Prompt: A frayed woman, made of small pieces of torn fabric and little pieces of string that float in the wind of a storm, a vague and slender and haunted feminine silhouette floating in the darkness, hand drawing sketch, wind and storm and rain, very dark
Prompt: A frayed woman, made of small pieces of torn fabric and little pieces of string that float in the wind of a storm, a vague and slender and haunted feminine silhouette floating in the darkness, hand drawing sketch, wind and storm and rain, very dark
Prompt: A chilling and macabre Gothic-style horror scene of a wretched lighthouse keeper in a decayed form, a hybrid of a zombie and mummy. This unsettling character is clad in the salt-stained, tattered remains of a maritime greatcoat, with its right arm replaced by a massive, corroded ship's lantern whose fractured glass panes emit a sickly, rotating beam of jaundiced light, its eyes glowing with the same foul luminescence. It is located at the very top of a storm-battered lighthouse, surrounded by broken glass and the twisted brass mechanisms of the failed light apparatus, caught in the act of staring out through the rain-lashed window at a doomed ship foundering on the black rocks below. The perspective is an uncomfortably close-up shot taken with a 70mm lens. The scene is illuminated by the frantic, intermittent sweep of the keeper's own lantern arm, each pass casting stark, moving shadows that reveal the waterlogged bandages, the glistening rot of its skin, and the intricate corrosion of the antique lantern metal. The chaotic light catches the driving sheets of rain against the glass and the swirling vortex of sea spray, enhancing the violent, tempestuous ambiance. This sinister piece, reminiscent of Dark Art, Macabre Art, and Morbid Art, is striking for its lifelike quality, mastery of digital art technique, and is completed in the style of high-quality computer-generated imagery and visual effects. This demands a level of detail that reflects the high-resolution capabilities of professional astronomical cameras.
Prompt: A dramatic scene featuring a solitary artist standing before a massive, swirling painting that portrays an enigmatic figure surrounded by ethereal, colorful elements. The artist, dressed in a paint-splattered coat, holds a brush poised to add the final touches, while dark storm clouds loom overhead, illuminated by flashes of lightning. The setting is a mystical landscape of rocky terrain and cascading water, with the rain pouring down, enhancing the otherworldly atmosphere. The colors in the painting are vibrant and fluid, creating a sense of magical energy that contrasts with the stormy backdrop. The overall mood is intense and emotional, capturing the power of creativity amidst chaos.
Prompt: Wacky annoyed gandalf sitting at the bus stop, Against the backdrop of a whimsical patchwork vibrant ancient gothic neighborhood, with cute crooked alleys and whimsical patchwork crooked makeshift colorful houses. The setting is engulfed in rain and wind.
Prompt: The firmament collapses into a storm of letters. Golden ones descend like fire, silver ones ascend like shadow, and where they collide, the crown of Metatron is formed — a cube of law that does not stop turning. Each face is a mirror, each mirror reflects a universe, and within each universe a law is written in fire and shadow. Metatron stands beneath it, his form radiant, his silence louder than thunder. He speaks not with words but with rotations: one turn for creation, one turn for memory, one turn for the eternal balance that binds both. The angels bow, the stars realign, and the doctrine is renewed in the crown’s infinite spin.
Prompt: Oil painting in the style of Lawrence Alma Tadema and Michal Karcz and Enki Bilal. In the storm, a woman with a strongly bent body hangs horizontally from an old street lamp, somewhat similar to pole dancing, the lantern bends in the storm and the woman is almost blown away, she can barely hold on. Her long black hair is flowing in the wind. Dreamy, soft colors, blurred storm clouds in the background. Very detailed, in the style of atmospheric tonalism. Elegant, intricate, 4k, mood lighting, perfectly lit, oil on canvas, contemporary impressionism, by Naoto Hattori and Tom Bagshaw.
Prompt: A digital art illustration in the distinctive style of the 1980s Caverna do Dragão (Dungeons and Dragons) animated series. The scene is set in a fantastical cavern, rendered with bold lines and vibrant, yet slightly muted, colors characteristic of the show. A group of three adventurers stands on a rocky path. On the left, an old, wise mentor, reminiscent of a wizard or druid, has a long white beard and a weathered face. He wears a flowing blue hooded robe and holds a staff, which glows faintly at its tip. In the center, a male wizard, with bright red hair and round glasses, wears a green robe adorned with arcane symbols. To the right, a female warrior with short red hair wears a cloak that shimmers with a magical, transparent quality, suggesting it's an invisibility cloak. Her armor is visible beneath the cloak, detailed with metallic sheen. The cavern is illuminated by a faint magical light source, casting soft shadows and highlighting glowing blue and purple crystals embedded in the cavern walls. A narrow path disappears into the shadowy depths of the cavern in the background, hinting at further exploration. The overall atmosphere is mysterious and adventurous.
Prompt: On the storm-tossed deck of a sea-worn galleon, a lone war-mage plants his flaming sword point-down, the weapon burning so fiercely that it scorches a perfect circle into the timbers beneath his boots. The circle is not ornament—it is the seal of command, a blazing covenant against chaos. He stands at its center, one gauntleted hand locked on the hilt, the other arm flung upward in invocation, palm ablaze with sorcerous fire. From his gesture surge spectral leviathans of light—serpents, drakes, and abyssal phantoms writhed from the sea’s own fury—now bound to his will. They coil skyward like burning banners, their translucent bodies shimmering with lightning, their eyes blazing as if to await orders.
Around him, the galleon groans and shudders. Ocean waves rise in black towers, their crests shredded into foam by gales. Rigging lashes like serpents in the wind; carved dragonwork on the railing glares with molten highlights as though it, too, were alive. Overhead, the gibbous sun hammers through a ragged veil of stormclouds, bleaching the sky in cold fire, backlighting the spectral host in godlike radiance. The whole scene vibrates with dual tension: the ship nearly swallowed by tempest, yet exalted by summoned dominion.
His figure is cruciform in power: feet braced against the rolling deck, shoulders squared, his stance unyielding as the ship pitches and sways. The flames wreathing him spit sparks into the gale, arcs leaping to the rigging. His sword is both anchor and channel, binding him to the deck even as the world convulses around him. The circle of fire does not flicker—it roars, marking him as sovereign amid chaos.
This is not a man beset by storm, nor a supplicant begging aid. This is command incarnate—one soul defying ocean, sky, and storm to bend their wrath into allegiance. The sea rages, the spirits whirl, the ship screams under strain—but he is the fulcrum. In this instant he is not mere mortal, but Fire Lord: master of storm and specter alike.
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Prompt: October 12th, 1898.
The Old Girl’s bones are groaning tonight. Thirty years I’ve kept her lamps lit, felt her pulse through the spiral stairs, weathered gales that’d strip paint from iron… but this? This storm’s a different beast. A mad, roaring bastard clawing at the rock since yesterday’s dusk.
It ain’t just the wind – though God knows it screams like a thousand lost souls down the chimney, rattling the very plates in the cupboard. It’s the sea. Never seen water climb like this. Great black mountains heaving themselves against the cliffs, exploding into the sky higher than the lantern room itself. The whole tower shudders with each impact, a deep, sickening thud you feel in your teeth, followed by the deluge – salt spray like gunfire against the thick glass, even up here.
The light… keeping her steady is near killing me. The mechanism whines against the unnatural strain, the gale trying to wrench the lens off its track. Every half-hour, fighting my way down to the service room feels like a war. Leaning into the wind just to stay upright on the catwalk, soaked to the skin in seconds despite the oilskins. Hands raw from hauling fuel, ears ringing constant.
Down in the cottage, the sound… it’s not just noise. It’s a pressure, like the island itself is drowning. The stink of salt and wet stone, the kerosene clinging to everything. Found myself shouting at the kettle just to hear my own voice. Remember ’68? A squall compared to this. This feels… sentient. Hungry. Saw the wreck of the Marianne flash in my mind earlier – saw her bones in the white water churning below the point. Prayed no poor souls are out there tonight. Prayed the light cuts through this filthy murk.
Back up top now. Lamp’s holding. Brass fittings weeping condensation. Hands trembling – age or fear, hard to tell. Glanced at Bella’s old chair. Could have sworn I saw her face in the salt-streaked glass for a second, pale and worried. Told her, silent-like: “Still standing, love. Light’s still burning.”
But Christ Almighty… this storm. It feels like the end of the world trying to batter down our door. Hope dawn finds the island still here. Hope the light was enough. – Silas Crowe
Prompt: A half-mutated humanoid standing tall in a storm of acidic rain, with neon veins glowing through splitting skin--defiant and transformed. —ar 4:5 —sref s.mj.run/UJfuWh0b1Io —sv 2 —stylize 1000 —v 7
Prompt: hurricane of cash ocean full of cash thunderstorm raining cash.Ultra 4K imagery Unequal partnership:Enchanted image:Legendary artwork.presenting a unique situation, character, or magical element,extreme high quality colors and textures.extreme high quality colors extreme beautiful Beauty.extreme 3D high quality effect.extreme visual effects.extreme masterpiece extreme award-winning masterpiece.rich in detail and texture.lavish Rich colors world's greatest AI image ever made.Striking Arresting Conspicuous Noticeable Impressive Spectacular Breathtaking Attention-grabbing high-resolution images, sharp images, crystal-clear pictures A "masterpiece", "magnum opus", "chef-d'oeuvre",crowning achievement"elaborate, intricate, comprehensive, exhaustive, minute, meticulous.Elite award winners:. Top-tier award recipients. Distinguished champions . Renowned award winners. Beauty and the Beast he's a giver she's a taker Unequal partnership:Enchanted image:Legendary artwork.presenting a unique situation, character, or magical element,extreme high quality colors and textures.extreme high quality colors extreme beautiful Beauty.extreme 3D high quality effect.extreme visual effects.extreme masterpiece extreme award-winning masterpiece.rich in detail and texture.lavish Rich colors world's greatest AI image ever made.Striking Arresting Conspicuous Noticeable Impressive Spectacular Breathtaking Attention-grabbing high-resolution images, sharp images, crystal-clear pictures A "masterpiece", "magnum opus", "chef-d'oeuvre",crowning achievement"elaborate, intricate, comprehensive, exhaustive, minute, meticulous.Elite award winners:. Top-tier award recipients. Distinguished champions . Renowned award winners. Prize-winning champions. Laureate champions. Acclaimed champions -winning champions. Laureate champions. Acclaimed champions perfect anatomy, realistic body proportions, correct number of fingers and toes, natural hands, symmetrical face, clear eyes, natural posture, photorealistic detail no extra limbs, no deformed hands, no distorted faces, no missing fingers, no broken anatomy, no warped proportions, no unnatural body shapes no text, no letters, no numbers, no watermarks, no signatures, no captions, no logos, no words, no writing no topless females images
Prompt: A storm of radiant letters falls from an obsidian sky, glowing gold and silver before dissolving into silence. In their place arises Metatron, crowned with a cube of light. Each side turns like a wheel, each rotation revealing doctrine beyond memory
Prompt: The African sea goddess Kianda, rising mightily from the raging ocean, her eyes glowing with divine fury as she summons a colossal storm. Her flowing hair merges with thunderclouds, her body adorned with shells, corals, and golden ornaments. Around her, lightning bolts strike the sea, enormous waves crash violently, and winds howl with unstoppable power. Her lower form shifts between a majestic fishtail and a serpent tail, coiling with energy. Ships are tossed helplessly on the furious waters, while dolphins and sea creatures circle in awe of her might. Epic fantasy art, ultra detailed, cinematic lighting, dramatic composition, mystical and terrifying aura.
Prompt: 3D, painted on a grained wooden board, cute sitting cats with black pupils at early evening, they look as if they were laughing, a smaller one is sitting a little further back, dark night, three-dimensional branches bending and flying leaves in the storm, highly detailed, a narrow half moon, golden leaves and stars, somewhat messy frame of breaking wood chips, colorful, dynamically illuminated by moonlight, highly detailed, inspired by Kay Rasmus Nielsen
Prompt: A black cat on a rooftop with red shingles, sneaking up on a sleeping pigeon, against the backdrop of a whimsical patchwork vibrant ancient gothic neighborhood, with cute crooked whimsical patchwork crooked makeshift colorful houses. The setting is engulfed in rain and wind.
Prompt: A hollow human figure with a vacant gaze, looking through a window at a violent storm. The wind is filled with flying fragments of human virtues and vices, such as compassion, hatred, and greed. The interior is barren, while the outside world is a chaotic vortex of symbolic emotions. Surreal, philosophical art, dramatic lighting, detailed.
Prompt: A colossal whale erupts from a storm-lashed ocean, its dark blue-grey body covered with innumerable scars from battles with deep-sea squid. Its body arches as it breaches the ocean's surface in a titanic eruption of water. Thunderheads churn with silver-veined lightning as spray and mist veil the horizon, broken only by shafts of starlight. Above, a zeppelin-class airship—part 1930s rigid airship, part lightly steampunk vessel—drifts amid the storm, fragile against the mythic scale of the beast. The scene is charged with cinematic light, fire-and-shadow contrast, and overwhelming heroic scale, every element pushed toward drama and awe.
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Prompt: An outback grain station silo, 1949, abandoned, dim, Oil painting with impasto technique in style of Odd Nerdrum dramatic light. Inappropriate pit in foreground,. brahma cows milling.
Prompt: On a storm-choked battlefield of broken titans, the Shattered Crown lies half-buried in volcanic black sand. Forged of alien alloy and meteoric iron, its jagged spires crackle with storm-lightning, fractured peaks glowing faintly as though still alive with divine charge. Armored scavengers climb its colossal rim like insects across the skull of a dead god. The wasteland stretches with splintered titan bones, rusted war engines, and banners planted in ash, whipping violently in the storm gale. Blood-red lightning arcs across the sky, mirrored in fused black glass sands, while distant war-machine silhouettes collapse into ruin. Every surface glows with ultra detail—pitted alloys, glowing mineral veins, and shattered relics half-swallowed by volcanic sands. The storm howls with ritual fury, each lightning strike like the echo of divine judgment, as the battlefield resounds with mythic resonance, a relic apocalypse frozen in fire, shadow, and scale.
--mod heroic scale, --mod alien monument, --mod storm-charged sky, --mod lightning arcs, --mod fire-and-shadow contrast, --mod dynamic motion, --mod ultra detail, --mod otherworldly atmosphere, --mod titanic banners, --mod fallen relic, --mod ruinfield terrain, --mod volcanic sand, --mod storm illumination, --mod apocalyptic echo, --mod storm fury, --mod meteor-forged alloy, --mod corroded ruin texture, --mod artifact glow veins, --mod archetype relic, --mod mythic resonance, --mod ritual storm banners
Prompt: Murano glass figure inclusion, an outstanding pen scribble made in (taupe ecru color ink) and charcoal, a glass symbol of sex and femininity, The drawing depicts a pretty fierce warrior princess crouching and holding two swords, amid a dramatic backdrop of lightning. Her muscular physique and determined expression convey strength and resolve. #determinationfantasy #lightning #strength #swords #warrior
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.
