Prompt: Masterpiece oil painting of a heroic captain man (head up, grim smile) in fantastic space armor (metallic blue, silver, indicator lights, large futuristic blaster on hip) standing on the metal hull of his intergalactic warship, watching a space battle (lasers, missiles, exploding ships) :: by Jim Burns, Donato Giancola, David Mattingly, Fred Gambino, Chris Moore :: full length, hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition
Prompt: A colossal cargo drone—known across the industrial fleet as "Big Blue"—descends with earth-shaking inevitability into the heart of a sprawling shipyard, its enormous spherical hull pitted with scars of reentry and ringed with blazing thruster wells that pour incandescent furnace-light into the smoke-choked air. From the viewer’s low, off-center vantage, the entire machine looms impossibly close, overwhelming the frame with concentric geometry and cascading sparks that rain from its docking arms like a storm of molten steel. Foreground silhouettes of workers in reflective vests blur against the haze, their helmets catching stray glints of light; their presence anchors human scale but is quickly devoured by the machine’s immensity. The asphalt beneath trembles as dust, smoke, and metallic debris are flung outward in violent spirals, while yellow-striped barriers bend beneath the onrush of displaced air. Midground structures—towering gantries, skeletal cranes, and container stacks—strain to frame the arrival, their rigid orthogonals broken by the vast spherical intrusion. Beyond, another drone approaches through the vapor-thick horizon, its silhouette dimmed by atmospheric depth yet echoing the same monstrous form, reinforcing the industrial procession of leviathans. Overhead gulls wheel frantically through the downdraft, their wings backlit by the searing orange of exhaust vapor, while distant dirigibles and auxiliary craft drift like phantoms across the ashen sky. Every surface of the drone seethes with detail: carbon-scored armor plates, exposed mechanical joints, blistered weld seams, luminescent hazard glyphs, and painted corporate sigils half-consumed by rust and flame. Sparks cascade from articulated landing arms, scattering across reflective wet asphalt as if igniting fragments of forgotten battles. Thrusters roar with volcanic force, carving turbulent shockwaves that ripple the gantries’ steel trusses, rattling shipping containers, and forcing human figures to shield their eyes. The viewer’s perspective is locked into a rising three-quarter tilt, cinematic and destabilizing, making the drone not just a machine but a world-consuming presence. The background dissolves into layered atmospheric haze, its density carved by shafts of raytraced light that refract through drifting particulates, bending color into molten gradients of rust-orange, electric blue, and sulfurous gray. Gantry floodlights flare against the haze, their beams fragmented by scaffolds and chains, adding to the kaleidoscope of industrial illumination. Each frame element enacts consequence: gulls scatter, cranes sway, asphalt fractures, sparks rain, steam hisses, and the drone descends inexorably toward its berth. In this theater of engineered awe, the shipyard becomes a crucible where sky and steel converge, and "Big Blue" is no mere machine—it is a cargo monolith, an industrial godform, a descending titan whose weight presses down on the very air.
--mod alien starcruiser, --mod industrial fidelity, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod deep perspective, --mod raytraced lighting, --mod exhaust vapor, --mod rust orange mars dust, --mod industrial awe register, --mod cargo monolith descent, --mod smokestack horizon blur, --mod furnace core glow logic
Prompt: A Chris Foss–style robot, several storeys tall, wades through a storm‑tossed alien ocean, framed close beside a bulbous alien tree so both subjects fill the image. The machine is painted in Foss grammar: patchwork plates of matte red and orange crossed by teal striping, modular panels and inspection doors everywhere, bold stenciled numerals and hazard blocks sprayed across thighs and chest, a toy logic inflated to industrial sublime. Chrome pistons and rotating drums work in every joint; circular vents stud the silhouette; fasteners stipple the armor. At the crown a clear alloy dome cockpit glows cobalt, instrument clusters burning like a tight constellation while the dome skin throws silver arcs of reflected sea. One colossal hand clamps the alien trunk in an ambiguous act — either harvesting the organism for biomass or bracing against gale and surge.
Consequence is explicit. Waves detonate at shin height and tear upward into glittering sheets of spray that streak across matte paint, bead on chrome rams, and fall in chains. Under the crush of mechanical fingers the tree’s bark fractures; pale fibrous sap bursts out and drizzles in viscous threads that wind across teal stripes and down red armor before vanishing in the foam. The swollen crown whips sideways like a sail, its mottled cellular texture catching ochre light; nearby crowns lean with the wind and yaw in time with the machine’s heave. The palette stays triadic and bright: red/orange slabs, teal accents, gold‑green air under a diffused alien sun. Shadows remain soft and descriptive; this is clarity over chiaroscuro. The camera sits at mid‑level, shoreline height, not a heroic low angle; scale is read from adjacency and surface density — plates, numerals, vents, bark pores — not exaggerated perspective. No platforms, scaffolds, railings or human buildings intrude; the grove is organic and strange, columnar trunks with bulbous crowns, reptile‑hide mottling, wet with spray. The result is Foss’s register made literal: candy‑bright absurdity made monumental, machine and organism locked in ambiguous embrace at the edge of a surreal agricultural sea, every surface telling the story of impact, weather, and work.
--mod digital illustration, --mod stylized realism, --mod space opera, --mod Foss panel logic, --mod bold saturated palette, --mod architectural scale, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod modular geometry, --mod chrome reflections, --mod clarity over chiaroscuro, --mod narrative consequence, --mod spray and surf detail, --mod industrial sublime, --mod surreal landscape, --mod perspective lock mid level, --mod multi storey robot, --mod red orange panel armor, --mod teal stripe accent, --mod stenciled numerals, --mod domed cockpit glow, --mod circular vents and drums, --mod fastener constellation, --mod alien tree closeup, --mod ambiguous harvest or anchor, --mod reptile hide bark, --mod cellular mottled crown, --mod sap splinter and threads, --mod surf detonations, --mod spray refraction glitter, --mod ochre daylight haze, --mod toy like absurdity, --mod Fossian industrial myth, --mod no platforms no scaffolds
Prompt: Futuristic industrial facility manufacturing spacecraft. Workers in futuristic spacesuits gathered around a gigantic ion engine, attaching it to the side of the spacecraft.
--mod layered detail, --mod industrial mech bay, --mod hard surface detailing, --mod dark science, --mod painted hull markings, --mod vehicular monolith
Prompt: wet natalie Portman "à quatre pattes" décrit wet naked platinum black hair blue eyes 4 legs back view in spaceship full body view en position accroupie, avec les mains et les genoux en contact avec le sol, comme un enfant qui apprend à marcher. Cette position peut être adoptée pour diverses raisons, notamment pour des raisons de confort ou de soulagement de douleurs, comme en témoigne son utilisation lors de l'accouchement.
Prompt: An Astronaut's last voyage. To infinity and beyond. Mystical, eerie and mysterious atmosphere. Intricate details, digital illustration, high resolution. Epic Science-Fiction masterpiece.
Prompt: A colossal, hyper-advanced autonomous war tank lies dormant atop a mountain plateau, its vast hull partially sunken into moss-covered stone. The tank’s armored body is angular, impossibly dense, layered with forgotten weapon systems and sealed hatches. Towering reactive plating and sensor domes rise like sacred spires, while radiant glyphs flicker faintly along its curved plating—coded prayers no longer understood. Great treads, now fused with the earth, are wrapped in flowering vines and ceremonial cloths.
A single priest-engineer kneels on the stone causeway before it, offering a glowing interface relic with reverence. His robes blend circuitry and silk; faith and function indistinguishable. This is a place of pilgrimage. High above, stained-glass windshields in the cliffside hangar catch the sun, casting chromatic rays over the tank’s hull. Dust floats in silence. The air hums with dormant power.
The machine does not move.
But its memory is long.
And the mountain listens.
--mod ancient sci-fi war tank, --mod sacred relic machine, --mod high fidelity detail, --mod moss and vines, --mod futuristic pilgrimage site, --mod cinematic golden hour lighting, --mod dramatic concept art, --mod Unreal Engine 5, --mod 8K render, --mod digital painting, --mod wide-angle lens, --mod cathedral architecture, --mod massive scale, --mod volumetric mist, --mod priest figure only, --mod techno-religious symbolism, --mod overgrown machinery, --mod solemn tone, --mod Bolo series aesthetic
Prompt: Bounty hunter (man, dark hair, blue eyes, weathered skin, cowboy hat, worn leather duster, scuffed leather boots, holstered pistol on his hip, futuristic blaster in one hand) and his yellow Labrador Retriever walking toward the viewer, futuristic spaceship (exploded view, details) hovering behind them on antigrav thrusters that hum and kick down swirling downdrafts across the sand. Alien world rugged terrain rising into backdrop of snow-capped mountains, stunning nebula glows softly in hues of blue and violet, otherworldly ambiance. In the styles of Roger Dean, Boris Vallejo, Stephan Martiniere. Wide shot, eye level.
--mod milky way band sky, --mod hyperrealistic, --mod hyper detailed, --mod photorealistic, --mod masterpiece, --mod incredible composition, --mod amazing depth, --mod imposing, --mod meticulously composed
Prompt: A vast interstellar archive unfolds like a cathedral of glass and alloy, its crystalline spires etched with constellations and flowing records. Between soaring aisles, luminous rivers of data stream as threads of radiant silk—glyphs and galaxies woven into living tapestries. At the heart stands the Archivist: a solitary, robed figure whose garment is a shifting constellation; their face is a starfield without features, hands outstretched to gather fragments of worlds long gone. An obsidian mirror dais reflects the void above and the knowledge below, duplicating depth. Lighting is ethereal—silvers and indigos with spectral gold accents—quiet volumetric rays falling from clerestory gaps. Mood is reverent and contemplative: a shrine to memory. Full scene, eye-level wide angle, with clear z-axis layering: foreground mirror dais and data filaments; mid spires and bridges; far stacks receding into infinity.
--mod epic perspective, --mod deepf ocus clarity, --mod volumetric shafts, --mod crystalline geometry, --mod glyph, --mod reflective, --mod sacred composition, --mod painterly atmospheric depth, --mod highlight scatter, --mod dynamic composition, --mod infinite, --mod hyper detail, --mod celestial, --mod ambient sci fi
Prompt: Far-future alien garden with glowing pools and sculpted foliage, centered around a mysterious glass dome structure with arching stairs, luminous interior, and organic curves. In the distance, elegant monolithic towers rise from misty valleys like relics of a vanished civilization. A single massive gas giant with orange hues looms behind, balanced in composition with the dome, adding scale and wonder. The scene evokes timeless serenity, as if untouched for millennia, blending ancient grandeur with futuristic mysticism. Soft ambient light reveals textures and color depth in the foreground. Surreal sci-fi setting, dreamlike and contemplative.
--mod moebius style, --mod syd mead style, --mod myst aesthetic, --mod surreal sci-fi, --mod ultra detailed, --mod dreamlike lighting, --mod wide angle lens, --mod golden hour glow, --mod reflective water, --mod timeless beauty, --mod no people, --mod symmetric balance, --mod alien nature, --mod calm atmosphere, --mod futuristic ruins
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: Foreground ruins anchor the frame: a collapsed pressure-dome ring half-buried in rust dust, broken struts leaning like ribs, cables fossilized in silt. A survey mast—long dead—angles from the debris as a marker, and a narrow service stair descends into a shadowed vault where faint lichen glow freckles the dark. This is a moon-base long abandoned, now a 'lost world' of silent infrastructure and patient weather. A thin blue ground-haze breathes across the basin, and above it the sky holds a single colossal planet, so near it warps the horizon—no other moons intrude. The air is clear enough to knife edges, yet dust hangs in protected pockets. Wind skims the plaza and lifts filaments of grit; dune tongues have crept through a shattered arc and pooled against bulkheads; alien scrub grips cracks in ferro-ceramic tiles; inside a ruptured conduit, bioluminescent growth threads like veins, casting stray jade light across gauge faces. Ceramic panels craze with hairline fractures; brushed metal casings wear a salt of micrometeor pitting; glass segments are sand-etched, their edges feathered to translucency; warning chevrons fade to ghosts beneath oxide; antenna spires show hinge scars and cable nests; collapsed trusswork carries the memory of load. Foreground: ribbed dome ring, fractured walkway, marker mast. Midground: a sunken causeway leading the eye toward a terraced operations pit, gantries now skeletal. Background: a distant basin city of low domes and thin towers, half-swallowed by dunes; behind it, that singular planet swells like a second landscape, anchoring the heavens. Late-day light scythes across surfaces, carving long blue shadows and igniting warm rims on alloy edges; ray-banded haze stacks the distance in gentle steps; subtle bounce-light returns from the dust to paint undersides; occluded interiors hold pools of cool lichen glow, pricking the dark with quiet signs of persistence.
--mod deepfocusclarity, --mod ambienthaze, --mod raytracedlighting, --mod highlightscatter, --mod radiantgradient, --mod raygradientfog, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod epicperspective, --mod deep-perspective, --mod wideangle35mm, --mod dynamiccomposition, --mod structuregrain, --mod brushedmetal, --mod metalreflectance, --mod glassreflectivity, --mod micropattern, --mod sunsetflarehaze, --mod painterlyatmosphericdepth, --mod contrast-lock, --mod concept colony, --mod radiation towers, --mod rust-orange marsdust, --mod burnedarchitecture, --mod style-cinematic, --mod hyperreal, --mod epicvision
Prompt: A remote, isolated trading post on the edge of known space, built from the wreckage of decommissioned starships, salvaged spacecraft parts, and the raw materials of the barren frontier planet. The settlement is a gritty patchwork of salvaged ship hulls, reinforced metal walls, and makeshift buildings constructed from local wood and stone. The post sits on rocky, wind-swept plains, with scrap heaps scattered throughout the surrounding area, some piles towering high with broken engines, dismantled spacecraft, and twisted metal beams. The air is thick with dust, and distant twin moons cast long shadows on the desolate landscape. Despite the harsh conditions, the trading post thrives, held together by the tenacity and ingenuity of its settlers. Traders from distant systems frequent the post, exchanging valuable alien relics and technologies for locally mined resources, salvaged materials, and rare goods. Small mining ships and scavenger freighters arrive daily, adding to the bustle of the marketplace, where alien tech and rusted ship parts coexist with locally crafted goods, creating a mix of futuristic and primitive survival. The settlers, a hardy mix of humans and aliens, are dressed in patched-together space suits and weathered gear, using both advanced alien tools and crude, handmade solutions to survive the frontier. The marketplace buzzes with the sounds of haggling and barter, while nearby mining rigs hum with power, providing the settlement’s lifeblood of resources. The trading post stands as a beacon of survival in the vast, unforgiving expanse of space.
--mod fusion of human ingenuity and alien technology
--mod patchwork buildings made from spaceship parts and natural materials
--mod bustling, gritty bartering
--mod rugged settlers in weathered gear
--mod crude energy sources, flickering lights, and mechanical hums
Prompt: A sprawling holographic workshop in a near-future industrial complex, illuminated by ambient strip lighting and embedded ceiling arrays. Wide, heavy worktables dominate the floor, layered with photonic tools, solid-light interfaces, and translucent blueprints projected in midair. Semi-material holograms show circuit overlays, exploded-view schematics, and component clusters hovering just above the surface, as if “assembled in light.” Along the walls, smart racks store programmable tool heads and modular parts that pulse with embedded LEDs. Diagnostic arms and solid-state manipulators extend from ceiling rails, working in tandem with real-world components and holo-tools. Workbenches are cluttered with hybrid objects: part tangible tech, part luminous construct. Soft haze from thermal vents curls near the floor. Glass panel walls reveal adjacent labs with similar layouts. Stark contrast between clean architectural lines and chaotic invention. Fluorescent blues, clean whites, and vibrant neon reflect off brushed alloy and polymer. Lighting is bright and even—enough to work by—without a central source. Mood is focused, inventive, alive. The space is clearly used—organized clutter, stacked gear, hovering schematics—and infused with cutting-edge tactile holography. Full shot, eye-level, with deep perspective and wide composition. Clear z-axis layering: foreground tools and benches, midground interface arrays, background support walls and robotics. Resembles a fusion of Tony Stark’s garage and Tron: Legacy’s light-grid, anchored in functional realism.
--mod layered detail, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod structuregrain, --mod highlightscatter, --mod crystalmechanica, --mod digital-illustration, --mod photorealism, --mod hyperdetail, --mod cinematiclighting, --mod holointerface, --mod industrialfuturism, --mod solidlightdesign, --mod labdepthcomposition, --mod interactiveUI, --mod workbenchchaos
Prompt: A charismatic space rogue (male, dark hair, grinning, futuristic space pilot uniform and leather coat, tall leather space boots) standing inside the airlock of his spacecraft, cinematic and ultra-detailed :: by Col Price, Romas Kukalis, Chris Moore, Ralph McQuarrie, trending on ArtStation :: full shot, eye level, soft focus :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed
Prompt: Wreckage of a alien spaceship spread across the land of a barren alien planet, debris field of metallic wreckage, metal struts and parts, broken glass, twisted pipes, smashed hull, wing sections torn off and broken :: by Jim Burns, Angus McKie, Peter Elson, and Chris Foss :: alien world, bright blue sky with white clouds, full sun :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition, GS=5.0, NIS=40.0
Prompt: A grand space-cathedral interior inside a derelict orbital station over a gas giant: colossal ribbed arches, shattered stained-glass panels of cosmic deities with shards drifting in microgravity, warm amber planetlight lancing through hull breaches against deep blue star-shadow. Frost creeps along the shadow side; dust and ice crystals glitter as they drift. At a distant raised dais, a ruined throne-like command seat is fused to corroded consoles. A lone figure in ornate exo-knight EVA armor walks toward the dais; polished plates and engravings catch both warm and cold light. Wide-angle, eye-level, sacred atmosphere, motion slow and weightless.
--mod ambienthaze, --mod volumelighting, --mod raygradientfog, --mod atmosphericdepth, --mod highlightscatter, --mod glasseffect, --mod glassreflectivity, --mod colortransparency, --mod chromaticedge, --mod mirrorrefraction, --mod fineedges, --mod layereddetail, --mod structuregrain, --mod texturelogic, --mod softshadebanding, --mod deep-perspective, --mod epicperspective, --mod viewer-perspective-lock, --mod highdepthrange, --mod cinematicdesaturation, --mod reflective-softtone, --mod lightvolume, --mod subtlecontrast, --mod ultra-focus
Prompt: A battle-worn service robot cradles the limp body of its red‑haired commander and pushes forward through a shattered alien boulevard, its gait careful and unyielding; the woman's futuristic field-uniform hangs scorched and torn, a sleeve insignia catching the smoky wind as her head lolls against the robot's chest. Ruined xeno-architecture arches like broken ribs around them, alleys vent ash and ion sparks, and collapsed spires throw jagged silhouettes across a boulevard littered with glass and war-script glyphs. Fighter craft rake the sky in screaming passes that shear banners of smoke; street‑level fires gutter and flare, backlighting the pair as embers spiral past and debris skitters underfoot. Heat‑blistered alloys, brushed metal plates, and soot‑stained ceramic armor read with tactile wear; the woman's fabric shows soot, singe, and field‑issue micro‑patterning; the robot's forearm bears impact scoring and oil-dark grime. Foreground rubble frames the march, midground avenues yaw open toward a cratered plaza, and in the far distance a collapsing tower sheds incandescent dust like a dying starfall, stacking depth planes and sightlines toward the central figures. Late, smoke‑thick light cuts in bands through particulate haze; backlit fire casts a hellscale orange against armored edges as cold sky light rims the silhouettes; volumetric shafts ladder between broken arches while reflected glow pools in wet glass and metal.
--mod deep-perspective, --mod epicperspective, --mod wideangle35mm, --mod dynamiccomposition, --mod heroanglelens, --mod heroic-framing, --mod ambienthaze, --mod volumelighting, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod raygradientfog, --mod radiantgradient, --mod highlightscatter, --mod bounceglow, --mod rimlight, --mod sunsetflarehaze, --mod brushedmetal, --mod metalreflectance, --mod structuregrain, --mod dieselworkgrime, --mod micropattern, --mod highdramaenergyflow, --mod burnedarchitecture, --mod hellscalecontrast, --mod paintedlight, --mod contrast-lock, --mod deepfocusclarity, --mod style-cinematic, --mod ultra-detail, --mod epicvision, --mod windchargedfabric, --mod windmotionclothlogic, --mod powercenteringlogic, --mod reflect-flood, --mod centralherolockup
Prompt: A lone figure stands before the Witness Array—a vast concave wall of silent glass monoliths, each one reflecting different eras of a forgotten civilization. The Observer’s silhouette is motionless, dwarfed beneath the vaulted framework of the ancient station core. Their cloak drifts in zero-gravity equilibrium, arms at their sides, gaze fixed forward. Lights blink softly behind the glass—memory events encoded in impossible colors, flickering like distant storms on alien worlds. Some monoliths show motion; others remain still, locked in frozen tableaux of extinct peoples and dying suns. Wires like veins spread across the curved ceiling, pulsing faintly with residual current, converging on a central node above the Observer’s head. The chamber floor is polished obsidian, perfectly reflecting the monoliths and the silent figure—above and below, the same question lingers: Who built this? And why were they watching? There is no movement. No interface. No welcome. Just the slow rhythm of lights in silence. This is not a terminal. This is judgment on pause.
--mod witness-station, --mod reflection-mythology, --mod sentient-architecture, --mod monolith-grid, --mod contrast-lock, --mod zero-g-stillness, --mod obsidian-floor, --mod perspective-collapse, --mod reverent-tone, --mod sci-fi-cathedral
Prompt: Lucid Dream—frozen in midnight clarity as a flying saucer’s cold beam hooks your soul, peeling you from your own body. Shadows scream in reverse, sky yawns wide, and you rise helpless into a mouth of alien hunger
Prompt: the 21st century Mirror walker, stands before an infinity mirror, wearing a very intricate technological time-travelling backpack, seeing the 25th century coming into view in the mirrors before him | mysterious scifi painting by Donato Giancola, Lee Jeffries Zdzisław Beksiński Dan Seagrave,
Prompt: Battle of human joint airforces against alien spaceships over snow mountains. Highly detailed, photorealistic, science fiction style. Sunny day.
Prompt: A lone woman in a sleek, futuristic leather riding suit and streamlined visor-helmet brings her hovering hoverbike to a halt several feet above the slick pavement of a narrow, grime-streaked alley. The craft's antigrav thrusters hum and kick down swirling downdrafts that ripple through scattered trash and send mist curling along the ground, its undercarriage clearly visible in the neon-lit haze. She leans forward from the saddle, speaking to a stocky, amphibian-like alien in a stained municipal garbage-collector's uniform, a heavy canister-style apparatus strapped across his back. Behind him, another alien of the same kind lounges against the rear of a battered high-tech garbage truck, cigarette dangling from his fingers, exhaling smoke in a slow, dismissive plume as he waits. The alley walls close in with damp concrete, pipes, and flickering signage; an overhead neon sign washes the scene in saturated reds and blues, its glow reflected in rain-slick asphalt. The atmosphere blends hard-boiled noir grit with gleaming futuristic detail, a tense, lived-in corner of a sprawling megacity.
--mod hoverbike-elevation, --mod downdraft-motion, --mod amphibian-alien, --mod urban-noir, --mod neon-backlight, --mod raygradientfog, --mod ambienthaze, --mod cinematicdesaturation, --mod volumelighting, --mod reflective-wetsurfaces, --mod deepfocusclarity, --mod retrospacegear, --mod dynamiccomposition, --mod epicperspective, --mod heroanglelens, --mod bounceglow, --mod rimlight, --mod highlightscatter, --mod layered-detail, --mod polishedcomposite, --mod windmotionclothlogic, --mod cinematic-realism
Prompt: Two figures stand on a multi-tiered landing platform, flanked by monolithic translucent towers and luminous rails. Behind them, a personal starship hovers with swept fins and ribbed exhaust arrays, half-reflecting the ambient aurorae above. The landing pad glows with diffused crimson and turquoise signal bands. Below, fused-glass architectural supports melt into sloping terrain studded with blinking indicator pylons. The scene is lit by three spectral moons diffused through upper-atmosphere haze.
--mod atmosphericcolorwash, --mod biolumitecture, --mod burns-stylecontours, --mod glossed-alloys, --mod glowingplatformlogic, --mod lensflarelayering, --mod monolithicarchitecturalmass, --mod multiplelightvectoring, --mod neonrefraction, --mod personalcraftdesign, --mod signalbandlight, --mod slicksurfacefusion, --mod softmeltstructure, --mod tri-moonlighting
Prompt: Create an image inspired by the artwork 'New Eden' by British illustrator Peter Andrew Jones. The scene depicts a futuristic utopian landscape, blending high-tech geometric architecture with lush, organic environments. Central to the composition is a towering, crystalline structure—like a fusion of sharp, angular geometric planes and smooth, flowing organic forms—rising from the center of a verdant garden. The structure is made of semi-transparent materials that reflect a soft, diffused light. Surrounding it are elaborate alien plants, their forms geometric yet organic, with sharp angular edges and tendrils that seem to grow and twist naturally. Some plants look metallic, others are bioluminescent, glowing faintly in hues of blue and purple.
In the foreground, strange humanoid figures, partially encased in technological suits, stand amidst the garden, interacting with the environment. They have a serene, almost contemplative posture, reflecting the calm of this future world. These characters blend organic and mechanical elements, with smooth skin-like surfaces alongside metallic circuitry integrated into their forms.
The overall color palette is vibrant yet soft, with lush greens of plants contrasting with the glowing blues, purples, and metallic golds of the structures. There is a juxtaposition of delicate light and sharp, angular forms, creating a harmonious balance between nature and technology. The architecture features clean, geometric lines and patterns, but also exhibits flowing, organic curves, as though nature itself has shaped the buildings. Floating orbs of light hover above the scene.
The lighting should be soft and atmospheric, with reflective surfaces and shadows creating a sense of depth and mystery. The environment should have a serene yet otherworldly quality, reflecting a deep connection between technology and the natural world. The image should evoke the harmonious, futuristic, and surreal qualities of Peter Andrew Jones’ 'New Eden'.
Prompt: A middle‑aged Caucasian explorer with a trimmed beard stands firm in a blizzard‑scoured industrial outpost, framed full length at eye level. His advanced cold‑weather suit blazes in vivid red with black‑and‑gray utility accents; a luxurious fur‑lined hood crowns a sleek engineering‑grade helmet, visor pushed up to reveal his face — alert, wind‑stung, resolute. Canisters, grappling hooks, and a compact tool array hang from a modular belt and chest rig. Around him, snow‑coated buildings, gantries, and heavy machinery loom — human ingenuity carved into a hostile Arctic basin. Gusts rake spindrift across the scene; floodlamps cut pale cones through suspended ice crystals; cables sing in the wind. The palette is steel and ice against the hero red, a Burns‑like hard‑sci‑fi modernism rendered with tactile materials and controlled drama. He stands poised to move, breath flaring, the settlement’s lines converging on his stance: resilience engineered into posture.
--mod centralherolockup, --mod heroanglelens, --mod heroic-framing, --mod deep-perspective, --mod painterlyatmosphericdepth, --mod ambienthaze, --mod volumelighting, --mod raygradientfog, --mod windmotionclothlogic, --mod thermalwear, --mod structuregrain, --mod brushedmetal, --mod metalreflectance, --mod fineedges, --mod layereddetail, --mod cinematic-realism, --mod style-cinematic, --mod ultra-detail, --mod tundra exo-frame, --mod coldtrail tracking logic, --mod iceborne torch array
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.
