Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
group of Empowered Warriors United in Battle Readiness
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Prompt: A group of ten female warriors stands in a rocky, snow-covered landscape. They wear intricately designed bronze armor, showcasing their athletic physiques. The central figure, with long, wavy blonde hair, gazes confidently ahead, flanked by similarly armored companions. Each warrior holds weapons, exuding strength and determination amidst a dramatic, wintry backdrop. "uncropped full shot"
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: Style of Alexander Jansson and Picasso - sculpture Rihanna as bodybuilder proudly displaying his armpits, made of letters Latin alphabet of oxidized bronze with turquoise patina, full body image, daytime soft diffused light, soft shadows, 8k, light background.
Prompt: Create an artistic portrait featuring three women in profile, each showcasing unique skin tones and hair colors. The woman on the left has vibrant blue skin and voluminous, curly hair with hues of orange and red, adorned with a gold hoop earring. The center woman has a natural skin tone with long, flowing hair that is dark brown and has a subtle sheen, emphasizing her soft facial features and full lips painted in a striking red. The woman on the right has deep black skin and tightly coiled hair, maintaining a dignified presence with elegant sharp features. The background is a lively splash of warm colors with hints of orange, yellow, and scattered paint splatters, enhancing the dynamic energy of the composition. Each woman exudes confidence and individuality, reflecting diversity and beauty through their distinct characteristics.
Prompt: Powerful female bodybuilder with marble-like muscles, wearing sleek black leather, stands on a retro-futuristic platform, overlooking a neon-lit cyberpunk city, with pure white hair in sharp geometric shapes, rendered in bold manga-inspired lines, vibrant cel-shaded style, with cinematic lighting, inspired by Syd Mead, Hajime Sorayama, and Ash Thorp.# Film Video Neo: Color Fantasy# Film Video Neo
Prompt: **Ultrarealistic**, professional photograph, **16:9 aspect ratio**, full-body shot, an **ultra-muscular** (but feminine), **large-breasted** beautiful Asian warrior woman, preparing for battle. She has **long, flowing black hair** and **flawless, beautiful skin**. **Attire:** She wears minimalist, highly detailed, polished, dark armor that is mostly revealing (barely covering the necessary). **Setting:** A dense, dark forest, late, **moonlit night**. It is raining (slight drizzle), with **water droplets glistening** on her skin and the polished armor, reflecting the **ethereal moonlight**. In the far distance, silhouettes of several ninja are visible, barely emerging from the shadows. **Atmosphere:** Dark, cinematic lighting, high contrast, moody, wet atmosphere, dramatic rim lighting from the moon, volumetric fog/mist on the forest floor, extremely high detail, cinematic focus, sharp focus, 8K, Hasselblad X2D, detailed skin texture. **Negative Prompt:** deformed, bad anatomy, disfigured, poorly drawn, extra limbs, cartoon, anime, painting, illustration, sketch, cropped, blurry, low resolution, poorly lit, bright colors, day light, sunlight, green sun, futuristic, science fiction, sword, weapon, blurry background, blurry foreground
Prompt: Create an ultra-detailed, photo-realistic desktop wallpaper showing a beautiful Asian female warrior preparing for battle. She has long black hair, a toned but feminine athletic body, prominent breasts, and shapely bare legs. Her full figure should be visible.
She wears a stylish, modest battle outfit with matching high-heeled boots, revealing some of her smooth skin while still looking strong and elegant.
She is standing in a dark, mysterious environment — a moonlit forest clearing — with swirling mist and dramatic lighting. She is holding a weapon (such as a katana or a pair of short ninja blades) and is preparing to fight a dangerous monster or a group of enemy ninjas in the shadows.
Her pose is sensual, confident and seductive, but also ready for combat.
Style requirements:
– hyper-realistic photography
– correct human anatomy
– natural hands with five fingers, no extra fingers
– highly detailed skin texture, fabric texture, and lighting
– cinematic atmosphere
– 1920×1080 resolution or higher
Prompt: Abstract Impressionist painting capturing a group of elegant tribal women standing at dawn on a serene meadow. Their silhouettes are adorned with ornate, decorative patterns and vibrant textures in the spirit of Richard Burlet’s opulent, mosaic-like style. Soft golden light rises behind them, casting long, ethereal shadows across the grass. The composition blends expressive brushstrokes, jewel-toned color accents, and intricate ornamental details, creating a poetic, dreamlike atmosphere filled with grace and modern tribal sophistication.
Prompt: Beautiful, tall and fit nordic maiden with golden, braided hair, wearing armbands, with her nordic lover, also with golden hair and longer hair including facial hair, standing boldly in a forest in a valley.
Prompt: Please generate a desktop wallpaper for me depicting a beautiful Asian warrior with long black hair, prominent breasts, a nice muscular but still feminine figure, and very shapely bare legs. She should be modestly dressed so that her beautiful skin is visible. The scenery should have a dark background, e.g. a moonlit night, a forest or a clearing, and the warrior should be sensual and seductive. She should look like a real photo, so the photo should contain a lot of details and have a mysterious atmosphere. The photo should have a resolution of 1920x1080 or a multiple thereof.
Prompt: long view, storytelling, colorful ink wash art style by Jeremy Mann (Berndnaut Schmilde art style:1.3) a contemporary watercolor painting, Apsulov: End Of Gods style concept art, dynamic pose, holographic astral cosmic illustration mixed media; Pablo Amaringo, intense blacks, low light environment, illuminated from below, depict (bald maori_goblin:1.45) in gladiator kilt, chain mail, leather pauldrons and (floral sarong:1.45), white tattoos {tropical setting} deep background :: expressive, heavy strokes, bold rim lighting, cinematic perspective with exaggerated foreshortening, glitch artifacts, vibrant duotone, ethereal, soft focus, traveler, peaceful
Prompt: Stunning color oil drawing on textured paper, Abstract expressionism surrealism, Chic Trio afro in Vibrant Scenic Style, background Cosmic Nebulae, amazingly powerful, a very powerful piece, Inspired by the style illustrations of Picasso, Tomasz Setowski. As if created in the patchwork style of Masamune Shirow, Catrin Welz-Stein, Satoshi Kon and Van Gogh, Mamoru Nagano
Prompt: A ferocious, ultra-detailed, photorealistic, hyperrealistic digital painting, rendered as high-end concept art, of a colossal, heavily-armored fusion creature roaring defiantly on a high, rocky desert mesa at sunset, dust swirling around its feet. This creature is a seamless, genetically engineered hybrid of a **Grizzly Bear** and a **Giant Wasp** (e.g., tarantula hawk wasp), possessing the bear's enormous size, powerful musculature, and shaggy brown fur, but covered in thick, interlocking plates of black and vibrant yellow chitinous armor, forming a natural exoskeleton that protects its vital areas. Its massive paws are tipped with long, black, venomous stinger-claws, and its abdomen tapers into a wasp-like segment that houses a single, massive, syringe-like stinger, poised high in the air. Its head is bear-like, but its eyes are large, compound, and dark red, and it features small, constantly vibrating antennae above its snout. A pair of vestigial, heavily-veined insect wings are folded tightly against its back, used for stabilization rather than flight. A dynamic cinematic, eye-level shot, emphasizing the creature's immense power and aggressive posture against the backdrop of the fiery sunset and expansive desert. The primary lighting is the warm, intense, low-angle light of the setting sun, casting long, sharp shadows and vividly illuminating the creature's yellow and black armor, highlighting the contrast between the coarse fur and the smooth chitin. Small text on the bottom right corner: "digo.a.i", masterpiece quality, Octane render, complex fur and chitin textures, volumetric dust and sunset atmosphere, dramatic high-contrast lighting.
Prompt: Valkyrie Descendingcell-shaded wings flare with divine light as she plunges toward the chaos below, cutting through smoke and steel like a radiant blade sent to reclaim the fallen
Prompt: Masterpiece, a multi-block color woodcut and linocut print in a vibrant, graphic style. A group of villagers stands amidst tall grass during the harvest season, their forms defined by a clean, bold key block that outlines each figure with sharp, deliberate lines. Masterpiece, a multi-block linocut and woodcut print in a raw, expressive style. A close-up, dynamic scene is carved and printed with aggressive, gestural force. A glamorous woman with a short ice-white pixie cut is the focal point, her form defined by a chaotic key block of scratching, splashing, and irregular squiggly lines. Her figure, captured mid-stride with confident energy, is rendered with evocative, coarse brush stroke-like gouges. She stands at a market stall on a cold, gray morning, her breath suggested by swirls of fine, misty stippling in the air. She wears an old suede jacket with a fur collar, baggy jeans, and Chucks, their textures created through varied hatching and splattered ink. Her tired expression is carved with intricate, precise detail. The background features the bustling weekly market. The silhouettes of houses and crowds of people are blurred into suggestive, overlapping shapes through deep, horizontal grooves and layered transparent inks, emulating fog. A cheerful old Chinese vendor and his apple stall are depicted with sharper, more defined cuts.
The color palette is a dramatic contrast of vibrant, impasto-like fields of color the red of apples, the blue of her jeans against a dark, moody background. The style merges the chiaroscuro of Caravaggio with the textural rawness of printmaking, creating a breathtaking, atmospheric urban snapshot. Graphic style, linocut, woodcut, key block, bold outlines, high-contrast, textured, atmospheric, urban, raw, stylistic. Graphic style, linocut, woodcut, key block, bold outlines, flat colors, vibrant, intricate, stylistic, modern illustrative, harvest theme.
Prompt: A realistic image showing a young girl, she has fair skin and long blonde hair. She wears a generic white shirt, jeans, and a long floor length gold cape stitched onto her shoulders. She is standing in a field, letting the wind make her cape flow.
Prompt: A photo realistic image showing a 7 year old Caucasian girl with fair skin and long blond hair. She wears a generic pink shirt, jeans, and a floor length gold cape stitched to her shoulders. She stands on a white background facing the camera.
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.
