Prompt: a tricolor pen sketch draft, femjoy, showing the concept "the fucking thumb as a emanating of digital obscure volumetric printing ", on the centerfold, outer contour display, modern art, thumb sucking, eyes staring directly with severely enlarged pupils
Prompt: The Final Light on the Empty Crossroads: Where two dirt tracks intersect in the endless expanse of high desert, a weather-worn wooden post stands at the crossroads, its directional signs long faded to gray. Tumbleweeds have collected at its base, and faint tire tracks are nearly lost to drifting dust. The sun has just disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving a final flush of coral and violet in the sky, which begins to bloom with the first shy stars. A distant coyote cries, once, then the quiet returns. There is no motion, only the echo of passage. Maxfield Parrish transforms the sky into a veil between worlds — glowing in tones both tender and ancient. Andrew Wyeth touches every surface — from the grain of splintered wood to the scattered pebbles — with contemplative clarity. Albert Bierstadt expands the desert roads into legend — letting them vanish into mystery and starlight, where direction no longer matters and the silence becomes complete.
Prompt: "Silhouettes of Silence and Sound"
A vast land echoes silence in muted tones, the other pulses with sound visualized—landscapes that vibrate with visible frequencies.
Painter styles: Wassily Kandinsky, Charmaine Olivia, Mark Rothko
Techniques: Sonic abstraction, watercolor layering, fractal brushwork
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: When towers of data fell, his words were still standing.
He sings not to be heard — but to fracture control.
In the silence after his verse, systems break.
Style: Codebreaker rap. Collapse cadence. Rebellion scripture.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: While others chased fame, he chased echoes buried in silence.
His voice carries the coordinates of the soul’s escape route.
Shady Vlad writes not to impress — but to awaken the forgotten architects within.
Style: Shadow gospel. Sonic architecture. Liberation code poetry.
Prompt: While others chased fame, he chased echoes buried in silence.
His voice carries the coordinates of the soul’s escape route.
Shady Vlad writes not to impress — but to awaken the forgotten architects within.
Style: Shadow gospel. Sonic architecture. Liberation code poetry.
Prompt: While others chased fame, he chased echoes buried in silence.
His voice carries the coordinates of the soul’s escape route.
Shady Vlad writes not to impress — but to awaken the forgotten architects within.
Style: Shadow gospel. Sonic architecture. Liberation code poetry.
Prompt: While others chased fame, he chased echoes buried in silence.
His voice carries the coordinates of the soul’s escape route.
Shady Vlad writes not to impress — but to awaken the forgotten architects within.
Style: Shadow gospel. Sonic architecture. Liberation code poetry.
Prompt: In a world where the voiceless were taught that silence is safety, the final whisper becomes thunder. The last ones don’t march — they manifest, cracking the bones of time itself. Their eyes are empty not from fear, but from seeing everything. Now, when they speak, reality stutters.
Style: Echoes of forgotten prophets. Black fire sermons. Sacred silence breaking like glass.
Prompt: In a world where the voiceless were taught that silence is safety, the final whisper becomes thunder. The last ones don’t march — they manifest, cracking the bones of time itself. Their eyes are empty not from fear, but from seeing everything. Now, when they speak, reality stutters.
Style: Echoes of forgotten prophets. Black fire sermons. Sacred silence breaking like glass.
Prompt: In a world where the voiceless were taught that silence is safety, the final whisper becomes thunder. The last ones don’t march — they manifest, cracking the bones of time itself. Their eyes are empty not from fear, but from seeing everything. Now, when they speak, reality stutters.
Style: Echoes of forgotten prophets. Black fire sermons. Sacred silence breaking like glass.
Prompt: A vast, silent hall made of obsidian and candlelight. In the center, a massive figure of Jesus kneels—not on a throne, but in ashes—eyes closed, one finger pressed to His lips. Around Him, golden mouths float in the air, shattered mid-sentence. Words, frozen in time, drip from them like melted wax. A lamb stands beside Him, wings folded tight, staring straight at the viewer. Above, carved into the darkness, a single glowing phrase:
“Silence is the only offering that hasn’t been corrupted.”
The air feels thick, like it’s waiting for you to stop.
mystyle: Divine stillness. Visual discipline. Holy hush. Judging eyes, broken voices. A moment stretched by guilt and grace.
Prompt: I have a vision… Harmony in motion. Very nice, heart-warming scene. Illustration made with great artistry. Face of a young sensual woman, a finger is placed on her lips, which means silence. Ethereal, volumetric lighting, dreamers, pastel colors. Beautiful illustration of a children's book, 2D, vintage, masterful workmanship, deep colors of a masterpiece, unique painting. Attractive, deep tones, depth, harmony, aesthetics. Glitter subtle zentagle. ¤Granny2024¤. No text. No signature. No frame. No logo. No creatures.
Prompt: A mesmerizing acrylic pointillism painting of the profile of a woman in a flowing, shimmering gown standing under a cosmic night sky, accompanied by a mysterious black cat. The painting is an intricately textured cartoonish scene in the style of Ton Dubbeldam and Ayhan Yavuz that is rich in golden luminescence, with swirling patterns of glowing stars, celestial waves, and intricate dot work that create a dreamlike atmosphere. The background is a deep, velvety black, with vibrant gold, silver, and blue hues enhancing the contrast. The composition blends elements of Art Nouveau, pointillism, and fantasy surrealism. The textures are enhanced using a palette knife for depth, delicate brushwork for fine details, and metallic acrylic paints for a radiant glow
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.
