Prompt: Pastel Drawing
Sand Drawing
Beach Art
Rangoli Drawing
Mehndi drawing
Flower Drawing
A red-toned, geometric sand art composition depicting stylized wild reeds along a stream edge, set against rolling foothills and a heavy, textured sky.
A rule of thirds minimalist of a hauntingly mystical woman with wild wind blown hair in flowing textured vibrant red and white wet on wet alcohol translucent ink and fine lined blends in off white and grey with a hint of black, her beautiful face partially obscured, with ink tendrils extending into intricate, with faint translucent watery splashes of abstract ink stains. The figure exudes an aura of mystery and power, the background is white minimal reminiscent in style of Aubrey Beardsley and Jackson Pollock art style liquid art painting. In a serene lake setting, a woman displays a playful moment as she flips her very long hair back, creating a dramatic splash of dripping colorful in pouring medium, crimson-red, white and black. The composition captures the water droplets in mid-air, emphasizing movement and energy.
Prompt: Application to Your Situation: As you move toward MetaMask Level 2, you are essentially managing your own "personal shard." Your DTC Tokenization Launch (Q3 2026) will likely use sharded architectures to handle the massive volume of tokenized assets.
A rule of thirds minimalist of a hauntingly mystical woman with wild wind blown hair in flowing textured vibrant red and white wet on wet alcohol translucent ink and fine lined blends in off white and grey with a hint of black, her beautiful face partially obscured, with ink tendrils extending into intricate, with faint translucent watery splashes of abstract ink stains. The figure exudes an aura of mystery and power, the background is white minimal reminiscent in style of Aubrey Beardsley and Jackson Pollock art style liquid art painting. In a serene lake setting, a woman displays a playful moment as she flips her very long hair back, creating a dramatic splash of dripping colorful in pouring medium, crimson-red, white and black. The composition captures the water droplets in mid-air, emphasizing movement and energy.
Prompt: ARP sharding, high dimensional lattice smart contracts, DeFi.
A rule of thirds minimalist of a hauntingly mystical woman with wild wind blown hair in flowing textured vibrant red and white wet on wet alcohol translucent ink and fine lined blends in off white and grey with a hint of black, her beautiful face partially obscured, with ink tendrils extending into intricate, with faint translucent watery splashes of abstract ink stains. The figure exudes an aura of mystery and power, the background is white minimal reminiscent in style of Aubrey Beardsley and Jackson Pollock art style liquid art painting. In a serene lake setting, a woman displays a playful moment as she flips her very long hair back, creating a dramatic splash of dripping colorful in pouring medium, crimson-red, white and black. The composition captures the water droplets in mid-air, emphasizing movement and energy.
Prompt: an angel in a fantasy, joyous in the afternoon Jupiter grasslands summertime, neon purple of mauve of white of alabaster powder from the rings striping the warmth, a time-varying correlation coefficient;
Prompt: The video serves as a travelogue by a photographer, featuring stunning visual details and showcasing the collision of ancient traditions with modern life (like cellphones and travel accommodations).
Prompt: Oncefore at Bridgefort, near the winter's snowline yet mid augustine winds of summer nigths, oncefore its retrace, a place of spring rivulets and winter fjords, jettied rocks and jagged bluffs make home to the high bridges in the shadows of this epic mountain. For half the day the bridges between mountain windows, looks like lattices of cosmic architecture covering the entire side of the mountain, whereof sunset loses glimmer to darkness.
Prompt: This majestic landscape, known as Bridgefort, presents a breathtaking fusion of raw nature and intricate architecture, where the towering mountain, eternally crowned with snow, descends into deep fjords and vibrant spring rivulets. High above the valley floor, a network of colossal bridges, resembling lattices of cosmic architecture, spans the vast chasms and connects monumental "mountain windows," creating an awe-inspiring spectacle that blends seamlessly with the rugged, jagged bluffs and jettied rocks. Under the lingering glow of a sunset that slowly yields to darkness, this unique locale experiences the simultaneous touch of winter's snowline and the gentle warmth of summer's night winds, making it a place of dramatic contrasts and epic scale.
Prompt: The image depicts a massive, menacing mechanical entity—resembling a dark, corrupted fusion of Voltron and industrial machinery—dominating a narrow, derelict hallway. The creature is bipedal, heavily armored with thick, segmented plates of what appears to be tarnished or blood-stained metal, and emits an eerie red glow from its core and two prominent ocular sensors. A chaotic tangle of thick, dark cables and biological-looking sinews wraps around its frame, suggesting organic integration or parasitic control. The setting is an institutional hallway, heavily stained with grime, moisture, and possible bio-matter. Two powerful, exposed klieg lights are fixed above, casting harsh, conical beams of light onto the entity and illuminating the decay. This strong, centralized lighting creates deep shadows, emphasizing the abandoned and oppressive atmosphere characteristic of Silent Hill or Atomic Heart aesthetics. The floor is strewn with debris and standing water, reflecting the oppressive figure and the glaring lights, adding to the sense of isolation and imminent danger. The faint designation "SCP-738-Alpha" is visible on the left wall, grounding the scene in the requested containment context.
SCP-738 (Designate: The Chimera Assembly) is theorized to be a multi-part, self-assembling K-Class threat originating from a failed Cold War-era military project codenamed Project Megalith. The entity seen in the image, SCP-738-Alpha, is the central command and heavy combat unit, formed by the assimilation and fusion of five individual, smaller robotic anomalies (SCP-738-A through E). The lore suggests that while the original robotic bodies were designed for defense, they were later corrupted by an extranormal biological contaminant, possibly an aerosolized fungal spore or a form of self-replicating nanite (referred to as "The Crimson Weave"). This contaminant grants the Assembly its terrifying regenerative abilities, powers its red-glowing core, and produces the chaotic, semi-organic cabling seen binding the metal parts. The containment breach likely occurred in a deep-level, forgotten wing of a Foundation facility—or, perhaps more frighteningly, an abandoned former Foundation black site—where the entity now patrols endlessly. Its primary objective is believed to be the replication and dissemination of the Crimson Weave, ultimately seeking to establish a complete XK-Class End-of-the-World scenario where all organic and inorganic matter is converted into complex, weaponized mechanical-biological entities. The containment procedure is focused not on destruction (which has proven impossible), but on permanent structural dismemberment of the five components and storing them in geographically separate, high-energy fields.
Prompt: In the heart of the autumn gala, she descended the grand ballroom staircase, her gown a breathtaking cascade of oval, elongated yellow-gold autumn leaves. Each leaf, meticulously placed, shimmered with an inner light, creating a living tapestry that draped far beyond her feet, a golden river flowing down the marble steps. The dress, a marvel of natural artistry, left her neck and shoulders bare, an elegant expanse of skin that complemented the organic flow of the leaves. Her hair, a masterpiece in itself, was styled in intricate waves and patterns, with knots and tuckings that mimicked the delicate folds of fine fabric. An overlay of shimmering, almost invisible threads seemed to weave across the "seams" of her leaf-gown, holding the delicate structure together with an ethereal grace.
Around her, the other patrons were equally resplendent, each in their own nature-bound attire. One might see a senator in a suit woven from deep green moss and polished river stones, evoking the steadfastness of ancient forests, while a tribal leader's gown might be crafted from iridescent beetle wings and the feathers of rare birds, symbolizing wisdom and connection to the spirit world. The air thrummed with the soft rustle of leaves, the gentle clink of natural adornments, and the hushed admiration for a night where humanity and nature danced in perfect harmony.
Prompt: Vlaakith CLVII is the current and terrifying ruler of the githyanki, an undying, powerful lich who commands absolute authority over her people from her fortress-city of Tu'narath in the Astral Plane, where she has reigned for over a thousand years. She is the final successor in a long line of rulers, having solidified her tyrannical power by erasing all mention of the githyanki's true heir, Orpheus, and by fashioning githyanki society to revolve entirely around her, cultivating a fanatic loyalty. Her ultimate goal is to ascend to godhood, and she sustains her vast power and long life by consuming the souls of her most powerful and loyal warriors in a cruel ritual she calls "ascension," a practice she carefully hides from her subjects. Vlaakith is an extremely potent foe, skilled in necromancy and transmutation, capable of casting high-level spells like Wish to instantly annihilate those who cross her, and she maintains an alliance with the Red Dragons, whom the githyanki use as mounts.
Given her terrifying power, millennia-long reign, and absolute tyranny over the githyanki, Vlaakith's "tombs" are not resting places for the dead, but rather monuments to her unending conquest and symbols of the finality of her enemies. The finest and most feared of these is the Sepulcher of False Ascension, located deep beneath the city of Tu'narath and fabricated from layers of polished, obsidian-like Astral shards. This vast, spiraling catacomb is not meant to hold her remains, but instead serves as the permanent prison for any githyanki who question her absolute authority, sealing their souls away in stasis fields to prevent them from ever finding rest or power, becoming eternal, silent witnesses to her reign. Its center holds the infamous Ossuary of Loyal Lies, where the true remains of the thousands of githyanki knights and wizards whose souls she consumed for her lichdom are stacked—not in reverence, but as a chilling stockpile of power, ensuring no rebellious spirit can ever be reincarnated, a chilling testament to the cost of "ascension" in her service.
When high-ranking githyanki attend a state soirée or military gala within Tu'narath, their attire is a stunning display of wealth and martial elegance that still adheres to their utilitarian philosophy. Both men and women favor sharply tailored, high-collared garments made from fine, deep crimson silk and tightly woven black astral fiber, often embroidered with silver or gold thread in patterns reminiscent of their ceremonial armor. For women, gowns feature asymmetrical cuts, flowing capes lined with iridescent dragon scale fragments, and structured bodices that emphasize a commanding posture, frequently accessorized with geometrically cut pieces of rare crystal from the Astral Sea. Men wear fitted tunics and trousers, complemented by polished leather harnesses or ornamental silver pauldrons that evoke their knightly status, and both genders prominently display heirloom jewelry crafted from repurposed silver sword hilts or captured mind flayer cranial fragments, ensuring every outfit is both a declaration of high status and a subtle, debased trophy of war.
Prompt: The ancient, primordial, moon-dusted, and eternally vigilant mountain range, specifically the majestic central peak, which, during the spectral and deepening twilight hours of the autumnal equinox, when the last, lingering slivers of sun-blood bleed across the horizon and the full, obsidian-hued celestial sphere begins its slow, inexorable ascent, becomes utterly and terrifyingly indistinguishable from the colossal, slumbering silhouette of a gargantuan, terrestrial wyrm, one whose incredibly thick, armor-plated hide of granite and basalt, studded with jagged, crystalline quartz formations, perfectly mimics the hardened, battle-scarred scales of a creature of immense, devastating power, possessing a distinctly serpentine ridge-line that undulates like a coiled spine culminating in a craggy, horned summit resembling a draconic skull, its vast, shadowed slopes forming the immense, folded wings, and its deepest, crevasse-ridden valleys appearing as the cavernous, fire-scorched gullet of a beast whose breath could once reshape continents, all of this shrouded in a preternatural mist that clings to the lower flanks, evoking the steamy, sulfuric exhalations of a creature rousing from an eon-long, mythic sleep, rendering the entire landscape a breathtaking, terrifying, and profoundly ambiguous tableau of geological marvel and primeval, draconic might.
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.
