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: Beyond the light
From beyond the known universe where light ceases to shine,
A place seen by mortals as the realm of the Divine.
A paradise of stillness
where consciousness no longer reigns,
A symphony of silence that words can't explain.
The chains of attachment slip away, no more pleasures or relentless pain.
In a world where time no longer exists,
In a realm where space and void cannot persist.
The absence of conscious life recreates a longing
the soul can't resist.
A silent void where thoughts from infinite
minds dissolve,
A whisper of dreams
begins to evolve.
In the unmanifested what remains starts to
conspire,
To fuel the heart’s eternal fire,
Cherishing a comeback that will bring back the light,
We find new beginnings,
but not an endless night.
In the manifested realm without a care,
The mind unbound, drifts through the air.
The heart whispers secrets to the stars above,
In this realm, we find the purest form of love.
No burden of past
memories or future fears,
Just a thirst for magic
and an amnesia for tears.
Prompt: representing lust, she who reigns the night clothed in dark violett and purple laced lingerie matched with a garterbelt and stockings, wearing high heels, holding a whip in her hand, throwing a sinister shadow showing demon wings in an intricate enviroment, seductive look, arousing sexy lips, squatting, candles to the left and right as the only light source illuminating the scene
Prompt: representing lust, she who reigns the night clothed in dark violett and purple laced lingerie matched with a garterbelt and stockings, wearing high heels, holding a whip in her hand, throwing a sinister shadow showing demon wings in an intricate enviroment, seductive look, arousing sexy lips, squatting, candles to the left and right as the only light source illuminating the scene
Prompt: Masterpiece of contrasting angels, embodying light and darkness, symbolic representation of good and evil, white ethereal angel radiating kindness and compassion, black mysterious angel exuding power and mystery, intricate wings with intricate patterns, celestial beings with human-like features, digital art, detailed and emotive facial expressions, dramatic lighting casting shadows and highlights, rich color palette of whites, blacks, and subtle hints of celestial blues, artistically crafted to convey a profound message of inner conflict and moral choices, evoking a sense of spiritual contemplation and duality, by a visionary artist on ArtStation.
Fiery Heart: A Symbol of Vulnerability (Repetition: 127w)
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1152 X 864
(1.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Icon: A broken heart rising up from the ashes. The heart is surrounded by flames, but it is still beating. The flames are red and orange, but they are also surrounded by a soft, blue light. The overall mood is one of hope and resilience.
The Ukrainians' everlasting battle against the Muscovite invasion
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1536 X 1536
(2.36 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A masterpiece of conceptual art depicting the fight between light and darkness.
Darkness represents Russia and the Soviet Union.
Light represents those fighting for Ukraine's independence.
A very expressive painting, with a deeply dramatic script and contrasts of light, colour and meaning.
This image is of a textured impasto oil painting featuring abstract red elements of [main object\personage]. The defining characteristic of the artwork is its heavy use of paint applied with a palette knife, which creates a striking 3D, textured effect on the canvas. Modern/Contemporary abstract with Impressionist influences. Impasto, using thick layers of oil or acrylic paint applied primarily with a palette knife.
Red [main objects] against partially blurred spectrum of subtle light blue, a deep blue backdrop and subtle light emeald background.
(A masterpiece of unparalleled excellence), Front view, Colourful, Inspired by the style illustrations of Edward Gorey, Debbie Criswell, Catrin Welz-Stein, Gediminas Pranckevicius, Kate Beaton, Deborah Azzopardi, Laura Callaghan. (Full Size image). elegant Award-winning photography fantasy bright studio setting intricate 8k masterpiece beautiful award-winning fantastic view high-definition crisp quality colourful Edward Gorey style extremely detailed
Prompt: A breathtaking, ultra-detailed, photorealistic, hyperrealistic digital painting, rendered as high-end concept art, of a bioluminescent fusion creature emerging from a catastrophically destroyed, flooded laboratory, this creature is a seamless, genetically engineered hybrid of an owl and a wolf, possessing the owl's sharp talons and silent wings combined with the wolf's powerful muzzle and dense fur, its eyes glow with an eerie, sickly light, its feathers blend into shaggy fur, its beak-like snout reveals sharp canine teeth, its powerful legs end in formidable talons, a dynamic cinematic, low-angle shot (worms-eye or slightly below eye level), emphasizing the creature's menacing size and the devastation, dramatic, high-contrast chiaroscuro lighting, with a single, harsh light source illuminating the creature's silhouette against the dark, smoky backdrop, reflections of the glowing bioluminescence ripple in the shallow, oily water on the floor, the background is a highly detailed, dilapidated laboratory interior—broken glass, sparking wires, and a heavily blurred, out-of-focus biohazard symbol barely discernible in the background, the atmosphere is thick with steam and debris, masterpiece quality, octane render, complex textures, small, subtle text on the bottom right corner: "@digo.a.i".
the light of freedom and independence calls Ukrainians to battle against darkness
Model:
FluX
Size:
1728 X 1296
(2.24 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A masterpiece of conceptual art painting depicting the fight between light and darkness. A stylized, dark, oppressive mass bearing the hammer and sickle symbol of the Soviet Union struggles against a radiant figure embodying Ukraine's independence, adorned with sunflowers and symbols of freedom. The scene is intensely expressive, featuring dramatic contrasts of light and shadow, vibrant colours clashing with muted tones, and a deeply symbolic narrative. Painted in the style of expressionism and surrealism, with bold brushstrokes capturing raw emotion, inspired by the works of Wassily Kandinsky for his abstract emotional resonance, Francisco Goya for his dark, dramatic contrasts, and H.R. Giger for the oppressive, nightmarish depiction of darkness. Electric blue and fiery orange light emanates from Ukraine's figure, pushing back the encroaching shadows.
Prompt: Echoflower” She blooms in the dark where the streetlights fail, painted in the colours that night can’t name. Her pulse is a quiet rebellion, trembling pale, a lantern caught in its own flame. I touch her shadow just to feel her speak, soft as thunder rolling under my skin. She carries storms in the curve of her cheek, and mercy in the places where I break thin. If she stays, the sky bends closer to hear; if she leaves, the world forgets its spine. Either way, I walk her echo without fear; some hauntings are holy, and this one is mine. Aspect ratio: 3:5 - tall, intimate, the kind of frame that feels like someone stepping toward you. It gives the generator room to breathe along the body line without losing the face. Lighting mood: Subtle bioluminescent glow; soft light rising from within, not cast from outside. Like the subject is lit by her own pulse. Palette base: Ultramarine + ember orange, with thin threads of silver. High contrast, high emotional charge. The kind of colors that argue and then make up.
Prompt: A woman, positioned near the center-left of a rain-soaked train station platform at night. She is middle-aged, Caucasian, and wearing a dark, likely 1940s-style, dress. She stands in a contemplative pose, looking ahead, slightly angled away from the viewer, and leaning against a lamppost. The woman's silhouette is distinct against the dark environment, emphasizing the rainy weather and the stillness of the moment. The station platform is dark, with wet, reflective pavement. A large steam train is visible in the mid-ground, with steam billowing from its engine, and is moving away from the woman. Old-fashioned gas lamps illuminate the platform, contrasting with the dark, moody atmosphere. The style is dramatic and evocative of a bygone era. The composition is symmetrical and balanced, drawing the eye to the lone figure waiting for the train. The overall feeling is melancholic and reminiscent of a vintage film noir. Important details include the rain-slicked ground and the shadowy buildings lining the platform.
Prompt: FULL BODY IMAGE of (WINGLESS) Lone NORDIC warrioress of the 'Order of the Obsidian Knights', black armor and mask, Midriff is girdled with thin strips of silver filigree. Shapely, and regal. Heavily Goth. Intricate black tattoos. Badassed sweetheart.
Prompt: Close-up double exposure portrait of a **living butterfly** floating in darkness, its form blending with an **internal bioluminescent starscape**. The butterfly's gentle movements – subtle head turns, whisker twitches, and buoyant bobbing – synchronize with cosmic activity within: *swirling nebulae* pulse in time with breaths, *star clusters* drift along fluid pathways, and *constellations* reconfigure as muscles shift. Pure prompt elements only – no external additions.
Prompt: The Joker, a villain from the Batman film series, looks at himself in a broken mirror, in the style of Christopher Nolan, in dynamic, atmosphere of darkness and horror, dramatic light, highly detailed, packed with hidden details, hyper realistic, wallpaper portraits, colorful realism, realistic attention to detail, highly detailed,colorful realism, UHD, 8K
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.
