Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds.
Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos.
Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure.
She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds.
Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos.
Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure.
She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: The God Apollo on his chariot high above Olympus moving the sun along his muscular body reflecting the rays of the sun, his winged horses working their best, and the sky a golden magical glow.
Prompt: And I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind came out of the north, a great cloud, and a fire infolding itself, and a brightness was about it, and out of the midst thereof as the colour of amber, out of the midst of the fire. Also out of the midst thereof came the likeness of four living creatures. And this was their appearance; they had the likeness of a man. And every one had four faces, and every one had four wings. And their feet were straight feet; and the sole of their feet was like the sole of a calf's foot: and they sparkled like the colour of burnished brass. And they had the hands of a man under their wings on their four sides; and they four had their faces and their wings. Their wings were joined one to another; they turned not when they went; they went every one straight forward. As for the likeness of their faces, they four had the face of a man, and the face of a lion, on the right side: and they four had the face of an ox on the left side; they four also had the face of an eagle. Thus were their faces: and their wings were stretched upward; two wings of every one were joined one to another, and two covered their bodies.
Prompt: The god Neptune in a sea chariot pulled by great white sharks, heroic, colorful, handsome, mythological, fantasy, in the style of Boris, Frazetta, Whelan.
Prompt: A fantastical space-themed landscape with a vibrant rainbow connecting two scenes. On the left, a mythical creature resembling a centaur with human upper body and horse-like lower body, wielding a bow and arrow, floating next to a spherical planet with craters, under a crescent moon. On the right, a warrior in ornate, colorful armor with stripes and patterns, sitting on a futuristic chariot with wheels made of glowing orbs, holding reins attached to unseen beasts, against a backdrop of dark outer space studded with stars. The image has a vintage, psychedelic rock album aesthetic with bold colors predominantly in purples, blues, greens, and yellows.
Prompt: The Chariot and the Comet
Art Style: Mythological Fresco
Description: A night sky explodes with a vibrant green comet, its tail trailing across the heavens. Below, silhouetted against the celestial fire, stands a magnificent bronze chariot. Two ornately dressed figures stand in the chariot, one gazing upwards in awe, the other gripping the reins of two celestial horses with flowing manes that shimmer like stardust.
Prompt: Ancient Roman setting, majestic architecture, iconic Roman symbols, historical ruins, Roman Colosseum, Roman Forum, Roman aqueducts, Roman statues, ancient Roman attire, grandeur, opulence, Roman chariots, Roman soldiers, intricate Roman mosaics, dramatic lighting, warm golden tones, deep shadows, epic scale, detailed realism, digital painting, by Raphael, Caravaggio, high-resolution, ArtStation.
Prompt: A chariot, pulled by mares of living fog, allows to traverse the sea with regal grace and wild unpredictability. The female Fey admiral Zalak steers the chariot. She wears scale armor woven from silver and starlight, and her ocean-deep eyes reveal both ancient wisdom and capriciousness. In one hand, she wields a large sword of ivory and pearl, capable of summoning abyssal creatures. Her silken hair, adorned with pearls and seashells, whispers of siren songs.
Prompt: A chariot, pulled by mares of living fog, allows to traverse the sea with regal grace and wild unpredictability. Thefemale Fey admiral Zalak steers the chariot. She wears armor woven from moonlit mist and starlight, and her ocean-deep eyes reveal both ancient wisdom and capriciousness. Her silken hair, adorned with pearls and seashells, whispers of siren songs. In one hand, she wields a giant sword of ivory and pearl, capable of summoning abyssal creatures.
Prompt: A chariot, pulled by mares of living fog, allows to traverse the sea with regal grace and wild unpredictability. Thefemale Fey admiral Zalak steers the chariot. She wears garments woven from moonlit mist and starlight, and her ocean-deep eyes reveal both ancient wisdom and capriciousness. Her silken hair, adorned with pearls and seashells, whispers of siren songs. In one hand, she wields a sword of ivory and pearl, capable of summoning abyssal creatures.
Prompt: Surreal and charming beauty Lilith poses face to face with a Lion sitting in a carriage, with dark and unearthly elements: subtle patterns of spiritual symbolism. This mesmerizing image, perhaps a mesmerizingly beautiful painting, conveys the essence of mystery and awe. Lilith's exquisite detail can be traced in each carefully depicted black rose, and her enchanting aura emanates from the depths of a Gothic work of art.
Prompt: Poseidon, the majestic and giant God of oceans and seas, beautiful and brave with his long blue hair and green eyes, master of waves and storms, and Amphiytite, his <wonderful mermaid wife, are driving their chariot pulled by 2 silver dolphins, braving the hurricane and the huge waves. Sunset background on a furious and wild ocean.
Prompt: Create a image, depicts the Norse god Thor, surrounded by an aura of strength and Lightnings. He sits regally upon a golden chariot pulled by two massive white horned goats, which dominate the scene with their imposing presence and powerful musculature. Thor himself exudes unparalleled power, dressed in armor of shimmering silver and surrounded by a gentle glow emphasizing his divine origin. His gaze is penetrating, embodying a mixture of strength and power, underscoring his role as the god of lightning, thunder, storms, in Norse mythology. In the background, a breathtaking landscape of Nordic forests and majestic mountains stretches out, accompanying the god and his loyal companions on their journey through the world of mortals.
Prompt: Create an image featuring a science fiction scene with vintage aesthetic: an elaborate knight in shining golden armor with intricate designs seated astride a fantastical creature resembling an amalgamation of a dragon and a serpent, with multiple tentacles in shades of green, blue, and purple. The knight wears a spherical helmet with a reddish plume and is positioned to the right. On the left, a fair-skinned, blonde humanoid female figure with delicate features, wearing a shimmering aqua-colored bodysuit, is seated casually on one of the creature's tentacles. Both characters are set against a simple, nondescript background that gives the impression of an alien landscape. The overall tone should have a worn, retro paperback cover feel, and a funky alien planet vibe.
The Mighty Thor with his Chariot Pulling Goats Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr
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Prompt: Create a image, depicts the Norse god Thor, surrounded by an aura of strength and Lightnings. He sits regally upon a golden chariot pulled by two massive white horned goats, which dominate the scene with their imposing presence and powerful musculature. Thor himself exudes unparalleled power, dressed in armor of shimmering silver and surrounded by a gentle glow emphasizing his divine origin. His gaze is penetrating, embodying a mixture of strength and power, underscoring his role as the god of lightning, thunder, storms, in Norse mythology. In the background, a breathtaking landscape of Nordic forests and majestic mountains stretches out, accompanying the god and his loyal companions on their journey through the world of mortals.
Prompt: elderly yet fierce, Freya the Norse goddess of war as an old woman looking fierce in armor, she is a seasoned war veteran galloping to war in her golden chariot pulled by 2 large grey tabby cats, she is an old woman, mature, much older, yet still a very beautiful and powerful warrior woman with her golden armor and golden chariot pulled by armored cats, rainbow colors, green forest background
Prompt: Tarot card, Chariots depicts a man, an armored knight, standing in a chariot pulled by a black and white sphinx. Crescent moons are attached to the knight's shoulders. In his hand he has a wand of will. The canopy above him is blue and filled with stars representing the sky. The four pillars of fire represent the four elements through which energy expresses itself on a physical level: fire (electricity), air, water (liquid) and earth (massive mass).Chariot has 4 wheels.
Prompt: Create a image, depicts the Norse goddess Freya, surrounded by an aura of grace and strength. She sits regally upon a golden chariot pulled by two massive Norwegian forest cats, which dominate the scene with their imposing presence and powerful musculature. Freya herself exudes unparalleled beauty, dressed in robes of shimmering gold and surrounded by a gentle glow emphasizing her divine origin. Her long, flowing mane billows in the wind as she confidently grips the reins of her chariot. Her gaze is penetrating, embodying a mixture of love, beauty, and ferocity, underscoring her role as the goddess of love, beauty, and war in Norse mythology. In the background, a breathtaking landscape of Nordic forests and majestic mountains stretches out, accompanying the goddess and her loyal companions on their journey through the world of mortals.
Prompt: Roads of the Ancients, Red Moon, Mechanical Chariot, hurricane sky, From Outside, Steampunk style, Art Nouveau style, hyper-realistic Art by Terence Cuneo, Victor Vasnetsov, Elegant, Vibrant, In hyper-realistic, epic composition, UHD, HD
Prompt: God the divine warrior is riding in his battle chariot. The chariot is drawn by four creatures, each having four faces (those of a man, a lion, an ox, and an eagle) and four wings. Beside each "living creature" is a "wheel within a wheel", with "tall and awesome" rims full of eyes all around
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.
