Prompt: At the edge of a scarlet sky, the city of Gravestone rises from the carcasses of ancient generation ships—an immense scrapyard fused into vertical layers of civilization. Hulls of dead starliners have been welded together into towers and bridges, their once-sterile corridors now open-air markets humming with trade. Cargo bays serve as plazas; shattered engines as dwellings. Every panel, cable, and conduit has been stripped, reforged, or sold—an economy of reclamation built on ambition’s debris.
The air vibrates with sound and heat. Plasma torches flare between stalls where traders haggle over alloy veins and memory cores. Coolant steam rolls down from upper decks, mixing with the scent of ozone and rust. Rusted signage flickers in a hundred forgotten languages, neon bleeding over metallic grit. The streets are narrow and alive: carts glide on magnetic treads, and children chase drones through exhaust haze. The people here aren’t mourners—they’re craftsmen, scavengers, architects of the possible, building futures out of wreckage and refusing to die in anyone else’s shadow.
Camera angle low, drifting through the canyoned corridors of ship hulls. Above, rain patters on plated roofs, pooling in seams where paint long ago burned away. Sparks fall like embers through grated catwalks, lighting the faces of merchants and welders. Light filters through broken viewports and fractured hull glass, layering the city in shards of color. The relics of extinct worlds hang from stalls like trophies—processors, optics, carved alloys—sold not as history but as power reclaimed.
From a distance, Gravestone glows like a forge. The city hums with self-made light, a testament to the tenacity of survival—the living reshaping the bones of the past into engines of tomorrow.
--mod industrial scrapyard cityscape, --mod repurposed generation ship hulls, --mod plasma torch illumination, --mod coolant vapor diffusion, --mod neon metallic haze, --mod digital-illustrative cinematic realism, --mod Fossian scale structure, --mod reflective rainlight surfaces, --mod hyperreal contrast control, --mod flux-motion energy verbs, --mod AIVision texture coherence, --mod macro-detail corrosion, --mod low-angle traversal framing, --mod kinetic urban composition, --mod mythic pragmatism tone
Prompt: Cinematic, hyper-realistic action photograph of a desperate survival struggle. A man is caught in a violent confrontation with a massive, enraged grizzly bear in a dense, misty pine forest. The bear is reared up on its hind legs, roaring, saliva dripping from its jaws, claws extended. The man, showing sheer terror and adrenaline, is scrambling backwards, raising his arms in a futile defense. The atmosphere is one of raw, primal fear and overwhelming force. Motion blur, dramatic lighting cutting through the forest mist, frozen in a moment of extreme tension. 8k, highly detailed.
Prompt: extremly athletic and attractive tall and slim teenage asian girl, well built muscels, in a post apocalyptic gladiator leatherarmor, showing much skin, big firm breasts, belly free, long hair, dirty skin and hair, in a dessert, walking alone, some remains of a destroyed post apocalyptic settlement in the background, a old rusty hunting rifleon her back and a old knife in her right hand
Prompt: Greetings, participant—inscribe your moniker, Exchange your existence for a chance to partake. Children's games turned lethal, imbued with terror, Triumph or meet your demise. Sweet treats shatter, corpses plummet, Allegiance is a meaningless concept. Hidden figures celebrate from opulent seats, Indulging as you suffer. You plead, weep, deceive, pilfer— In pursuit of an illusion. A single victor remains. The others were sacrificed. Everything for victory. Everything for wealth.
Prompt: Overwhelmed. The water rises up. No sign it will cease or subside. Success is not optional, so we must endure and continue. The rising tide causes more pressure and stress, but there is no line in which it could become so great that the deluge ends. Or responsibility ends, rather. So, just keep swimming. You are not allowed to fail.
Prompt: Overwhelmed. The water rises up. No sign it will cease or subside. Success is not optional, so we must endure and continue. The rising tide causes more pressure and stress, but there is no line in which it could become so great that the deluge ends. Or responsibility ends, rather. So, just keep swimming. You are not allowed to fail.
Prompt: Overwhelmed. The water rises up. No sign it will cease or subside. Success is not optional, so we must endure and continue. The rising tide causes more pressure and stress, but there is no line in which it could become so great that the deluge ends. Or responsibility ends, rather. So, just keep swimming. You are not allowed to fail.
Prompt: Handsome brown-haired man in black futuristic uniform, tall tactical boots—unarmored, no helmet—captured mid-leap across volcanic terrain, suspended above dark rock and glowing lava fissures. His body fully airborne, both feet off ground, flying right to left across frame—arms outstretched, fingers reaching toward an open side-access crew door with integrated stairs extended downward from a hovering industrial vehicle. The ship hovers visibly above the lava field, its lower hull catching orange reflections from below—stairs bridge the vertical gap across open air. The stairwell is visibly attached to the ship’s fuselage, aligned directly with his leap trajectory, its steps illuminated by internal emergency lights and rimmed with scorched metal edges. Leading leg kicked forward, trailing leg bent behind—every muscle straining toward the only viable escape route. Expression taut, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the stairs, face visible at camera’s eye level—his posture reflects desperate exertion: a single shot of survival against terrain failure. Man and stairs dominate the close foreground, approx. ten feet from viewer; lava flows below ripple with localized glow, framed by jagged basalt ridges and subtle heat shimmer. In background: monolithic cliffs and volcanic haze, out of focus and non-essential. Scene composed for maximum spatial clarity—leap arc cleanly tracks toward stairwell, viewer can trace full midair vector from takeoff to impact point. Fuselage surface is dark, utilitarian, weathered—no science fiction stylization. Lighting is realistic: cool daylight from overcast sky defines scene, with lava casting soft secondary glows across rocks, uniform folds, lower hull. Only thing that matters is the arc—the leap—the last chance.
Prompt: A scavenger in a tattered exo-suit exploring a derelict alien ship, floating in a massive ship graveyard orbiting a dying red star, pieces of broken hulls and twisted metal floating in low gravity. Stark contrast lighting with red ambient glow, beams of sunlight cutting through the wreckage. Gritty, high-detail sci-fi art inspired by Paul Chadeisson and Eddie Mendoza. Medium shot, over-the-shoulder view as the scavenger looks at a glowing data core. Harsh contrast, deep shadows, chromatic aberration around bright objects.
Prompt: Epic masterpiece oil painting, illustration of a man who appears to be a 19th-century explorer, wearing dirty brown trousers, a torn homespun shirt, and brown leather boots. The man's hair and beard are disheveled, his face is wild, his eyes are wide. He has his back placed against a very large granite boulder, one hand raised, in which he grips a large broad-bladed knife. Two ferocious adult hyenas face him, their jaws open and drooling. In the background, the grassy African plain stretches into the distance, broken only by a few trees before rising into low hills below a deep blue sky. Blazing bright sun directly overhead, stark contrast. High resolution digital photography. Close-up action shot. Short depth of field. Harsh contrast, gritty texture, light dust overlay. Awe-inspiring, breathtaking masterpiece of professional oil painting, illustration, rich textures.
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.
