Prompt: A vast futuristic city stretches endlessly toward a hazy horizon, where skyscrapers twist like glass serpents and digital billboards flicker with forgotten messages. The sky above is torn between two realities — one half glowing with neon auroras and satellites in synchronized motion, the other half cloaked in storm clouds, lightning fracturing the air like veins of time. Below, people walk in silence, faces illuminated by holographic light, unsure whether they live in hope or despair. A single tree grows in the middle of a cracked concrete plaza, its roots glowing faintly with bioluminescent energy — the last symbol of organic life. In the distance, colossal drones drift silently, scanning the ruins of what used to be humanity’s greatest cities.
Rain begins to fall, but it’s metallic — reflecting the chaos of the sky like shattered mirrors. The air shimmers with invisible code, digital fragments floating like dust motes, whispering fragments of forgotten memories and failed dreams. Half of the city pulses with technological perfection, the other decays into rust and darkness. A lone figure stands on the edge of a skyscraper, cloak fluttering against the storm, holding a glowing sphere that flickers between colors — blue for hope, red for destruction, white for unknown destiny.
The entire atmosphere feels like time is collapsing — past, present, and future bleeding into one surreal moment where humanity faces the consequences of its own creation. The air hums with uncertainty, every flicker of light and every gust of wind carrying the question: What comes next?
Prompt: Instead of warmth, the green of glass
Instead of fire, smoke
A day snatched from the calendar grid
The red sun burns to ashes
The day burns out with it
A shadow falls over the burning city
We cannot boast of the wisdom of our eyes
Or the skillful gestures of our hands
We don't need all this to understand each other
Cigarettes in hand, tea on the table
And so the circle closes
And suddenly we become afraid to change anything
Prompt: Title: The Silent Banquet of Forgotten Time
Tags: still life, realism, baroque, objects, symbolism, decay, rich textures, vanitas, history, melancholy
Description:
Picture a banquet table, set long ago with grandeur and ceremony, now abandoned and left to the quiet passage of time. The scene is illuminated by the dim light of a single flickering candle, its wax dripping endlessly, creating hardened rivers down its side. On the table rests a lavish spread that has fallen into ruin: golden goblets once polished to brilliance now tarnished with green patina, a silver platter filled with fruit whose skins are wrinkled, bruised, and succumbing to decay, grapes bursting and staining the white tablecloth like spilled blood. A broken hourglass lies toppled over, grains of sand spilling onto the wood in frozen motion, a chilling reminder of the unstoppable march of time. Scattered among the objects are wilted roses, their petals dried and fragile, curling in on themselves as if clinging to their last moments of beauty. A cracked mirror leans against the wall behind, reflecting distorted fragments of the scene, amplifying its ghostly aura. Every object in this arrangement is chosen for symbolism: the goblets signify fleeting wealth, the fruit mortality, the roses fragile beauty, and the hourglass the inevitability of death. The palette is dominated by deep reds, dark browns, and touches of gold, creating a warm yet somber glow that recalls the vanitas still lifes of the Baroque masters. The viewer is invited not simply to observe but to reflect on the futility of excess, the impermanence of glory, and the silent truth that time consumes all things. The banquet may be silent, but its message roars: nothing endures, and beauty lies as much in decay as in bloom.
Prompt: A masterpiece of post-futuristic realism. A street of an abandoned futuristic city. Abandoned, dilapidated, cracked futuristic houses with rounded ergonomic architecture. Faded advertising signs and video panels. Rusty ultra-futuristic cars of different types and sizes on the streets, some in a half-disassembled state. Rusty futuristic broken flying machines sit on the roofs of houses and on abandoned runways. Broken and non-working androids with traces of rust sit or lie on abandoned sidewalks or in abandoned cars. In the foreground, a pair of rusty broken androids, a man and a woman, sit on the sidewalk hugging. Wild vegetation in park areas and in the cracks of houses. High level of detail. The atmosphere of a post-futuristic apocalypse.
Prompt: A glitch art piece of a frilly death metal girl in a 1970s photography style. The girl is standing in an urban wasteland with destroyed buildings. The background is blurred. The overall image is minimalistic and bleak.
Prompt: A twisted, ancient tree stands prominently in a barren landscape, with gnarled roots and a backdrop of a derelict, futuristic spacecraft. The scene evokes a blend of nature and decay in a desolate world.
Prompt: The logo would be a jarring encapsulation of internet subculture gone awry. It's a visual punchline, a grotesque meme rendered in unsettling detail. The phrase itself, "IT'S GOONIN' TIME!", screams from the logo, each letter a twisted caricature of proper font design. They tilt and lean, like decaying teeth in a grinning maw, reflecting the warped state of mind it portrays. The jagged edges bite at the eye, creating an instant feeling of discomfort.
The room is not merely a backdrop; it's a character in its own right, narrating a story of prolonged isolation and unchecked impulse. Each discarded wrapper, each dented can, whispers tales of forgotten responsibilities and escalating fixations. The peeling walls are a metaphor for the subject's deteriorating mental state, the cracks mirroring the fissures in his psyche. The flickering monitor is the only source of light, and the origin of his depravity, casting dancing shadows that amplify the sense of unease.
The man, the central figure, is a study in repulsive fascination. His obesity suggests self-neglect, a body surrendered to its basest desires. His stained clothing is not merely dirty, it's imbued with a sense of history, each stain a testament to countless hours spent in front of the screen. The sly grin and crooked teeth are the final, horrific touch, transforming him into a monstrous parody of human contentment.
The overall artistic style, gritty and graphic, amplifies the unsettling nature of the scene. It doesn't aim for beauty, but for impact, for a visceral reaction. The high contrast and stark shadows intensify the atmosphere of decay and madness. This logo isn't meant to be appealing; it's meant to be disturbing, a darkly comedic reflection of the internet's underbelly. It's a warning, a joke, and a commentary all rolled into one grotesque image.
Prompt: Generate an image of an old window It has dusty glass with a part missing and a massive crack in the middle Old bits of cloth and tape are being used to keep it intact There is an entire street behind it which is fully grey and has lots of spots filled with dust and dirt
Prompt: Vintage illustrated style, abstract watercolor painting of A small rotten ship jacked up on land, with an old house in the background. at nightfall, autumnal trees on either side,
An abstract acrylic and water colour landscape illustration. Turquoise, dark teal, green, yellow ochre, raw sienna Dark blue night sky background
Prompt: Death Rattle—an ultrafine vanitas painting where the Hidden One emerges, angular and surreal, an altermodern specter whispering through fractured time, each detail etched with haunting precision, decay and transcendence fused in impossible clarity.
Prompt: Dramatic oil painting. Close up. A gnarled oak tree grows from the cracked skull of a long-dead giant, its roots entwined with the bones. Tiny wildflowers bloom amidst the moss. Earthy tones, verdigris, gold. Visible brushwork. Hans Holbein, Pieter Bruegel, Matthias Grünewald. Stark realism, emotional intensity. A masterpiece, best quality, 8k resolution, trending on Artstation, Unreal Engine 5.
Prompt: A bright red dress lies across a bed in an apocalypse setting, surrounded by dust and decay, the room old and tattered. A bizarrely surreal atmosphere fills the room and resembles one shot under a high-definition octane lens. Somewhere within the ruins, a woman's shadow is peppered in, inviting thoughts about her spirit that symbolizes resilience in an uncertain world.
Prompt: A close-up portrait of a woman with deep, expressive eyes, half of her face appearing as cracked stone or ancient parchment, revealing a textured surface with intricate patterns. She holds a dark purple flower close to her lips, contrasting against her skin tone. The other half of her face is framed by voluminous, curly hair. The background is dark and ethereal, with subtle sparks of light and a mystical atmosphere, enhancing the enchanted and otherworldly feel of the image.
Prompt: She plays an old piano in an abandoned villa, ivy crawling through cracked windows. Her fingers are dusty, her eyes closed. The melody is ghostly. Decay, desire, elegance in ruins.
Prompt: Create a hauntingly beautiful encaustic-style portrait that evokes the sense of a lost identity buried beneath time and decay. The face of a mysterious, genderless figure slowly emerges from a weathered, fractured surface made of cracked wax and aged pigments. The encaustic texture is highly detailed—rich with layers of molten beeswax, resin, and natural earth-toned pigments, forming an intricate mosaic of hairline fractures, blistered edges, and ghostly smudges.
The composition should feel as though it’s been scorched and frozen in time simultaneously, evoking themes of memory, erosion, and forgotten lives. The face is only partially visible, shrouded in shadow, blending into the surrounding textures like a relic found in an ancient ruin. Eyes should be hollow or deeply shadowed—ambiguous and introspective—suggesting secrets untold or trauma absorbed into silence.
Color palette includes ivory, rust, burnt umber, deep turquoise, ash black, and fading ochre. Each crack and layer reveals stories beneath, hinting at both suffering and beauty. The lighting is soft but dramatic, illuminating only portions of the figure and allowing shadows to accentuate the encaustic relief, enhancing the three-dimensional feel of the waxy, brittle textures.
In the background, abstract hints of symbolic patterns can be embedded—faint traces of forgotten writing, old maps, or weathered fingerprints—to suggest a crime scene, a forgotten past, or the remnants of a soul trying to surface.
Overall, the piece should feel like a poetic mystery: a fusion of decay and divinity, beauty and loss, echoing the fragility of memory and identity through tactile, timeworn encaustic art.
Prompt: Dramatic scene of a person melting, surreal and unsettling, distorted features, liquid-like body, intense transformation, eerie atmosphere, detailed maggots crawling, decay and decomposition, dark and ominous setting, shadows and highlights, digital art, horror, vivid colors of decay, dramatic lighting with stark contrasts.
Prompt: Dramatic scene of a person melting, surreal and unsettling, distorted features, liquid-like body, intense transformation, eerie atmosphere, detailed maggots crawling, decay and decomposition, dark and ominous setting, shadows and highlights, digital art, high resolution, vivid colors of decay, dramatic lighting with stark contrasts.
Prompt: Des Tages Müh', der Wagen schwer,
Ein Schrottsammler zieht müd' daher.
Rostiges Blech, ein Drahtgewirr,
Manch Glanzstück, das war gestern ihr.
Von Straße zu Straße, im Staub der Zeit,
Sucht er verborgene Seltenheit.
Was andre fortwerfen, für ihn ist Gewinn,
Ein neues Leben, ein tieferer Sinn.
Prompt: Un vieil immeuble, une rue crasseuse
Foulée et usée par des pieds sans chaussures
Dans un silence long et si complet
Sous le regard d'un soleil frémissant
Prompt: A hyperrealistic portrait of a woman's face, rendered with a textured, cracked, and weathered surface resembling old paint. The face is framed by intricate cracks in a pale white and gray color scheme, suggesting age and decay. Red cosmos flowers are scattered across the face and embedded within the crevices, adding a vibrant contrast. The woman's eyes are a striking light blue, and her lips are a rich, deep red. The colors are rich and detailed, creating a strong impressionist style. The overall aesthetic evokes a sense of vulnerability and beauty within decay. Delicate, dark brown and gray twigs and foliage are interspersed within the cracked paint, completing the natural element arrangement against the face
Prompt: Inside a decommissioned train car, converted into a makeshift home by homeless youth and vagrants. The interior is filled with their belongings, bedding, and personal items, showing how they live. Lots of graffiti and signs of wear and tear, depicting urban decay. Pen and ink style with wet on wet colors. 4 young people doing their thing
Prompt: A vast, derelict starship drifts silently through interstellar emptiness—its design an elegant fusion of Sparth’s angular futurism and Craig Mullins’ painterly abstraction, now fractured and decaying. Once a symbol of celestial ambition, the vessel’s sweeping hull plates and spired pylons bear the patina of time, their metallic surfaces dulled, scorched, or split open to vacuum exposure. Along its curved flanks and recessed chambers, patches of biomechanical corrosion—tendril-like growths with fibrous, semi-translucent textures—creep outward like ivy overtaking a cathedral. Soft residual glows pulse faintly from deep within the structure: energy reservoirs now flickering aimlessly without purpose or command. The surrounding space is rich with layered particulate—swirling veils of cosmic dust, slow-moving meteor fragments, and suspended ionized particles catching faint starlight. A vivid nebula blooms behind the wreck: tendrils of violet, gold, and indigo gas twisting like auroral fire, highlighting the ship’s silhouette in contrast. Sharp rim lighting edges across fractured hull lines and open venting shafts, giving way to pools of ambient shadow. Across the frame, starfields stretch into infinite parallax—dense clusters in one quadrant, distant points scattered like ash in another. Composition centers on the ship’s bow, turned slightly downward, as if slumping in grief. No signs of life remain. No signal. Just the echo of engineering once divine. A solemn stillness pervades—where fantasy and science fiction merge in quiet ruin. By Sparth, Craig Mullins.
Prompt: People = Shit — The Filthbride
Prompt (English):
A sensual woman with a big bust covered in sewage-like mud walks across a landfill of icons and broken altars. Her abdomen is chiseled beneath the filth, a sacred form in the midst of rot. Despite the filth, she radiates an unsettling grace.
Theme: Profane misanthropy, divine disgust, sacred decay.
Mood: Beautiful ugliness, polluted sanctity.
Prompt: Richly textured, vibrant, iridescent Anna Dittmann, Catrin Welz-Stein, Tomasz Alen Kopera, and Pablo S. Herrero style mix: A woman stands at the edge of a crumbling, mystical realm, her world disintegrating around her. She wears a flowing, tattered translucent gown that catches the faint, eerie glow of luminescent mushrooms and flickering torches, its delicate fabric clinging to her curves as she poses in a dramatic turn-around, her long hair a wild tangle of fire. The atmosphere is heavy with foreboding, the air thick with the scent of decay and smoke. Dramatic, bold brushstrokes and vivid, iridescent colours evoke a sense of gothic fantasy, reminiscent of the works of Zdzisław Beksiński, H.R. Giger, and Brian Froud. The lighting is bright and dynamic, casting deep shadows and accentuating the textures of the scene, from the rough stone walls to the intricate, organic patterns on the woman's gown.
Prompt: expressive mixed-media art of a skull-snail. The creature is a chaotic collage of torn paper, aggressive charcoal marks, and sharp shards of metal. Raw, splattered gold paint adds a visceral highlight to the form. The overall feeling is raw, deconstructed, surreal, and dark. --ar 4:3
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.
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