Prompt: In the desolate expanse of the lunar surface, amidst a chaotic theater of war, strides a lone figure—a futuristic female soldier adorned in imposing, mechanical armor that exudes both menace and technological prowess. This armored behemoth, a harbinger of advanced warfare, stands unrivaled amidst the relentless onslaught of battle.Clad in a formidable exoskeleton, the soldier embodies the epitome of tactical superiority. The armor, an amalgamation of sleek design and impenetrable resilience, forms an imposing silhouette against the bleak lunar landscape. Its surface, a seamless sheath of obsidian alloy, reflects the eerie glow of distant explosions and the haunting luminescence of alien weaponry.The soldier's helmet, a masterpiece of futuristic engineering, encases their head in a sleek visage of cutting-edge technology. Within its confines lies a heads-up display that projects tactical overlays and vital information, enhancing the soldier's situational awareness amidst the chaos of war.In one hand, the soldier wields a futuristic rifle—a weapon of unparalleled sophistication that hums with lethal energy. The rifle, an epitome of destructive precision, emits vibrant pulses of energy, capable of obliterating enemy targets with surgical accuracy across the lunar battlefield.Around the soldier, the lunar surface trembles with the impact of incoming bombs, their detonations casting plumes of lunar dust and debris into the air. Spaceships, locked in a deadly skirmish overhead, unleash torrents of energy beams that streak across the sky, illuminating the lunar terrain in a mesmerizing display of cosmic warfare.Yet, amidst this maelstrom, the soldier charges forward with unwavering determination, their mechanical armor a bastion of impenetrable defense. Anti-tank missiles, mere nuisances against the formidable armor, bounce harmlessly off its surface, a testament to its imperviousness against conventional weaponry.
Prompt: In the depths of collapsing dimensions, where even light hesitates to reach, Suleiman stands — tall, broad-shouldered, and forged from the very essence of shadow. No radiant aura surrounds him; no glimmer of energy escapes. Everything around him is swallowed by a living darkness, thick and deliberate, coiling around his body like serpents born from the void.
His eyes… two pitch-black abysses — not a color, but an event.
Gazing into them feels like staring into a singularity that devours sound, time, and certainty. Even D-rank demons tremble when those void-eyes fall upon them. Anyone who meets his gaze feels a quiet pull at their soul, as if something inside him is measuring them.
His skin carries a deeper tone now, as if a second layer of shadow has fused with his flesh. His muscles are precise and defined, but there is a subtle wrongness to them — a sense that his body is no longer entirely bound by mortal laws.
The darkness around him is not still. It breathes.
Ripples of shadow open and fold silently, and at times — especially in battle — faint silhouettes of hands and tendrils stretch out from his own shadow, reaching, clawing, then slipping back into nothingness.
His great axe, Gatebreaker, is more than a weapon. It is a reservoir of pure night. The blade gleams with a blackness that reflects no light, its edges dripping faint trails of shadow-smoke. Whenever he swings it, a deep, resonant thump echoes through the air — like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening beneath the world.
His power does not erupt; it silences.
When he moves, the air seems to vanish.
When he strikes, the earth folds inward.
When he releases his Darkness Concept, the stars themselves flicker — as if afraid.
Behind him, bound yet free, floats the form of his core — now a dark, spiritual entity with a thin, feminine silhouette and eyes like silver fractures in obsidian. She does not speak; she communicates through sensation, emotion, and instinct, amplifying his control over the void.
When Suleiman walks, the world grows quiet.
When he looks, reality tightens.
And when he chooses to fight…
even the ancient creatures of the abyss understand that darkness is not the enemy of light —
it is the enemy of existence itself.
Prompt: In the depths of collapsing dimensions, where even light hesitates to reach, Suleiman stands — tall, broad-shouldered, and forged from the very essence of shadow. No radiant aura surrounds him; no glimmer of energy escapes. Everything around him is swallowed by a living darkness, thick and deliberate, coiling around his body like serpents born from the void.
His eyes… two pitch-black abysses — not a color, but an event.
Gazing into them feels like staring into a singularity that devours sound, time, and certainty. Even D-rank demons tremble when those void-eyes fall upon them. Anyone who meets his gaze feels a quiet pull at their soul, as if something inside him is measuring them.
His skin carries a deeper tone now, as if a second layer of shadow has fused with his flesh. His muscles are precise and defined, but there is a subtle wrongness to them — a sense that his body is no longer entirely bound by mortal laws.
The darkness around him is not still. It breathes.
Ripples of shadow open and fold silently, and at times — especially in battle — faint silhouettes of hands and tendrils stretch out from his own shadow, reaching, clawing, then slipping back into nothingness.
His great axe, Gatebreaker, is more than a weapon. It is a reservoir of pure night. The blade gleams with a blackness that reflects no light, its edges dripping faint trails of shadow-smoke. Whenever he swings it, a deep, resonant thump echoes through the air — like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening beneath the world.
His power does not erupt; it silences.
When he moves, the air seems to vanish.
When he strikes, the earth folds inward.
When he releases his Darkness Concept, the stars themselves flicker — as if afraid.
Behind him, bound yet free, floats the form of his core — now a dark, spiritual entity with a thin, feminine silhouette and eyes like silver fractures in obsidian. She does not speak; she communicates through sensation, emotion, and instinct, amplifying his control over the void.
When Suleiman walks, the world grows quiet.
When he looks, reality tightens.
And when he chooses to fight…
even the ancient creatures of the abyss understand that darkness is not the enemy of light —
it is the enemy of existence itself.
Prompt: Infinite cosmic spiral, woman's silhouette as the epicenter, swirling galaxies within her form, stars and nebulae intertwined, celestial elements merging with human figure, cosmic dust and vibrant colors, ethereal and mystical aura, surreal and dreamlike composition, blending human and universe seamlessly, digital art, high resolution, vivid color palette, soft and ethereal lighting, inspired by surrealism and cosmic art.
Prompt: In the desolate expanse of the lunar surface, amidst a chaotic theater of war, strides a lone figure—a futuristic female soldier adorned in imposing, mechanical armor that exudes both menace and technological prowess. This armored behemoth, a harbinger of advanced warfare, stands unrivaled amidst the relentless onslaught of battle.Clad in a formidable exoskeleton, the soldier embodies the epitome of tactical superiority. The armor, an amalgamation of sleek design and impenetrable resilience, forms an imposing silhouette against the bleak lunar landscape. Its surface, a seamless sheath of obsidian alloy, reflects the eerie glow of distant explosions and the haunting luminescence of alien weaponry.The soldier's helmet, a masterpiece of futuristic engineering, encases their head in a sleek visage of cutting-edge technology. Within its confines lies a heads-up display that projects tactical overlays and vital information, enhancing the soldier's situational awareness amidst the chaos of war.In one hand, the soldier wields a futuristic rifle—a weapon of unparalleled sophistication that hums with lethal energy. The rifle, an epitome of destructive precision, emits vibrant pulses of energy, capable of obliterating enemy targets with surgical accuracy across the lunar battlefield.Around the soldier, the lunar surface trembles with the impact of incoming bombs, their detonations casting plumes of lunar dust and debris into the air. Spaceships, locked in a deadly skirmish overhead, unleash torrents of energy beams that streak across the sky, illuminating the lunar terrain in a mesmerizing display of cosmic warfare.Yet, amidst this maelstrom, the soldier charges forward with unwavering determination, their mechanical armor a bastion of impenetrable defense. Anti-tank missiles, mere nuisances against the formidable armor, bounce harmlessly off its surface, a testament to its imperviousness against conventional weaponry.
Prompt: In the depths of collapsing dimensions, where even light hesitates to reach, Suleiman stands — tall, broad-shouldered, and forged from the very essence of shadow. No radiant aura surrounds him; no glimmer of energy escapes. Everything around him is swallowed by a living darkness, thick and deliberate, coiling around his body like serpents born from the void.
His eyes… two pitch-black abysses — not a color, but an event.
Gazing into them feels like staring into a singularity that devours sound, time, and certainty. Even D-rank demons tremble when those void-eyes fall upon them. Anyone who meets his gaze feels a quiet pull at their soul, as if something inside him is measuring them.
His skin carries a deeper tone now, as if a second layer of shadow has fused with his flesh. His muscles are precise and defined, but there is a subtle wrongness to them — a sense that his body is no longer entirely bound by mortal laws.
The darkness around him is not still. It breathes.
Ripples of shadow open and fold silently, and at times — especially in battle — faint silhouettes of hands and tendrils stretch out from his own shadow, reaching, clawing, then slipping back into nothingness.
His great axe, Gatebreaker, is more than a weapon. It is a reservoir of pure night. The blade gleams with a blackness that reflects no light, its edges dripping faint trails of shadow-smoke. Whenever he swings it, a deep, resonant thump echoes through the air — like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening beneath the world.
His power does not erupt; it silences.
When he moves, the air seems to vanish.
When he strikes, the earth folds inward.
When he releases his Darkness Concept, the stars themselves flicker — as if afraid.
Behind him, bound yet free, floats the form of his core — now a dark, spiritual entity with a thin, feminine silhouette and eyes like silver fractures in obsidian. She does not speak; she communicates through sensation, emotion, and instinct, amplifying his control over the void.
When Suleiman walks, the world grows quiet.
When he looks, reality tightens.
And when he chooses to fight…
even the ancient creatures of the abyss understand that darkness is not the enemy of light —
it is the enemy of existence itself.
Prompt: A fierce warrior woman named Solaris with a Phoenix Bloodline. She has long, flowing hair and wears flame-patterned light armor. Her fiery aura radiates around her, and her eyes glow with intense heat. She wields dual flaming weapons, exuding power and grace. Her presence is both destructive and majestic, embodying fire and rebirth. The background can depict either a blazing battlefield or a serene sunset by a river, reflecting her dual nature of war and renewal.
Prompt: In the depths of collapsing dimensions, where even light hesitates to reach, Suleiman stands — tall, broad-shouldered, and forged from the very essence of shadow. No radiant aura surrounds him; no glimmer of energy escapes. Everything around him is swallowed by a living darkness, thick and deliberate, coiling around his body like serpents born from the void.
His eyes… two pitch-black abysses — not a color, but an event.
Gazing into them feels like staring into a singularity that devours sound, time, and certainty. Even D-rank demons tremble when those void-eyes fall upon them. Anyone who meets his gaze feels a quiet pull at their soul, as if something inside him is measuring them.
His skin carries a deeper tone now, as if a second layer of shadow has fused with his flesh. His muscles are precise and defined, but there is a subtle wrongness to them — a sense that his body is no longer entirely bound by mortal laws.
The darkness around him is not still. It breathes.
Ripples of shadow open and fold silently, and at times — especially in battle — faint silhouettes of hands and tendrils stretch out from his own shadow, reaching, clawing, then slipping back into nothingness.
His great axe, Gatebreaker, is more than a weapon. It is a reservoir of pure night. The blade gleams with a blackness that reflects no light, its edges dripping faint trails of shadow-smoke. Whenever he swings it, a deep, resonant thump echoes through the air — like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening beneath the world.
His power does not erupt; it silences.
When he moves, the air seems to vanish.
When he strikes, the earth folds inward.
When he releases his Darkness Concept, the stars themselves flicker — as if afraid.
Behind him, bound yet free, floats the form of his core — now a dark, spiritual entity with a thin, feminine silhouette and eyes like silver fractures in obsidian. She does not speak; she communicates through sensation, emotion, and instinct, amplifying his control over the void.
When Suleiman walks, the world grows quiet.
When he looks, reality tightens.
And when he chooses to fight…
even the ancient creatures of the abyss understand that darkness is not the enemy of light —
it is the enemy of existence itself.
Prompt: In the depths of collapsing dimensions, where even light hesitates to reach, Suleiman stands — tall, broad-shouldered, and forged from the very essence of shadow. No radiant aura surrounds him; no glimmer of energy escapes. Everything around him is swallowed by a living darkness, thick and deliberate, coiling around his body like serpents born from the void.
His eyes… two pitch-black abysses — not a color, but an event.
Gazing into them feels like staring into a singularity that devours sound, time, and certainty. Even D-rank demons tremble when those void-eyes fall upon them. Anyone who meets his gaze feels a quiet pull at their soul, as if something inside him is measuring them.
His skin carries a deeper tone now, as if a second layer of shadow has fused with his flesh. His muscles are precise and defined, but there is a subtle wrongness to them — a sense that his body is no longer entirely bound by mortal laws.
The darkness around him is not still. It breathes.
Ripples of shadow open and fold silently, and at times — especially in battle — faint silhouettes of hands and tendrils stretch out from his own shadow, reaching, clawing, then slipping back into nothingness.
His great axe, Gatebreaker, is more than a weapon. It is a reservoir of pure night. The blade gleams with a blackness that reflects no light, its edges dripping faint trails of shadow-smoke. Whenever he swings it, a deep, resonant thump echoes through the air — like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening beneath the world.
His power does not erupt; it silences.
When he moves, the air seems to vanish.
When he strikes, the earth folds inward.
When he releases his Darkness Concept, the stars themselves flicker — as if afraid.
Behind him, bound yet free, floats the form of his core — now a dark, spiritual entity with a thin, feminine silhouette and eyes like silver fractures in obsidian. She does not speak; she communicates through sensation, emotion, and instinct, amplifying his control over the void.
When Suleiman walks, the world grows quiet.
When he looks, reality tightens.
And when he chooses to fight…
even the ancient creatures of the abyss understand that darkness is not the enemy of light —
it is the enemy of existence itself.
Prompt: In the depths of collapsing dimensions, where even light hesitates to reach, Suleiman stands — tall, broad-shouldered, and forged from the very essence of shadow. No radiant aura surrounds him; no glimmer of energy escapes. Everything around him is swallowed by a living darkness, thick and deliberate, coiling around his body like serpents born from the void.
His eyes… two pitch-black abysses — not a color, but an event.
Gazing into them feels like staring into a singularity that devours sound, time, and certainty. Even D-rank demons tremble when those void-eyes fall upon them. Anyone who meets his gaze feels a quiet pull at their soul, as if something inside him is measuring them.
His skin carries a deeper tone now, as if a second layer of shadow has fused with his flesh. His muscles are precise and defined, but there is a subtle wrongness to them — a sense that his body is no longer entirely bound by mortal laws.
The darkness around him is not still. It breathes.
Ripples of shadow open and fold silently, and at times — especially in battle — faint silhouettes of hands and tendrils stretch out from his own shadow, reaching, clawing, then slipping back into nothingness.
His great axe, Gatebreaker, is more than a weapon. It is a reservoir of pure night. The blade gleams with a blackness that reflects no light, its edges dripping faint trails of shadow-smoke. Whenever he swings it, a deep, resonant thump echoes through the air — like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening beneath the world.
His power does not erupt; it silences.
When he moves, the air seems to vanish.
When he strikes, the earth folds inward.
When he releases his Darkness Concept, the stars themselves flicker — as if afraid.
Behind him, bound yet free, floats the form of his core — now a dark, spiritual entity with a thin, feminine silhouette and eyes like silver fractures in obsidian. She does not speak; she communicates through sensation, emotion, and instinct, amplifying his control over the void.
When Suleiman walks, the world grows quiet.
When he looks, reality tightens.
And when he chooses to fight…
even the ancient creatures of the abyss understand that darkness is not the enemy of light —
it is the enemy of existence itself.
Prompt: In the depths of collapsing dimensions, where even light hesitates to reach, Suleiman stands — tall, broad-shouldered, and forged from the very essence of shadow. No radiant aura surrounds him; no glimmer of energy escapes. Everything around him is swallowed by a living darkness, thick and deliberate, coiling around his body like serpents born from the void.
His eyes… two pitch-black abysses — not a color, but an event.
Gazing into them feels like staring into a singularity that devours sound, time, and certainty. Even D-rank demons tremble when those void-eyes fall upon them. Anyone who meets his gaze feels a quiet pull at their soul, as if something inside him is measuring them.
His skin carries a deeper tone now, as if a second layer of shadow has fused with his flesh. His muscles are precise and defined, but there is a subtle wrongness to them — a sense that his body is no longer entirely bound by mortal laws.
The darkness around him is not still. It breathes.
Ripples of shadow open and fold silently, and at times — especially in battle — faint silhouettes of hands and tendrils stretch out from his own shadow, reaching, clawing, then slipping back into nothingness.
His great axe, Gatebreaker, is more than a weapon. It is a reservoir of pure night. The blade gleams with a blackness that reflects no light, its edges dripping faint trails of shadow-smoke. Whenever he swings it, a deep, resonant thump echoes through the air — like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening beneath the world.
His power does not erupt; it silences.
When he moves, the air seems to vanish.
When he strikes, the earth folds inward.
When he releases his Darkness Concept, the stars themselves flicker — as if afraid.
Behind him, bound yet free, floats the form of his core — now a dark, spiritual entity with a thin, feminine silhouette and eyes like silver fractures in obsidian. She does not speak; she communicates through sensation, emotion, and instinct, amplifying his control over the void.
When Suleiman walks, the world grows quiet.
When he looks, reality tightens.
And when he chooses to fight…
even the ancient creatures of the abyss understand that darkness is not the enemy of light —
it is the enemy of existence itself.
Prompt: "A powerful galactic-level female cultivator, fierce and merciless, clad in dark, ethereal armor that crackles with energy. Her piercing eyes blaze with an unforgiving intensity, and her long, flowing hair dances like tendrils of shadow. She wields a formidable, ancient blade that glows with a sinister light, commanding the very forces of the cosmos. Surrounding her, turbulent nebulae and swirling galaxies emphasize her ruthless dominion over the vastness of space."
Prompt: Infinite cosmic spiral, woman's silhouette as the epicenter, swirling galaxies within her form, stars and nebulae intertwined, celestial elements merging with human figure, cosmic dust and vibrant colors, ethereal and mystical aura, surreal and dreamlike composition, blending human and universe seamlessly, digital art, high resolution, vivid color palette, soft and ethereal lighting, inspired by surrealism and cosmic art.
Prompt: A powerful galactic-level merciless cultivator, clad in dark, glowing armor that pulsates with cosmic energy. His eyes are cold and fierce, radiating an aura of unstoppable power. He wields a massive, ominous battle axe crackling with raw energy, ready to cleave through the very fabric of space. Surrounded by swirling galaxies and turbulent nebulae, he stands as a dominant force in the universe, embodying ruthless strength
Prompt: Infinite cosmic spiral, woman's silhouette as the epicenter, swirling galaxies within her form, stars and nebulae intertwined, celestial elements merging with human figure, cosmic dust and vibrant colors, ethereal and mystical aura, surreal and dreamlike composition, blending human and universe seamlessly, digital art, high resolution, vivid color palette, soft and ethereal lighting, inspired by surrealism and cosmic art.
Prompt: A powerful galactic-level merciless cultivator Beautiful cat girl, clad in dark, glowing armor that pulsates with cosmic energy. her eyes are cold and fierce, radiating an aura of unstoppable power. ready to cleave through the very fabric of space. Surrounded by swirling galaxies and turbulent nebulae, she stands as a dominant force in the universe, embodying ruthless strength
Prompt: A beautiful and cute anime-style girl inspired by Xion from Kingdom Hearts. A hyper-realistic, emotionally charged digital painting of a dark reinterpretation of Alice in Wonderland. In the center stands Alice — no longer the innocent girl, but a fierce, resolute figure. Her silky black hair falling to her chest, slightly tousled. Her face is pale, her expression intense, framed by the iconic blue dress and white apron, now torn and splattered with blood. The lighting is moody and dramatic, casting sharp shadows across the surreal scene.
She is surrounded by menacing humanoid-looking shadows made of black smoke. The surroundings are dark, twisted and enchanted: bent trees, roses and thorns, red butterflies, glowing plants and impossible paths that hint at a decaying magical realm. The balance between wonder and horror creates a spooky atmosphere.
The most striking detail is in Alice's large, shiny blue eyes, which are rendered in rich detail - she gazes towards the impending danger behind the chaos. The textures are rich and precise: grainy stone, worn fabric, gleaming steel and lifelike skin. This artwork is a visceral fusion of brutal fantasy and magical beauty, penetrating the viewer with intensity and wonder.— stylish, high-tech, and graceful. She stands poised between glowing flowers, with holographic butterflies flitting around her. The background glows with dreamy light, a mystical forest bathed in twilight and magic. Ultra-detailed, ethereal, fantasy-meets-sci-fi anime aesthetic — Ghibli softness with a hint of cyber-fantasy elegance.
Prompt: A fierce warrior woman named Solaris with a Phoenix Bloodline. She has long, flowing hair and wears flame-patterned light armor. Her fiery aura radiates around her, and her eyes glow with intense heat. She wields dual flaming weapons, exuding power and grace. Her presence is both destructive and majestic, embodying fire and rebirth. The background can depict either a blazing battlefield or a serene sunset by a river, reflecting her dual nature of war and renewal.
Prompt: A powerful galactic-level merciless cultivator Beautiful cat girl, clad in dark, glowing armor that pulsates with cosmic energy. her eyes are cold and fierce, radiating an aura of unstoppable power. ready to cleave through the very fabric of space. Surrounded by swirling galaxies and turbulent nebulae, she stands as a dominant force in the universe, embodying ruthless strength
Prompt: A powerful galactic-level merciless cultivator Beautiful cat girl, clad in dark, glowing armor that pulsates with cosmic energy. her eyes are cold and fierce, radiating an aura of unstoppable power. ready to cleave through the very fabric of space. Surrounded by swirling galaxies and turbulent nebulae, she stands as a dominant force in the universe, embodying ruthless strength
Prompt: Ancient horror lurking in Amazon jungle, Spider Queen, cosmic dread, adventurers trapped, souls ensnared, intricate web weaving, dark and foreboding atmosphere, eerie shadows, tangled vines, ominous moonlit sky, exotic flora, arachnid features, intricate details, realistic fantasy art style, high-definition, vibrant colors with hints of black, purple, and green, dramatic lighting casting deep shadows and highlights, reminiscent of Lovecraftian horror, ArtStation.
Prompt: Ancient horror lurking in Amazon jungle, Spider Queen, cosmic dread, adventurers trapped, souls ensnared, intricate web weaving, dark and foreboding atmosphere, eerie shadows, tangled vines, ominous moonlit sky, exotic flora, arachnid features, intricate details, realistic fantasy art style, high-definition, vibrant colors with hints of black, purple, and green, dramatic lighting casting deep shadows and highlights, reminiscent of Lovecraftian horror, ArtStation.
Prompt: Dimly lit mist-filled room, woman's Ahegao expression, thick glistening tentacles coiling around her body, arms, waist, and legs, iridescent slick skin reflecting faint light, eerie otherworldly glow, some tentacles serpent-like behind her, others anchoring her in place, pulling her closer, cold shifting embrace, haunting and surreal atmosphere, claimed by a deep-sea creature, whole-body view, detailed realism, dark and mysterious color palette, dramatic lighting casting shadows, digital illustration, high resolution, Artstation.
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.
