Prompt: A green skin female orc warrior, long black hair in a single braid with some grey streaks clad in black and silver ornate, battle-worn armor, standing stoically on a windswept mountain peak holding a spear at dawn. Her gaze is fixed on the horizon, where a vast, enchanted forest stretches out below.
Prompt: A Slavic woman stands in profile before the rising sun, her posture gentle and slightly curved, as if just awakened from a long transformation. Behind her, along her back, hang enormous dark butterfly wings — layered, heavy, wet, and unspread, softly drooping straight down. She wears a light flowing dress that moves with the breeze. The morning mist and golden sunlight create a sacred, fragile atmosphere — a quiet breath before flight. Cinematic lighting, ultra-realistic style, soft focus, warm tones, detailed textures, ethereal atmosphere.
Prompt: In the hush before the world awoke,
Before the stars found their ancient names,
A canvas, vast and velvet-black,
Waited for the brush of dreams.
From darkness, color spilled—
Butterflies, countless, kaleidoscopic,
Danced on golden air,
Their wings the first poems written in light.
Birdsong wove through emerald veils,
Notes ringing like dew on crystal leaves,
And there, in a glade bathed in dawn,
Stood the Forest Princess:
Blonde hair thick as summer wheat,
Eyes blue as a newborn sky,
A dress spun from moonbeams and moss.
She was Mother Nature’s breath—
Mistress of all things wild and gentle.
By her side, the Forest King—
Regal, patient, ancient as the roots beneath—
With every glance, the woods blossomed anew.
In her arms, a squirrel—
Tiny empress crowned in russet fur,
Sparkling with a thousand diamond lights,
Each gem a wish, a promise, a felicità.
She shimmered with a joy
That only the first morning could know.
And there, a girl—indescribable,
Alluring as the wind that stirs the pines,
Elusive as the hush before rain,
Tender as the first green shoot.
Her beauty was not just seen but felt—
A glimmer, a hope, a paradise unveiled.
In this cradle of the cosmos,
Where wonder was new and bliss had no end,
She shone—
A living diamond,
The heart of an untouched Eden,
Paradise,
Bliss,
And the promise of all things beautiful to come.
Prompt: In the hush before the world awoke,
Before the stars found their ancient names,
A canvas, vast and velvet-black,
Waited for the brush of dreams.
From darkness, color spilled—
Butterflies, countless, kaleidoscopic,
Danced on golden air,
Their wings the first poems written in light.
Birdsong wove through emerald veils,
Notes ringing like dew on crystal leaves,
And there, in a glade bathed in dawn,
Stood the Forest Princess:
Blonde hair thick as summer wheat,
Eyes blue as a newborn sky,
A dress spun from moonbeams and moss.
She was Mother Nature’s breath—
Mistress of all things wild and gentle.
By her side, the Forest King—
Regal, patient, ancient as the roots beneath—
With every glance, the woods blossomed anew.
In her arms, a squirrel—
Tiny empress crowned in russet fur,
Sparkling with a thousand diamond lights,
Each gem a wish, a promise, a felicità.
She shimmered with a joy
That only the first morning could know.
And there, a girl—indescribable,
Alluring as the wind that stirs the pines,
Elusive as the hush before rain,
Tender as the first green shoot.
Her beauty was not just seen but felt—
A glimmer, a hope, a paradise unveiled.
In this cradle of the cosmos,
Where wonder was new and bliss had no end,
She shone—
A living diamond,
The heart of an untouched Eden,
Paradise,
Bliss,
And the promise of all things beautiful to come.
Prompt: In the hush before the world awoke,
Before the stars found their ancient names,
A canvas, vast and velvet-black,
Waited for the brush of dreams.
From darkness, color spilled—
Butterflies, countless, kaleidoscopic,
Danced on golden air,
Their wings the first poems written in light.
Birdsong wove through emerald veils,
Notes ringing like dew on crystal leaves,
And there, in a glade bathed in dawn,
Stood the Forest Princess:
Blonde hair thick as summer wheat,
Eyes blue as a newborn sky,
A dress spun from moonbeams and moss.
She was Mother Nature’s breath—
Mistress of all things wild and gentle.
By her side, the Forest King—
Regal, patient, ancient as the roots beneath—
With every glance, the woods blossomed anew.
In her arms, a squirrel—
Tiny empress crowned in russet fur,
Sparkling with a thousand diamond lights,
Each gem a wish, a promise, a felicità.
She shimmered with a joy
That only the first morning could know.
And there, a girl—indescribable,
Alluring as the wind that stirs the pines,
Elusive as the hush before rain,
Tender as the first green shoot.
Her beauty was not just seen but felt—
A glimmer, a hope, a paradise unveiled.
In this cradle of the cosmos,
Where wonder was new and bliss had no end,
She shone—
A living diamond,
The heart of an untouched Eden,
Paradise,
Bliss,
And the promise of all things beautiful to come.
Prompt: In the hush before the world awoke,
Before the stars found their ancient names,
A canvas, vast and velvet-black,
Waited for the brush of dreams.
From darkness, color spilled—
Butterflies, countless, kaleidoscopic,
Danced on golden air,
Their wings the first poems written in light.
Birdsong wove through emerald veils,
Notes ringing like dew on crystal leaves,
And there, in a glade bathed in dawn,
Stood the Forest Princess:
Blonde hair thick as summer wheat,
Eyes blue as a newborn sky,
A dress spun from moonbeams and moss.
She was Mother Nature’s breath—
Mistress of all things wild and gentle.
By her side, the Forest King—
Regal, patient, ancient as the roots beneath—
With every glance, the woods blossomed anew.
In her arms, a squirrel—
Tiny empress crowned in russet fur,
Sparkling with a thousand diamond lights,
Each gem a wish, a promise, a felicità.
She shimmered with a joy
That only the first morning could know.
And there, a girl—indescribable,
Alluring as the wind that stirs the pines,
Elusive as the hush before rain,
Tender as the first green shoot.
Her beauty was not just seen but felt—
A glimmer, a hope, a paradise unveiled.
In this cradle of the cosmos,
Where wonder was new and bliss had no end,
She shone—
A living diamond,
The heart of an untouched Eden,
Paradise,
Bliss,
And the promise of all things beautiful to come.
Prompt: In the hush before the world awoke,
Before the stars found their ancient names,
A canvas, vast and velvet-black,
Waited for the brush of dreams.
From darkness, color spilled—
Butterflies, countless, kaleidoscopic,
Danced on golden air,
Their wings the first poems written in light.
Birdsong wove through emerald veils,
Notes ringing like dew on crystal leaves,
And there, in a glade bathed in dawn,
Stood the Forest Princess:
Blonde hair thick as summer wheat,
Eyes blue as a newborn sky,
A dress spun from moonbeams and moss.
She was Mother Nature’s breath—
Mistress of all things wild and gentle.
By her side, the Forest King—
Regal, patient, ancient as the roots beneath—
With every glance, the woods blossomed anew.
In her arms, a squirrel—
Tiny empress crowned in russet fur,
Sparkling with a thousand diamond lights,
Each gem a wish, a promise, a felicità.
She shimmered with a joy
That only the first morning could know.
And there, a girl—indescribable,
Alluring as the wind that stirs the pines,
Elusive as the hush before rain,
Tender as the first green shoot.
Her beauty was not just seen but felt—
A glimmer, a hope, a paradise unveiled.
In this cradle of the cosmos,
Where wonder was new and bliss had no end,
She shone—
A living diamond,
The heart of an untouched Eden,
Paradise,
Bliss,
And the promise of all things beautiful to come.
Prompt: In the hush before the world awoke,
Before the stars found their ancient names,
A canvas, vast and velvet-black,
Waited for the brush of dreams.
From darkness, color spilled—
Butterflies, countless, kaleidoscopic,
Danced on golden air,
Their wings the first poems written in light.
Birdsong wove through emerald veils,
Notes ringing like dew on crystal leaves,
And there, in a glade bathed in dawn,
Stood the Forest Princess:
Blonde hair thick as summer wheat,
Eyes blue as a newborn sky,
A dress spun from moonbeams and moss.
She was Mother Nature’s breath—
Mistress of all things wild and gentle.
By her side, the Forest King—
Regal, patient, ancient as the roots beneath—
With every glance, the woods blossomed anew.
In her arms, a squirrel—
Tiny empress crowned in russet fur,
Sparkling with a thousand diamond lights,
Each gem a wish, a promise, a felicità.
She shimmered with a joy
That only the first morning could know.
And there, a girl—indescribable,
Alluring as the wind that stirs the pines,
Elusive as the hush before rain,
Tender as the first green shoot.
Her beauty was not just seen but felt—
A glimmer, a hope, a paradise unveiled.
In this cradle of the cosmos,
Where wonder was new and bliss had no end,
She shone—
A living diamond,
The heart of an untouched Eden,
Paradise,
Bliss,
And the promise of all things beautiful to come.
Prompt: In the hush before the world awoke,
Before the stars found their ancient names,
A canvas, vast and velvet-black,
Waited for the brush of dreams.
From darkness, color spilled—
Butterflies, countless, kaleidoscopic,
Danced on golden air,
Their wings the first poems written in light.
Birdsong wove through emerald veils,
Notes ringing like dew on crystal leaves,
And there, in a glade bathed in dawn,
Stood the Forest Princess:
Blonde hair thick as summer wheat,
Eyes blue as a newborn sky,
A dress spun from moonbeams and moss.
She was Mother Nature’s breath—
Mistress of all things wild and gentle.
By her side, the Forest King—
Regal, patient, ancient as the roots beneath—
With every glance, the woods blossomed anew.
In her arms, a squirrel—
Tiny empress crowned in russet fur,
Sparkling with a thousand diamond lights,
Each gem a wish, a promise, a felicità.
She shimmered with a joy
That only the first morning could know.
And there, a girl—indescribable,
Alluring as the wind that stirs the pines,
Elusive as the hush before rain,
Tender as the first green shoot.
Her beauty was not just seen but felt—
A glimmer, a hope, a paradise unveiled.
In this cradle of the cosmos,
Where wonder was new and bliss had no end,
She shone—
A living diamond,
The heart of an untouched Eden,
Paradise,
Bliss,
And the promise of all things beautiful to come.
Prompt: "Floating Between Worlds"
A trio of images: one grounded in reality (e.g., walking on the street), one mid-air (jumping, falling, or levitating), and one abstract or cosmic (e.g., stars, clouds, galaxy overlays).
Visual theme: transition from reality to dream.
Prompt: A world of illusion and surrealism. A little impressionism, pastel palette, <multicolor watercolor wet on wet>, high-quality digital illustration.
Dear DDG!!! Please draw a very beautiful, touching drawing of a little drag-onbird chick breaking its stone egg, which was standing on the side of a stone mountain in the middle of the cliffs on the seashore. The little chick has two strong, stocky legs, stone feathers the colour of bluish steel, two wings and a dragon's head. Around him are wild rocks, the sea waves, throws on the sandy shore snow-white foam, reflections of sunlight on the waves. A feeling of surprise, joy, the world opened up before the chick, the world is so huge and beautiful.
Prompt: Intricate, swirling calligraphy with curved lines and geometric patterns, reminiscent of Arabic geometric art, intertwined with delicate florals and vines, evoking the works of Pakistani artist Sadequain and the whimsical digital art of Simon Stalenhag. Whimsical, fantastical creatures, such as birds with intricate, illuminated feathers and butterflies with iridescent, translucent wings, similar to those found in Ernst Haeckel's illustrations, emerge from the letters, blending seamlessly into the text. As the poem unfurls, words transform into symbolic images, echoing the surrealist storytelling of Michael Whelan's fantasy art, with dreamlike, ethereal quality, blending traditional copperplate script with intricate, fantastical elements, creating a mesmerizing dance of text and image, with subtle, shimmering textures and delicate, lace-like patterns.
Prompt: A temporal triptych capturing the whispered myth of transformation, where a lone figure at the boundary of a misty forest dissolves into a mythical stag and a soaring bird. The stag’s antlers, illuminated by molten gold leaf highlights, morph into tree branches that dissolve into spectral gradients. The bird ascends dynamically in the right panel, trailing luminous threads that interweave with translucent layers of mist and veiled horizon gradients. The central panel reveals the figure’s silhouette dissolving into nested negative space silhouettes, sculpted by chiaroscuro light shafts. The panels are unified by cascading light columns and spectral splitting, with a palette of deep indigos, twilight ambers, and muted silvers.
Prompt: A detailed holiday-themed cartoon doll character,a charming (cute) with a round, fluffy red body and
Cute Red Shoes, adorned with a festive Santa hat featuring a snowflake and holly decorations. The doll has large, expressive eyes and a sweet expression. On the other side of sculpture there is a beautiful branch of a snow-covered Christmas tree. a touch of glitter. Besides the doll character a graceful fawn stands. It wore red Knitted Acrylic Sweater. The overall scene evokes a cheerful and whimsical holiday spirit.
The lighting softly highlights the textures and contours of the doll and fawn, creating a playful and whimsical atmosphere. Fantasy, abstract. The overall composition includes whimsical aesthetic, focusing on the interplay between light and form. Light white traces among the white-grayish first snow, in the dissolving fog, pastel tones of the setting sun, spreading gray-blue, lilac streaks, ultramarine shades, a gloomy horizon. 3D Reality: 3D Texture, 3D Shading, Ultra 3D Effect, Volumetric Lighting, Best AI Art Quality, Classic Composition, Ultra Realistic, Sharp, Rich Texture, Soft Glow, Psychedelic, Expanding Lines, Fibonacci Stitches, Influenced by Fantasy Creatures, Floating Effect, Reality Distortion, Psychological Realism, Joseph Mallord, a touch of magic in the atmosphere, rendered in stunning 8k resolution. The overall composition is lively emphasising the artistic details of the doll, tree and the graceful fawn. harmonious, dreamlike atmosphere, creativity, surreal, artistic flair.
Prompt: A mesmerizing close-up of a hidden microcosm within a dew-covered leaf in a forest at dawn. Tiny worlds unfold in breathtaking detail—a miniature forest of moss, delicate mushrooms, and tiny flowering plants springing up like towering trees. Small creatures inhabit this tiny landscape: a ladybug crawls along a vine, an ant scales a pebble as if it were a mountain, and a minuscule butterfly hovers nearby, its wings glowing in the golden morning light. The leaf reflects gentle rays of sunlight, casting a warm, dreamlike glow over the scene. The composition is detailed and intricate, revealing the beauty of nature's hidden worlds, as if viewing an entire universe within a single leaf. Rendered with high contrast, vibrant colors, and soft bokeh background to emphasize the surreal, magical beauty of this miniature world
Prompt: Opening Instruction:
"Create a 3D rendered, traditional stained glass style 8K image depicting a Templar knight in a heroic pose. Sunlight should shine through the stained glass, casting colorful shadows around him."
Primary Image (Templar):
The Templar should be standing, helmetless, wearing the order's mantle with a red cross over a white tunic. He holds a raised sword and shield, displaying an expression of courage and determination. The sunlight illuminates his figure and highlights his metallic armor.
Landscape and Setting:
The background should show a stylized battlefield, with geometric shapes and an epic landscape, enriched by flags and distant figures.
Colors and Lighting:
Use shades of red, white and silver for the Templar, with gold and blue lights for the sky and stained glass. The sunlight should cast three-dimensional shadows, creating an atmosphere of heroism and faith.
Impact and Style:
The image should evoke courage and devotion, with an atmosphere of sacred sacrifice, using the light and shadows of the stained glass to enhance the effect.
Prompt: Tired old knight-crusader-veteran looking with sacred joy at glowing Holy Grail goblet flying at air, dark evening, town far away, Vintage taro card of Ace of Cups suit, taro card decorated frame, colored ink drawing, watercolor artwork on old withered paper, by Camilla d'Errico, Leyendecker, Anton Pieck, pale colors, high detail, intricately detailed, hyperdetailed volumetric lighting, art nouveau graphic steampunk
Prompt: I want a picture of a landscape that a dragon guarding the gate. In a shiny huge western fantasy fortress background, there is a huge white shiny door made with a kind of stone. And there is a western fantasy style dragon sitting on the gate as the guardian of the gate. The dragon is watching the viewers. The time of the picture is dawn.
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.
