under construction; skyscrapers of towering white concrete with gentle curves and tiers of balconies. Each hotel has an Olympic-sized pool surrounded by outdoor restaurants, cabanas, and palm trees, creating a lavish scene futuristic luxury. Low waves lap against the shore, and in the distance small boats can be seen among the tiny islands. The late-afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the entire scene, giving it an atmosphere of easy idyllic vacationing on a distant world. In the style of Bo Zonneveld.
--mod layered depth, --mod concept core
Prompt: A futuristic robot (exploded view, details) like a huge mechanical insect with articulated legs, standing among boulders in the bottom of a gigantic crater, surrounded by a barren, lifeless moon with no atmosphere (ochre dirt and rock, sharp black shadows, intense chiaroscuro). The robot's body and legs are white, with blue and yellow indicator lights and gold foil heat insulation. In the extreme distance, the walls of the crater rise to a flat-topped rim, above which stars shine brilliantly, their light undimmed and unfiltered by atmosphere. Worm's eye view, looking up at the robot, with the crater rim and space visible in the background.
Prompt: Blazing desert light cuts across a cracked wasteland of ocher dust and dying cacti. A lone warrior crouches low in foreground, desert grit and heat shimmer tracing his sinewed frame, sword angled across his stance like trapped lightning. Waves of air distort around him; every movement measured, precise, the posture of one forged by endless conflict. Behind him, the ground trembles beneath something vast—an ancient saurian titan, its ridged spine slicing sunlight into fire.
The creature rises from the sand, hide of scaled armor glinting with scorch and dust. Massive jaws open in a thunderous cry that sends a surge of wind and grit rolling forward. Its claws dig deep into the dune, carving trenches as particles burst upward in glittering haze. Between them, a storm of light and dust divides human from creature—the air itself forming a barrier between their worlds.
The warrior steadies into the blast, cloak whipping, sword flaring with sunfire. The titan drives forward, tail sweeping through smoke and sand. Shadows coil around them like memory. Each instant poised between destruction and legend. The canyon beyond waits in silence; the sun burns directly overhead, a merciless witness to defiance carved from instinct.
The frame locks into symmetry—small man, colossal beast, both frozen on the edge of motion. Everything converges: light, heat, dust, endurance. The desert feels alive, holding breath for the strike that will echo across forgotten ages.
--mod cinematic realism, --mod high dynamic range, --mod warm desert light, --mod pulpy sword-and-sand atmosphere, --mod reactive dust, --mod anatomical realism, --mod dynamic composition, --mod scale contrast, --mod reflective metal, --mod heat shimmer, --mod volumetric haze, --mod low angle, --mod chiaroscuro tension, --mod geological realism, --mod hyperreal motion, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod epic confrontation
Prompt: Digital illustration of a figure in a futuristic spacesuit (shimmering with energy, yellow and blue indicator lights, exploded view, details) explores the edge of an alien space rift where reality has been fractured, alternate alien worlds visible through the cracks :: by Jim Burns, Michael Whelan, David Mattingly, Fred Gambino, Moebius :: wide shot, eye level, deep focus :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition
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.
