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.
Prompt: The Earth Genasi-Dragon
It was a hatchling dragon, but one unlike any Bart had ever seen. It was about the size of a mountain cat, with:
Hide: Its scales were not traditional, hard plate, but shifting, crystalline patches of obsidian and bronze (reflecting the highway material).
Eyes: Its eyes were twin points of pure, contained blue-white lightning (Air's influence).
Breath: A thin, silvery mist, smelling strongly of ozone and wet earth, curled from its snout.
This hatchling was a living Genasi-Dragon, a hybrid born of the confluence of Bart's four elemental influences, much like Bart himself was born of four elements mixed with the mortal plane. It was an Earth Dragon not of stability, but of Volatile Change—a creature of pure Transmutation.
The hatchling shook the sand from its wings, locked its brilliant eyes on Bart, and let out a soundless, high-frequency scream of raw elemental hunger. It recognized Bart's shared lineage.
The hatchling, Bart's Earth Dragon, immediately began to crawl toward the narrow, wet, black shaft—the path of high Pressure.
Prompt: This final image is a striking blend of classical opulence and futuristic design, depicting an immaculate, borg central bridge console that resembles a high-ceilinged, Gothic-revival living-computer-palace with immense arched livingshatteredwindows. The interior is clad in pristine black marble, adorned with gold circuitry and classical interfaces/panels/tablets, and a turquoise energy a winding, elevating liminal staircases and growing cube-plants. Displayed throughout the luxurious space are several sleek, white and gold futuristic terminals and docking stations for racerhyperhoverbikes, some encased in curved glass showcases, while stylized attendants in flowing robes observe the vehicles, emphasizing the theme of luxury, technology, and utopian futurism. steampunk dark armor gothic aesthetic, biomechanical weaponry, glowing red eye-centers, dark steamy background full of shadows and dust.
Prompt: This digital artwork depicts a breathtakingly opulent, futuristic automobile showroom that seamlessly blends classical architecture with high-tech design. The space resembles a pristine, marble-clad Gothic cathedral or palace, featuring tall arched windows and ceilings that open onto a brilliant, sunlit coastal landscape with a winding, elevated highway over a turquoise sea. Several sleek, white and gold futuristic sports cars are displayed, some encased in curved glass showcases, and one resting centrally on the polished floor, illuminated by vibrant cyan neon lines that trace its path and the floor's patterned inlay, all while stylized attendants in flowing white and gold robes observe the vehicles.
Prompt: There are a network of government machines at night fixing nature.
Masterpiece, a delicate ink and watercolor wash rendering on rough handmade paper in a graceful, screen-filling size. The scene depicts the autumn rice-field from Emperor Tenji's poem in an extremely detailed, close-up view.
captured in sharp focus, diligent labor over the golden, rendered with intricate, fine ink lines that define the texture of conical straw baggy loose smoke. The wide sleeves a focal point, washed with layered shades of indigo and damp grey, wind, visibly wet to the skies as if soaked by both the humid air and exertiona crisp, metallic sliver ink background, the simple harvest coarse weight of the early autumn sun, suggested by a beautiful, warm wash of pale ochre and gold that bleeds into the paper. The moisture dripping implied by delicate, vertical streaks of a darker wash, a subtle counterpoint to the wetness of the breeze.
The entire landscape is a testament to serene toil, executed with an award-winning, ultra-detailed technique. The rich colors of the field, the crisp quality of the line work, and the beautiful, understated elegance of the composition create a profoundly tranquil and evocative image, worthy of an exquisite Japanese folio.
Prompt: Drinking wine, but the wine looks like moonlight, but the wine looks like lightnginglight swirling storm.
"The composition freezes the action with a fast shutter speed effect, showing the woman's head submerged beneath the surface of the splashing water while her body arcs gracefully, her wispy hair following the arc around her. The refraction of the light through the water shimmers along her body capturing the flow of bubbles as they rise in small processions to the surface, An abstract painting featuring a hyper-realistic woman captured in the dynamic moment of diving headfirst into the soft turquoise blue and white bubbly, rippling water. Rendered in alcohol ink, the flowing colors are enhanced by delicate thin gold ink etching, adding intricate detailing and a sense of movement. The transparent, white background emphasizes the woman's elegant form and the fluidity of the water. Inspired by the works of Brooke Shaden and Tom Chambers, this piece blends realistic fantasy photography with painterly textures. The serene atmosphere is heightened by the interplay of bold, flowing lines and intricate golden accents, evoking harmony and natural beauty."
Prompt: The Torch of Revocation is not a single item, but a focusing implement designed to create a field of subtle magical disruption. Its creation requires:
The Handle (Source: The South): A piece of Wychwood—petrified wood from a massive, ancient tree struck by lightning—to serve as an inert, magical conduit.
The Fuel (Source: The East): A specially prepared Alchemist's Oil infused with powdered Sunstone—a mundane mineral that is a great conductor of light and positive energy.
The Focus (Source: The North): A lens cut from a Black Mirror Shard—a rare, naturally occurring crystal found deep in glacial caverns that subtly reverses minor magical energies.
Prompt: The chamber was less a room and more a cathedral of fear, supported by grotesque pillars of petrified bone and crisscrossed by strands of unholy webbing—filaments so strong and sharp they could shear ceramite. And at the heart of the web, poised upon a dais of glistening shadow, was Lolth.
She was impossibly large, a horrifying confluence of arachnid and nightmare. Her upper torso was a wicked mockery of Drow elegance, a figure clad in shifting black plates, her eyes—all eight of them—burning with cold, alien malice. Below the waist, she was a colossal, chitinous nightmare: eight legs tipped with poisoned barbs, a pulsating abdomen, and a low, chittering laugh that vibrated in D's teeth.
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.
