Prompt: Elegant tall curvaceous woman. Very busty. Nice hips, Long brown hair is the wind. Wearing laced transparent lingerie. Nice cleavage. Slowly walking into a lake at night. No light, only shadows from the moon. Well rounded derriere. Neo black tones. Nice smile.
Prompt: In the alleyways of forgotten dreams,
Where colors bleed and shadows scream,
A lone figure walks the broken path,
Tracing the steps of an ancient wrath.
Walls of crimson, walls of gold,
Stories untold in the cracks and the mold,
Each step echoes like a distant cry,
From the depths of time, where the memories lie.
The light bends and breaks, a fractured beam,
Illuminating the silent scream,
Of the city’s soul, lost and found,
In the labyrinth of streets where the ghosts abound.
Trees reach out with fingers of flame,
Whispering secrets, whispering names,
Of those who walked this path before,
In a world that exists no more.
And the figure, a shadow in the light,
Moves through the day, into the night,
Searching for something, or someone lost,
In the maze of dreams, where the lines are crossed.
For in this place, nothing is real,
Just echoes of what we used to feel,
A dream within a dream, we tread,
In the city of the living dead.
Prompt: a dark, foreboding forest where a lone figure stands, eyes glowing an eerie green with envy. The figure is surrounded by shadowy, distorted images of people and objects they covet. These images are like phantoms, constantly shifting and just out of reach. The forest is dense with twisted, gnarled trees that seem to whisper secrets and lies. Slithering around the figure’s feet is a massive serpent, its scales shimmering with a sickly green hue, representing the consuming nature of envy. The air is thick with a greenish mist, and the sky above is overcast, casting a gloomy pall over the scene. The figure’s face is twisted with longing and resentment, reflecting the torment of their desires.
Prompt: The gaping shadows.
In the style of Jacek Yerka, Jakub Schikaneder, Felicien Rops and Edvard Munch.
Ensure all significant elements are fully within the boundaries a minimalist composition. Oil on canvas.
Imagine it's literally the bestest painting, as if Satan did it.
steps: 15, guidance: 17.0.
Prompt: The Trial of Elizabeth Proctor (The Crucible – Arthur Miller): Elizabeth Proctor stands before the Salem judges, her face pale but steadfast. Shadows from the candlelit courtroom flicker on the wooden walls, creating an oppressive atmosphere. The jury members whisper, their faces filled with suspicion and fear. In the background, John Proctor clenches his fists, powerless to stop what is unfolding.
Primary Artist: Inspired by historical drama and colonial American realism.
Enhancement Artist: Dramatic lighting to emphasize tension.
Emotional Impact: Tense and tragic.
Additional Elements: The shadow of gallows faintly visible in the distance, foreshadowing fate.
Prompt: modern train is coming at great speed from the bend of the tunnel, its bright halogen powerful headlights are on. Exaggerated, angular lines for the train and tunnel, with the mosaics depicted in a chaotic, abstract manner. Bold, contrasting colors, with stark white headlights cutting through the darkness. Harsh, directional lighting from the train, casting dramatic shadows. In style of Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, Wassily Kandinsky, Rob Gonsalves, Robert Rauschenberg, Victor Vasarely concept art lens flare Neo-expressionism visually breathtaking Dynamic composition vibrant color palette Mosaic style surreal elements light tracing
Prompt: Tall, leafy oak tree silhouette, intricate branches, dappled sunlight filtering through, partial solar eclipse casting shadows, crescent-shaped light patterns on the ground, mysterious and eerie atmosphere, deep contrasts between light and dark, natural phenomenon, digital art, realistic with a touch of surrealism, detailed textures, dark and moody color palette with hints of orange and black, dramatic lighting enhancing shadows and highlights.
Snow-Covered Forest with Tall Trees on a Misty Winter Morning
Model:
Photonic
Size:
1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A vast, shadowy forest stretches endlessly, its towering evergreen trees cloaked in mist. Jagged, snow-covered peaks loom in the distance, their presence both majestic and ominous. Thick undergrowth entangles the forest floor, making every step uncertain. Fog weaves through the trees, distorting depth and direction, turning pathways into illusions. The air is heavy with an eerie stillness, broken only by distant echoes. A sense of insignificance and isolation lingers, as if the wilderness itself resists discovery.
Prompt: A man is stuck to his middle in brown mud. He tries to get out. The dark sky is filled with clouds lighted up by the moon. Around the swamp of mud are scary trees with clawlike branches. Gasbubbles are blobbing out of the mud where green gas is coming out. Between the trees are filthy brown demons with red eyes. There mouths are filled with sharp tooths.
Prompt: the crushing weight of capitalist expectations, ink, some red, some yellow, some green, shadows, chiaroscuro, intricate line drawings, concept art
Stunning Black-and-White Aerial View of Majestic Canyon Formations
Model:
MirageMaker
Size:
1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: The canyon stretches into the distance, a maze of jagged rock faces and shadowed crevices. The air is still, carrying only the faint echoes of distant winds. Sunlight filters through narrow gaps, casting long, distorted shadows that twist along the canyon floor. The stone walls seem to hold secrets, their surfaces worn smooth by ages of forgotten storms. Each step feels heavy, the silence almost palpable, broken only by the faint rustling of loose rocks tumbling in unseen places. The canyon, ancient and unyielding, feels both vast and intimate, its depth unknowable, as though the very earth itself is holding its breath. Render it in the style of realism painting by master landscape oil painting artists such as Albert Bierstadt for grand landscapes, Thomas Cole for sublime elements, and Ivan Shishkin for intricate detail. Incorporate dramatic skies and clouds inspired by Joseph Mallord William Turner, atmospheric depth by Caspar David Friedrich, and meticulous attention to overall composition by Frederic Edwin Church.
Prompt: headless body, benday dots, crosshatches, shadows, chiaroscuro, retrofuturistic, horror, eerie, black and white combined with glitching red and yellow, cinematic, concept art, Digital Illustration
Prompt: "Fall Foliage Canopy": A quaint pathway meanders through a tunnel of trees, their interwoven branches forming a vibrant canopy overhead. Rays of sunlight filter through the colorful foliage, casting a kaleidoscope of shadows on the ground below.
Prompt: Emerging chrysalis. foggy nostalgia, portrait in Burnt umber and salmon gold, smoke and mirrors, patina of, battery acid, art brut, moody, somber, desaturated colors, in the style of Paul Klee, Arthur Rackham Dark and moody oil painting of a woman with piercing black eyes, inspired by the works of John Singer Sargent and Edgar Degas, long shot, realistic texture, dramatic lighting, intricate details on clothing and Magical woman fading tones of melancholy and summer nostalgia, soulful portrait, in burnt umber, plutonium, patina of mercury glass, tea stains, art brut, moody, somber, desaturated colors, in the style of Paul Klee, Banksy, Arthur Rackham, based on Prompt by KRW
Prompt: Natural portal, Epic cinematic breathtaking intricate insanely detailed painting, Two HUGE windmills in a field flowering vines and weeds growing over them , clear sky, beautiful high definition , stunning illustration, magical glow lighting., flowers, foggy , Style by Daniel Merriam , Ivan Bilibin, Ernst Haeckel, Jean-Baptiste Monge, Picasso, Caspar David Friedrich, Jacek Yerka, Richard Dennis, Joe Fenton, Andree Wallin, İsmail İnceoglu, Wassily Kandinsky,Ernst Haeckel
Prompt: A female portrait created from a chaotic collage composed of numerous small pieces of printed paper in a mix of variable colors and varied patterns.
face wrapped in woven shadows, glowing only at the cracks, seated within a chamber of stained glass darklight, each tile inscribed with symbolic unconscious glyphs.
Styles: Gothic yarn illusionism, Jungian symbol-mosaic, paper-cut shadowscapes, Queenie McKenzie ancestral night art.
The scraps differ in size and shape, layered irregularly and hand-placed to create a natural, expressive flow. Multiple textures are visible in the assorted papers—from smooth to slightly rough—adding a tactile richness. Each fragment contributes to the complexity of the face, with visible paper edges and uneven surfaces shaping the features. The layering effect gives the piece dimensionality and depth, as if each piece casts a faint shadow. The woman’s face is shown in a gentle three-quarter view, turned slightly away from the viewer, adding a sense of intimacy and motion. Her eyes emerge with striking intensity, while the fragmented surface blurs the boundary between realism and abstraction. The background unfinished, dissolves into scattered paper and color, amplifying the raw, expressive energy of the piece. The overall style is modern, abstract, and pop-art inspired, yet emotionally resonant and richly layered.
Prompt: Bringing the otherworldly imagination from the brain to the canvas by Eyvind Earle and Hovik Zohrabyan conjure a vision of a future .. Amazing CYBERPUNK-FUTURISTIC multistory LOCOMOTIVE, a lot of white steam, elegant extremely detailed fantasy oil on canvas photorealistic 4k very attractive beautiful dynamic lighting award winning fantastic view watercolor patchwork pastel color aquarelle wet on wet. no people
Prompt: La calda luce dorata del sole che filtra attraverso la lussureggiante volta color smeraldo al tramonto, gli insetti danzano, l'atmosfera nebbiosa avvolge imponenti alberi secolari, delicati fiori selvatici, fogliame vibrante, muschio vellutato, rami intricatamente annodati, i colori vividi di Takashi Murakami, l'atmosfera inquietante di Ash Thorp, l'essenza tradizionale delle foreste illuminate al neon di Syd Mead, texture iperrealistiche, microdettagli, messa a fuoco nitidissima, nitidezza da 64 megapixel, tono cinematografico, ombre ad alto contrasto e suggestivi.
Prompt: The Rat Maze stood as a living monument to desperation and fear, a sprawling labyrinth of rusted metal, jagged walls, and flickering lights that cast sinister shadows on the ground. The air reeked of dampness and decay, punctuated by the skittering sounds of unseen vermin. It wasn’t just a maze; it was a trap designed to prey on human weakness, promising escape to the brave and swift, but punishing hesitation with an unrelenting sense of dread.
Inside, a growing throng of people moved like cattle, some stumbling forward with blind hope, others carefully tracing their steps, wary of the whispers that seemed to echo from the walls themselves. No one knew what lay at the center, only that it pulled at them, an almost magnetic force compelling them deeper into the maze despite the terror coursing through their veins.
As they ventured further, the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier, and the maze itself seemed to shift, sealing off pathways or opening new ones, as if alive. The deeper they went, the louder the whispers became—angry, pleading, or mocking—until they found themselves drawn to the center.
There, under the dim glow of a shattered skylight, lay a grotesque heap: a mountain of skulls, human and otherwise, piled high atop an altar carved with ancient, unreadable symbols. The air buzzed with an unnatural energy, as if the pile itself was alive, pulsating faintly with an eerie glow. The whispers suddenly became deafening, rising into a cacophony of voices speaking in a language no one could comprehend.
Then came the revelation. Each person suddenly felt a pull—not toward escape, but to add to the pile. Their every misstep, hesitation, or selfish choice within the maze seemed etched into the walls around them, playing out like a damning reel of their lives. And now the maze demanded payment. To leave, they had to confront their darkest truths, offer part of their soul—or stay forever, just another whisper among the countless voices in the maze.
Prompt: In the depths of the underworld, where the shadows reign supreme and the echoes of lost souls linger, lies a forsaken island town known only as Duskfall. The settlement is a mere whisper of its former glory, its once-grand buildings now crumbling ruins consumed by the relentless march of time.
Duskfall is shrouded in perpetual twilight, where the dim light of a dying sun struggles to pierce the thick veil of darkness that blankets the land. The sky above is a desolate expanse, devoid of stars or any semblance of celestial beauty, casting the town in an eternal gloom.
The town's streets are empty and silent, save for the haunting whispers that seem to drift on the cold breeze. Dilapidated buildings loom like silent sentinels, their windows boarded up and their doors sealed tight against the encroaching darkness.
Lake Stygian, a vast expanse of murky waters, surrounds the island, its surface as still as death itself. The waters are said to be cursed, reflecting not the twisted spires of the underworld, but the sorrow and despair that permeate the very essence of Duskfall.
Prompt: Pintura de un abismo hasta el infierno hecha por MC Escher, Beksinski y Hr giger.
The image depicts a surreal, intricate coloured landscape filled with twisted forms and figures, blending organic and architectural elements, evoking a sense of depth and a dreamlike atmosphere.
Prompt: once again
I have an
audience
watching
my dance
of shadows
the world
breathes
softly
like whispers
from the womb
of darkness
as it winds
its way
through
the hours
of night
streetlights
mark the
avenue of
pursuit
in the quietest
moments
I can hear
the sounds
of dreams
escaping
like steam
rising slowly
to the stars
above
Prompt: The Child in the Shadows: A middle-aged woman is painted in striking detail, her expression strong and reflective. Yet within the background shadows, subtly blended into the canvas, is the faint outline of her childhood self, smiling mischievously as if watching over her.
Primary Artist: Artemisia Gentileschi
Enhancement Artist: René Magritte
Emotional Impact: Nostalgic and symbolic.
Additional Elements: A small, glowing butterfly near her shoulder symbolizes transformation.
Prompt: A labyrinth, fractal of wood and nails, in a mysterious environment where light filtered through cracks in the walls creates intriguing shadow patterns, highlighting the complexity of the labyrinth, Painting, acrylic on canvas
Prompt: A lone, shrouded figure, draped in tattered, hooded robes, stands on the weathered deck of a centuries-old ghost ship, surrounded by frayed, wind-whipped sails and the flickering, orange glow of lanterns, as the mournful whispers of restless spirits and the haunting echo of distant voices conjure an unsettling atmosphere. Bare feet, pale and spectral, rest on worn, wooden planks, adorned with rusty, iron nails, as the figure discovers an ancient, worn leather journal, bound in black, cracked leather, adorned with cryptic, alchemical symbols and strange, arcane notes, hinting at a dark, long-forgotten secret hidden within the ship's decaying hull. Ethereal wisps of ghostly apparitions, like diaphanous mist, escape the journal, swirling around the figure in a maddening, double-exposure dance, as if conjured by the whispers of the damned, in a style reminiscent of Zdzisław Beksiński's haunting, atmospheric landscapes. In the distance, a foreboding lighthouse, its stone walls cracked and worn, rises, its peak shrouded in a turbulent, storm-tossed sea, where the silhouette of a ghostly keeper, gaunt and spectral, stands watch, transfixed by the treacherous waters, as if inspired by the dark, biomechanical quality of H.R. Giger's nightmarish visions. Fog creeps up the lighthouse's base, carrying the faint, mournful whispers of restless spirits, as moonbeams, pale and silver, filter through the twisted, nightmarish foliage, casting macabre shadows of spectral figures on the ground below, evoking the eerie, moonlit landscapes of Caspar David Friedrich's most haunting works.
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.
