Prompt: Very diluted watercolor on rough paper, using minimal paints and maximum loose broad brush strokes and water effects Visible paper texture..Two Sumo fighters are training in a dimly lit Heya, the atmosphere is dark and hazy, lit only by the strong golden sunset light coming from outside. Some viewers on the borders of the room.Light washes, imperfect contours, pigments bleeding into paper.
Prompt: A cinematic movie poster titled “The Last Paw – No One Leaves the Table.” Dramatic mafia-style scene with dogs and cats around a poker table, suspense thriller tone. In the center a powerful bulldog boss stares forward, beside him a proud maine coon and a cold-eyed black alley cat. In the foreground sits a seemingly harmless pug in a slightly oversized suit – he is the secret traitor, shown with subtle visual clues: a hidden ace slipping from his sleeve, a nervous sweat drop in his fur, his shadow shaped like a rat on the wall.
Moody noir lighting, smoke drifting through a single overhead lamp, green felt table glowing in the darkness. Background details: a chihuahua lookout near the door, a siamese cat watching the pug with suspicion, a mirror reflecting a secret handshake under the table, a whiskey glass revealing a coded message. Tagline beneath the title: “Loyalty has nine lives… betrayal only needs one paw.”
Epic poster composition, painterly realism, rich textures, expressive animal faces, vintage gangster aesthetic, suspenseful storytelling, high contrast, cinematic depth of field
Prompt: The almost pitch black face of a model against a dark background is visible only from light barely illuminating tiny portions of her features; chiaroscuro; powerful; mysterious
Prompt: Stark 1910s railway platform bathed in cold electric lamplight cutting through evening fog, solitary woman in tailored Edwardian coat and wide-brimmed hat, single tear catching harsh light, gloved hand suspended mid-wave. Man's silhouette receding on train steps, face turned back, coat billowing. Hopper's characteristic angular shadows and profound loneliness, crisp edges with emotional distance. Muted palette of deep greens, browns, cool yellows. Cinematic composition emphasizing vast empty platform space, geometric precision with aching solitude. American realist melancholy and isolation.
Prompt: A cinematic gothic fantasy oil painting set at night inside a Victorian-era apartment overlooking a fog-choked industrial city. The room is modest but refined, furnished with dark wood, a narrow bed, a small desk, heavy curtains, and a single oil lamp casting warm amber light. Rain taps softly against tall windows streaked with soot and moisture.
The window stands open.
In the foreground, the winged faerie woman has just entered the room, standing near the open window. She is slim and has pointed ears, a delicate face but sharp features, high cheekbones, and a narrow jaw. Her skin is pale and has a faint iridescent undertone that subtly catches the light. Her eyes are large and luminous, an unusual pale gold, conveying age beyond her years.
Her wings are partially folded now, still large and unmistakable, brushing the air and catching faint moonlight. They are worn and tattered, marked by years of hiding and loss. She has a long dark brown, almost black, dress and around her neck hangs a deep teal blue-green gemstone, the shape of a crescent moon, and glowing intensely. Her patched layered dark brown - almost black- coat hangs open, damp from rain, long dark brown hair loosened by wind. Her expression is guarded but vulnerable — this is not a place she enters lightly.
Across the room stands the human inspector. A tall, lean human man in his early to mid-thirties, with a disciplined, broad-shouldered build and restrained physical presence. His face is classically handsome but worn - a sharp jawline, slightly hollowed cheeks, and steady steel-blue eyes. His raven black hair is neatly kept but never pristine, often slightly disordered by long hours and stress.
He has removed his Victorian coat and uniform, dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, his authority set aside for the night. He is sitting at his desk, one hand on his forehead, sad and lost in thoughts. We can see his expression. She is slightly leaning toward him, touching gently his arm. On the desk, he has an open book and his necklace - similar to the one she has around her neck - lay on it. We can see the chain and the gemstone - exactly like hers - with the same deep teal blue-green luminous color, the same shape of a crescent moon, and glowing intensely.
He looks at her, frozen, as if just awakened. His face shows shock layered with recognition — disbelief giving way to something deeply personal. This is not the look of a lawman confronting a suspect, but of a man seeing someone he once loved and believed lost.
The tension is filling the space between them. No one speaks. Their silence is louder than contact. Their luminous gemstone are a silent testament of their past love they never released.
Outside the window, the city glows dimly — gas lamps, factory smoke, distant chimneys. Inside, the lamplight creates a pocket of warmth, separating the room from the hostile world beyond.
The color palette contrasts with the glowing gemstones, cool moonlit blues and grays from the window with warm ambers and golds inside the room. Painterly brushstrokes emphasize fabric, feathers, rain, skin, and light.
Mood: intimate, tense, and restrained — a reunion shaped by memory, forbidden presence, and the knowledge that one of them now serves the city that hunts the other.
Prompt: A gritty, cinematic oil painting set at dusk during the 1930s Dust Bowl. A traveling carnival stands on the edge of a barren town, its canvas tents worn, patched, and glowing faintly from lantern light. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by wind and footsteps.
In the foreground stands the carnival’s boss — a dwarf with sharp, intelligent eyes and a composed, commanding presence. He has a short beard, wears an ornate but weathered carnival coat with embroidered details, a vest beneath, and polished but scuffed boots. He stands upright on a wooden platform or wagon step, hands clasped calmly, surveying the carnival as if he owns not just the show, but the fate of everyone in it.
Behind him, the carnival unfolds in shadow and motion: a fortune teller slipping into a tent, a strongman hauling crates, lanterns swaying, canvas rippling. Faces are partially hidden, lit unevenly by warm, flickering light. The sky is heavy with clouds and dust, tinged with deep amber and rust tones.
The mood is ominous yet intimate — a place of secrets, survival, and strange purpose. Painterly brushstrokes emphasize texture: frayed fabric, cracked wood, dust-coated skin. This image serves as an introduction to a world where miracles, visions, and judgment quietly wait behind canvas walls.
Prompt: A majestic, forgotten library, its grand halls overgrown with bioluminescent flora, bathed in ethereal moonlight. Ancient, gilded bookshelves spill open, their pages filled with glowing, arcane symbols. A lone, ornate armchair sits at the center, worn velvet hinting at past elegance. The atmosphere is one of melancholic beauty and lost knowledge. Style: Dark fantasy oil painting with hints of psychedelic vibrancy, evoking the mood of Zdzisław Beksiński and H.R. Giger.
Prompt: 151515: "Cat curled up in a heart shape" [Colorful cat , color rich, pastel watercolor paint, soft floral tones, luxuriance of a winter fireplace]
Prompt: gothic portrait of Elyra, the Seer of Vareth, sitting at a candle-lit wooden table inside a dim library filled with ancient books. She has long dark hair, luminous eyes, and wears an elegant black dress adorned with silver jewelry and intricate rings. Before her lies a spread of ornate tarot cards depicting celestial and arcane symbols. Dozens of candles cast a warm, flickering light across her calm yet haunting expression. The mood is mystical, introspective, and cinematic — a vision of fate and forbidden prophecy. Painterly detail, cinematic lighting, in the style of Yoshitaka Amano × Shaun Tan.
Prompt: Erik Von Sydow and Erika Valerius vampire hunters with Cassia Valerius vampire and Wulfic the werewolf
together in 13 century castle
Cassia Valerius
* Apparent Age: Late 20s (actual age 200 years old)
* Species: Vampire
* Era of Birth: 11th century (Middle Ages) in Eastern Europe
* Height: 5'7"
* Build: Lithe but strong, with an agile grace
* Hair: Long, raven-black hair, often tied back loosely
* Eyes: Kaleidoscopic hues that flicker between deep crimson and icy blue
Apparent Age: Late 20s (actual age 200 years old)
* Species: Vampire
* Era of Birth: 11th century (Middle Ages) in Eastern Europe
* Height: 5'7"
* Build: Lithe but strong, with an agile grace
* Hair: Long, raven-black hair, often tied back loosely
* Eyes: Kaleidoscopic hues that flicker between deep crimson and icy blue
* Skin: Pale porcelain complexion
Erik Von Sydow
* Age: 24
* Hair: Short, blonde, often kept neatly trimmed
* Eyes: Piercing blue
* Height: 6'4"
* Build: Muscular and powerfully built.
* Background: Born in Eastern Europe during the 13th century.
* Occupation: Vampire Hunter
* Skills: Exceptionally strong and skilled in close combat. Enhanced abilities granted by magical training. Knowledgeable in vampire weaknesses and hunting techniques.
Wulfic theWerewolf
* Height: 7'0"
* Weight: 500 lbs (dense, bestial mass)
* Build: A hulking, terrifyingly powerful beast of a man. His muscles bulge, and his frame is a raw expression of primal strength. His posture is low and aggressive, ready to pounce.
* Fur: Thick, shaggy black fur covers his entire body, darker than a moonless night.
* Eyes: Burn with an intense, predatory auburn glow, reflecting light like embers in the darkness. They are feral and focused, devoid of human empathy in the heat of battle.
* Features: Elongated snout, razor-sharp fangs, massive claws on his hands and feet, and powerful digitigrade legs that allow for incredible speed and leaping ability. His howl can shatter windows and fill the bravest with dread
Erika Valerius
* Age: 24
* Hair: Short, blonde
* Eyes: Piercing blue
* Height: 5'9”
* Build: Athletic
* Background: Born in Eastern Europe during the 13th century. An orphan, her village was massacred by vampires when she was a child. She was rescued by the rogue vampire Cassia Valerius.
* Occupation: Vampire Hunter
* Skills: Highly skilled in combat, stealth, and tracking. Proficient with various weapons, including swords, daggers, and crossbows. Possesses extensive knowledge of vampire lore and weaknesses.
Prompt: In the warm glow of torchlight, a beautiful 20 year old woman dressed in a dark burgundy velvet dress edged with white lace and green velvet sleeves sings amidst a gathering. Her gaze, directed upwards, speaks volumes of her internal dialogue, perhaps reflecting on the events of the evening or the weight of a bygone era's tribulations. The ambient lighting casts a dramatic orange firelight hue upon her visage, highlighting the intricate details of her attire and the timelessness of her surroundings.
Prompt: flat paper people zombified with glasstic eyes that pierce the soul of the mirror of the shadows that hide the reflection behind the dark murkiness of fog high resolution, fine detailed textures, extreme tilt shift, fog, natural realistic lighting, natural realistic colors, rays of light, octane renderer
Prompt: the woman enjoy with bourboun bottle intense longing seized my loins, fusing reality and fantasy into a singular, throbbing entity. My cock, once flaccid, surged to rigid life, pulsing with a fierce, unquenchable hunger. Tears welled in my eyes, sparks of pleasure igniting every nerve as the contours of my manhood emerged from its sheath, an unbridled declaration of primal desire. In this moment, I was both observer and participant, consumed by the raw, erotic intensity that demanded to be unleashed upon the world.
Prompt: A surreal and haunting scene in a dark, futuristic setting. In the foreground, two figures dressed in black robes stand with their backs to the viewer, gazing up at a massive, menacing face dominated by hollow eyes and a grim expression. The face appears to be made of a smooth, metallic material, with intricate wires and cables extending from its features, creating a sense of connectivity and control. In the background, a series of shadowy windows reveal distorted reflections of other figures, contributing to the eerie atmosphere. The dim lighting and dramatic contrasts enhance the unsettling vibe of this dystopian world.
Prompt: <lora:Brushed Oils:1.0> <lora:Crumpled Metals:1.0> <lora:Earth and Mystical:1.0> <lora:Chaotic Order:1.0> A handsome, lavish 16th century Italian man and a beautiful 16th century Italian woman in 16th century costume stand together in a richly decorated chamber of a 16th century Venetian castle. Impasto realistic oil painting texture, with intense, rich colors and vivid shadows, reminiscent of the style of Caravaggio and Rembrandt. Epic cinematic, brilliant, stunning, intricate, meticulously detailed, dramatic atmosphere, maximalist, digital matte painting.
Prompt: A full-body depiction of a woman in a haunting, surreal style that merges the nightmarish, decayed atmospheres of dystopian dreamscapes with the meticulous, anatomically precise rendering of Renaissance sculpture. She stands centered in the composition, feet planted firmly on cracked, ashen ground (Pantone 7540 C), her posture unnervingly still.
Her hair is extraordinarily long and dyed a vivid, cold pink (Pantone 705 C with lowlight shadows in Pantone 7434 C). It is styled into two thick sets of triple braids, one on each side of her head, the braids hanging heavily forward over her chest like weighted ropes. The braiding is exact and tight, every strand rendered with obsessive precision, yet the sheer length and mass give them a surreal, almost inhuman quality.
Her face is a disquieting contrast between beauty and horror: perfectly proportioned and sculpted, yet painted in disturbing clown makeup in muted, pale tones. A ghostly off-white base (Pantone 7527 C) covers her skin, with desaturated grey-black diamond shapes (Pantone Cool Gray 11 C) stretching from brow to cheek, their edges feathered as if blurred by time and wear. Her lips are a softened, pale metallic crimson (Pantone 7631 C) with reduced saturation, curling into a macabre, unnatural smile—too wide, too knowing. The eyes, shadowed in soft smoke grey (Pantone 431 C), glare straight into the viewer’s gaze, unwavering and penetrating.
She wears a tattered, floor-length gown in muted bone white (Pantone 7527 C), the fabric clinging to her form in some places and hanging in torn, desiccated drapes in others. The dress seems eroded by time, with frayed hems and rents that reveal glimpses of flawless, marble-like skin beneath—rendered with precise anatomical fidelity. Her bare feet rest on fractured stone, toes dusted with the same fine ash that swirls faintly around her.
The background is an oppressive, decaying expanse: a barren wasteland of crumbling structures and twisted, skeletal silhouettes, all swallowed by a miasma of ochre haze (Pantone 7550 C) and bruised storm clouds (Pantone 431 C). The atmosphere feels heavy, airless, and still, the light dim and sickly, casting long, unnatural shadows that stretch toward the viewer.
The overall mood is deeply unsettling—beauty muted into ghostliness, bound in grotesque ceremony, standing in the thin space between reverence and nightmare. Her stillness, combined with the lifelike anatomy and eerie surrealism, makes the image feel as if she could step forward at any moment.
Prompt: Create a striking noir scene set in a World War II German commandant’s private office within a bleak prison camp. The room is filled with a light haze, dusty air filtering through dim lighting, and worn plaster walls adorned with aged wooden trim. seen from the side, the Commandant, a stern man in his late 50s, sits at a solid wood banker's desk, leaning forward with intensity. His military uniform is crisp, contrasting against the oppressive atmosphere. On the right side of the image Opposite him, an unclothed French female prisoner in her mid-20s sits on a cold metal stool, her torn shirt (bare-chest:1.5) revealing bruises, yet she displays a defiant gaze. Use dramatic, high-contrast lighting to highlight their expressions and the tension between them, casting deep shadows across the room. The color palette should be muted, emphasizing the cold, dark ambiance. Aim for a high-resolution image that captures the powerful dynamic and the emotional weight of the scene.
Prompt: “Bayonetta: The Gilded Witch”
Bayonetta kneels in a dark, candlelit cathedral, beneath strands of her hair-woven dress unraveling down her back. she is tall and elegant, wet with sweat and red liquid from a ritual unseen. Her glasses are cracked, eyes downcast, lips smeared with red. she is is arched like a bow, trembling with grace and fatigue.
Style: semi-realistic Rococo with infernal sensuality and baroque drama.
Background: A cathedral of mirrors and shadows, where angel feathers smolder.
Prompt: A solitary figure walks down a dimly lit, rain-soaked city street at night. The scene is enveloped in a foggy atmosphere, with streetlights casting a warm, orange glow along the wet pavement. The person, a male of medium build, has a neutral skin tone and is dressed in a dark hoodie, paired with dark pants. His back is turned to the viewer, revealing a silhouette with slightly tousled hair. Reflections of the lights shimmer on the ground, creating a striking contrast with the shadows. Buildings are visible in the background, their outlines softened by the mist. The overall mood is introspective and somewhat melancholic, evoking a sense of solitude amidst an urban environment.
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.
