Prompt: A surreal digital masterpiece of a stylized sailboat with ornate, navy blue and gold-filigree patterned sails. On the deck, a sharp black silhouette of a mythical centaur. The boat is positioned in front of a massive, textured golden moon. The background features swirling ethereal clouds of deep red and smoky blue nebula. The boat is floating on a perfectly still, reflective dark sea. High contrast, Art Nouveau influences, cinematic lighting, magical realism, hyper-detailed, 8k, dark fantasy aesthetic.Chiaroscuro (strong contrast between light and dark), Gold and Navy Blue palette, Backlit silhouette. Art Nouveau, Surrealism, Dark Fantasy. Giant golden lunar orb, Nebula smoke, Cosmic clouds. Stylized sailboat, Ornate patterned sail Giant golden lunar orb, Nebula smoke, Cosmic clouds.
Prompt: double exposure Chiron the centaur silhouette of Greek mythology|Ultradetailed((beautiful centaur woman in_beautiful_waterfall_garden staring_at_her_reflection;she_has_half_human_torso and half_horse_limbs_body))Sagittarius_woman in Digital_artwork|ethereal_Sagittarius_zodiac_archer_woman as inspiration|sparkles_fantasycore|stunning|Vibrant_vivid_magical_colours|CGSociety_hyperdetailed+Pinterest+DeviantArt+stock-photo:: Award-winning_artwork; Ethereal, white background
Prompt: A wide, epic, gritty tone, gothic cinematic oil painting, rich textures, set high in the mountains at dawn, where night gives way to early light. The composition is vast and mythic, the landscape split diagonally across the canvas, as if the world itself is divided.
On the left side of the image: winter.
The ground is buried beneath thick snow and ice. Dead, leafless trees claw upward from frozen earth. Gray stone and jagged rock dominate the terrain. The air is cold, rigid, and silent, filled with drifting snow and harsh wind.
There stand the Chief Inspector and his men, small against the vast landscape. They are motionless, rigid figures swallowed by winter — heavy coats, lowered heads, weapons at rest. The Chief Inspector stands at their front, stern and isolated, his posture upright but unmoving. Snow gathers on his shoulders. He does not advance. This side of the world feels locked in stasis.
On the right side of the image: the beginning of spring.
Snow thins and melts into dark, fertile earth. Moss spreads across stone. Green shoots break through the soil and flowers. The light is warmer, softer, touched with gold. The air feels breathable, alive, carrying the promise of renewal.
At the boundary between the two seasons stands the Centaur Guardian.
He is massive and calm, fully human in face and upper body, seamlessly joined to the powerful body of a horse with legs. His weathered human features are solemn and ancient, eyes steady and knowing. Dark long hair and short beard with a white streak, dark coat. One hoof is planted firmly in snow, the other in living ground — physically bridging the divide. He does not hesitate. He leads forward with quiet certainty.
Behind him walk the tall, lean, dark tossled hair, and the winged faerie together.
The man, holding the hands of the faerie, moves with purpose now, no longer burdened by hesitation. His long black leather coat flows behind him in the morning wind. Far behind in the snow, barely visible, lies his discarded small gray metal insignia — a relic of a life left behind.
Beside him walks the faerie woman, dark long hair, black long dress and coat with fur at her collar and wrists. Her wings are partially unfurled, catching the warmer light, revealing their full span and weathered beauty. Though scarred and worn, they glow softly in the dawn. Her posture is upright and free, her gaze fixed forward. We both see them from behind walking o the spring path.
Ahead of them, rising through mist and early light, the immense silhouette of the Memory Tree emerges. Its vast trunk and branching form dominate the horizon, ancient and alive, partially obscured as if revealing itself only to those who belong.
The color palette transitions across the image: cold whites, steel blues, and grays dissolving into deep greens, rich browns, and soft golds. The shift is gradual but unmistakable, emphasizing movement from stasis to life.
The mood is one of inevitability and transition — the quiet certainty that the law has been left behind, and nature continues forward without conflict, without permission.
Style: epic cinematic fantasy, gothic tone, gritty textures, painterly oil painting, rich and organic textures, high atmospheric depth, mythic scale, emotional.
Prompt: A cinematic, gothic, gritty effect, emotionally charged oil painting set at night inside a temporary winter encampment high in the frozen mountains. Snow falls heavily outside, wind battering the canvas walls of a large command tent. Lanterns hang from wooden poles inside, casting warm amber and gold light that contrasts with the blue-white cold beyond the canvas.
The interior of the tent is detailed and lived-in: rough wooden crates, rolled maps pinned to canvas walls, fur blankets, a small iron stove glowing faintly with embers, and scattered gear for survival. The space is meant for retreat and rest, yet tension has poisoned it.
In the foreground stands the Chief Inspector — a tall, imposing man in his late fifties, white hair, no beard, his Victorian heavy fur-lined black long coat still buttoned, authority clinging to him like armor. His face is rigid with fury, jaw clenched, eyes cold and unyielding.
Opposite him stands his eldest son.
The son’s posture is defiant and raw — shoulders squared, breath heavy, his dark hair tossled, his eyes burning with anger and pain. One hand is extended downward, pointing unmistakably toward the ground at a pile of shattered wooden placards and iron-bound signs scattered at his father’s feet. The broken signs are clearly readable:
— “NO MIXING”
— “NO MAGIC”
— “FORBIDDEN”
The splintered wood and bent iron make it unmistakable that **the son destroyed them**. His gesture leaves no doubt — this is his refusal, his accusation.
The Chief Inspector’s gaze flickers between the broken signs and his son. In a moment of controlled fury, he extends his gloved hand, the insignia visible in his open palm, as if stripping identity rather than offering it. The metal catches the lantern light as if the act is final, heavy with meaning — authority withdrawn, bloodline severed.
Through a narrow tear and parted flap in the tent’s canvas, the outside world intrudes.
Just beyond the tent, standing in the storm only a short distance away, is the Centaur Guardian, dark long hair with a short beard with strike of white hair. He is now clearly visible — massive, calm, fully human in face and upper body, seamlessly joined to the powerful body of a horse. Snow rests on his shoulders and dark winter coat with fur collar. His expression is solemn and ancient, his human eyes fixed quietly on the scene within.
The son sees him through the opening.
The father does not.
The lantern light inside the tent glows warm and fragile, while the centaur is framed by cold moonlight and swirling snow — a stark contrast between human authority and natural law.
The mood is intimate, volatile, and irreversible — the moment when obedience ends, lineage fractures, and the world’s deeper order waits patiently outside.
Painterly brushstrokes emphasize fabric, organic textures, light, colors, the intensity of the moment, sacred atmospher, gritty effect.
Prompt: A cinematic gothic with gritty effect, a fantasy epic oil painting set high in a frozen mountain range during winter storm. Snow drives sideways in fierce gusts, and turning the landscape into a white, hostile expanse. Jagged cliffs and icy ridgelines loom through the storm, ancient and indifferent to human effort.
In the foreground, a column of men, as soldiers, in Victorian uniform winter clothes, marches with visible strain through deep snow. At their head strides the Chief Inspector — a tall, imposing human man in his late fifties, white hair, no beard, wrapped in a Victorian heavy fur-lined authority black coat, black uniform under it - no modern clothes. His posture is rigid and upright despite the storm, jaw clenched, eyes, intense, fixed forward with cold resolve. Snow gathers on his shoulders, but his uniform remains immaculate, reinforcing his belief that order must persist regardless of environment.
Beside him marches his eldest son, a tall, lean man, dark hair, in his early thirties, dressed in Victorian long black leather coat with fur collar, his black uniform under it. His expression is tense and angry, his jaw tight with suppressed resentment. Though he keeps pace with his father, his eyes do not share the same direction — he looks ahead without conviction, burdened by the purpose of the march. The emotional distance between them is vast despite their physical closeness.
Behind them, other uniformed men struggle forward, heads lowered against the wind, soldier's hat cover with snowflakes. Several carry large wooden placards reinforced with iron bands. The signs are heavy, crude, and stark, their black lettering standing out harshly against the snow:
— “NO MIXING”
— “NO MAGIC”
— “FORBIDDEN”
The placards are human attempts at control, absurd and fragile against the vastness of the mountain.
Far in the distance, barely visible through the swirling snow, stands the Centaur Guardian. He is massive and unmoving, half-human and half-horse— with a fully human face with short beard — calm, weathered, and ancient. Hair long, dark with some gray, loose, streaked with frost and snow. Snow gathers naturally on his shoulders and Victorian dark winter coat with fur at the collar and his wrists. He does not brace against the wind. He does not advance. He simply watches.
The men march toward him with effort and exhaustion.
The centaur waits without strain.
The color palette is cold and severe: whites, icy blues, iron grays, muted earth tones. Any warmth from torches or lanterns is swallowed by the storm but we see clearly the light reflecting on the snow. The storm doesn't blurred them, we can see them.
The mood is relentless and ominous — a vision of law exhausting itself in a place where it has no authority. Painterly brushstrokes emphasize snow, organic textures, fabrics, high detail, sacred atmosphere.
Prompt: A mythical, fully realized cyborg centaur explores the ruins of an ancient city on a warm, sunny afternoon in an unknown alien world. The style is semi-realistic CGI digital art, with a quality worthy of a professional movie poster, meticulously crafted in every anatomical and visual detail.
Prompt: a mythical centaur, clad in futuristic military armor, in an alien-looking forest, on a night with three moons (a large black moon, a medium-sized silver moon, and a small cobalt blue moon). Semi-realistic digital art style. Professional graphic design worthy of a movie poster. No incoherent elements. No inconsistent anatomy.
Prompt: single mythical centaur, only one character, solitary figure. A centaur equipped with modern military armor and advanced survival gadgets, adapted for life on a futuristic alien world. Correct centaur anatomy: realistic human upper body seamlessly merged with an equine lower body, proportional and natural. Tactical armor with sci-fi materials, utility belts, sensors, and survival gear integrated into the design. The centaur stands alone in a sinister, hostile alien landscape: jagged terrain, strange rock formations, faint bioluminescent vegetation, ominous atmosphere. Cinematic lighting, dramatic shadows, muted alien color palette. Digital art, semi-realistic CGI illustration style, professional design quality, sharp focus, high detail, concept art quality.
Prompt: mythical centaur, only one centaur in the scene, single character. Semi-realistic modern graphic novel style. A centaur warrior clad in modern military combat armor stands calmly inside a vast hall filled with holographic scientific research systems. Correct centaur anatomy: human upper torso seamlessly fused with an equine lower body, proportional and elegant. Tactical armor plates with subtle sci-fi details on the torso, shoulders and forearms. Neutral, focused expression. Cinematic lighting with cool blue and teal holograms illuminating the scene. High-detail digital art, sharp focus, dramatic composition, cinematic atmosphere.
Prompt: A futuristic centaur roaming a vast green prairie during an active hunt. His equine body is enhanced with sleek cybernetic armor plates, integrated sensors along the flanks, and soft bioluminescent lines tracing his mechanical musculature. His humanoid torso combines organic form with high-tech elements: reinforced synthetic musculature, a visor with scanning holographic overlays, and a retractable targeting module over one eye. He moves silently through tall, vivid green grass swaying under a gentle breeze, while distant hills and scattered floating drones reflect the soft golden light of a late afternoon sun. A sense of tension hangs in the air—as if he has detected unseen prey. Cinematic composition, semi-realistic sci-fi style, high detail, no text.
Prompt: anime semi-realistic style, pony model style, female centaur viewed in clean cowboy shot, correct centaur anatomy (human upper torso + horse lower body), sleek silhouette. Nighttime cyberpunk environment glowing with turquoise and magenta neon lights reflecting softly on her armor. Light tactical futuristic armor on her human torso: smooth plates, soft neon trims, metallic sheen. Human face expressive, confident, focused; no animal traits except equine body. Long hair, subtle neon rim lighting. Horse body elegant and proportional, legs correctly structured. Slight fog, neon signs blurred behind her. Sharp focus on her upper body, cinematic depth of field, polished composition, no text.
Prompt: anime semi-realistic, one female centaur only, solo one female centaur, only one character in the scene. Clean cowboy shot framing. Female human upper body + horse lower body, correct centaur anatomy. She stands facing the viewer under neon-blue and neon-magenta city lights in a ruined cyberpunk street at night. Her expression is calm and focused. Smooth light tactical armor on the human torso, subtle neon reflections on the metal. Long hair with gentle neon rim light. The horse body is proportional, elegant, well-aligned, no distortion. Background softly blurred with glowing neon signs and faint mist.
Prompt: Deep in an amber-lit grotto, a velvety centaur girl rises slowly from warm golden water, droplets cascading from her torso like liquid jewels. Her hair floats around her before settling in rich, heavy strands against her glowing skin. She tilts her head back, exposing her neck in a deeply sensual, vulnerable gesture. The golden reflections ripple over her curves, giving her the appearance of a living sculpture carved from desire and tenderness.
(golden water glow, exposed neck, rising-from-water pose, warm intimate lighting)
Prompt: Changeling creature colored-skined girl-zebra hybrid centaur with female-head and zebra-body with striped mane walking along african savannah, mythic by Anton Pieck, Ivan Bilibin; colored engraving illustration
Creature - Male Centaur +3/+3 (5 mana cost to cast)
Model:
MirageMaker
Size:
760 X 1352
(1.03 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A centaur with man's upper body with a noble face flowing hair, is fused to body of a white steed with golden armour decoration and 4 horse legs,
Fathomless - The depths that lay before us now
Lawless - Before the courts of men we must not bow
Oil Speed Painting on Canvas, Textured Brush strokes with Paint Splatter, Matte Background;
By Jeremy Mann, Bernie Wrightson, Frank Frazetta, Yoji Shingawa;
Masterpiece, 16K Concept Art, Trending on Artstation;
Prompt: A whimsically adorned centaur with opulent golden jewelry and extravagantly colored mane, captured in a long exposure cross-processed photograph. The ethereal image captures the centaur mid-gallop, their flowing hair and jeweled adornments blurring into streaks of light against a dark, mystical backdrop. Each detail, from the shimmering jewelry to the intricately patterned fabric of their clothing, is rendered with expert precision and depth. The overall effect is both enchanting and striking, drawing viewers into a world of fantastical elegance.
Prompt: A fantastic female centaur, mythical creature, female Centauride, strong and elegant, horse body with human torso with braided blonde hair and a focused expression, wearing a white ancient greek shirt and golden armbands, stands at a dimly lit wooden bar inside a cozy tavern. In her right hand she holds a beer mug from wich she wants to drinks. Her human torso is muscular, and her equine body is a warm chestnut brown with a red and gold draped ornament and a saddle-like harness. In the background to the left, a large stone fireplace with a bright, warm fire glows, and bottles are lined up on a shelf near it. To the right, shelves filled with various bottles of alcohol are visible above the bar. Overhead, wooden beams cross the ceiling, and several lamps cast warm light. The floor is made of dark stone tiles. A blurred figure of another person is faintly visible in the deeper background. The scene is illuminated by the soft, warm glow of the lamps and the fire.
Prompt: An intricate illustration in the style of Leonardo da Vinci, depicting a female faun with an elegant and serene expression. Her human torso is flawlessly rendered, showcasing finely detailed musculature and soft curves, transitioning into goat-like legs with delicately textured fur. Small, gracefully curved horns emerge from her head, blending seamlessly with her wavy, flowing hair.
The composition features soft, naturalistic shading, with Leonardo’s signature use of sfumato to create a sense of depth and subtle mystery. Her pose is poised and graceful, as though caught mid-motion, evoking both strength and tranquility. The background is minimal yet organic, with faint sketches of foliage and rocky terrain, enhancing her connection to the natural world.
This da Vinci-inspired piece captures the faun’s mythical essence, blending anatomical precision with ethereal beauty, creating a timeless and harmonious portrayal.
Prompt: one full width color image Sagittarius idepicted as a centaur, a mythical creature with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a horse, drawing a bow and
marbled portrait, style of Mikalojus Ciurlionis, style of Umberto Boccioni, style of Harry Clarke, 侘び寂び, flowing hints of bronze silver blue green purple red gold deep mauve
Prompt: A serene female centaur with a slender, elongated torso and a horse's body, clothed in flowing, diaphanous fabrics with intricate, Celtic-inspired patterns, and adorned with delicate, gemstone-encrusted jewelry that catches the warm, golden light of the setting sun. Her fingers deftly pluck the strings of a beautifully crafted, ornate harp with a glossy, polished finish, its melodies resonating through the air with an ethereal, haunting quality. The surrounding meadow is ablaze with vibrant, colorful wildflowers and soft, feathery grasses that sway in rhythm with her music, evoking the whimsical, dreamlike quality of a John William Waterhouse painting. As the harmonious notes fill the air, delicate, iridescent-winged fairies flit about, and forest spirits with gnarled, branch-like limbs emerge from the ancient, twisted trees, drawn by the captivating sound, reminiscent of the mystical, symbolic world of Brian Froud's art. The atmosphere is peaceful, enchanting, and magical, with a sense of timelessness, as the female centaur's music weaves a spell of tranquility and wonder over the entire scene, in the style of a serene, idyllic landscape by Claude Lorraine, infused with the subtle, shimmering light of a summer evening.
Prompt: A ghostly centaur, comprised of translucent white smoke and wispy tendrils of violet fire, speeds forward with an otherworldly glow, its form dissolving into an ethereal mist at the hooves. The centaur body appears to be crafted from smoldering embers and swirling vapor, with delicate, lace-like patterns of smoke tracing its curves, as if alive and in motion. The dark, smoky magic forest backdrop provides a haunting contrast. Inspired by the dark, symbolic styles of Zdzisław Beksiński, Simon Stålenhag, and Ash Thorp, the image blends photorealistic grit with an ethereal, supernatural atmosphere, evoking a sense of death and mystery amidst the swirling smoke and flames.
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.
