Prompt: Where would I be without you, just living inside my head, with only dreams to breathe through, and the rest of life unsaid. Abstract minimalism. Surreal in the style of Hieronymous Bosch, Charles rennie macintosh .
Prompt: A real actual photo, Art of Life, Prayer for Life, Light and Life, (((Masterpiece, close-up))) drawn with ink and a scratching, splashing, blotting quill pen, irregular stroke, squiggly line, evocative. Colored with aquarelle, splatter, overspray of color, muted warm colours on black canvas.
Create the dynamic image of a very beautiful modern slender busty young blonde vietnamese woman with a blonde messy bun lyin asleep in her unkempt bed, Through the open window a halucinatory fog wafts in and culminate around her full of cloudy dream images: rain in a european street at night, autumn leaves, an urban park at night, mushrooms, apples, berries, chestnuts, acorns, flowers...
The woman is inhaling the halucinatory fog.through her nostrils.
The blonde hair of the vietnamese woman is styled in a messy bun with loose tendrils framing her face. The woman wears a saggy t-shirt with deep neckline.
It seems like the halucinatory images are the only light source in the pitch black bedroom, highlighting her arousing bodily and facial features and the folds of her unkempt bed
Masterpiece, gorgeous, beautiful, awe striking, breath taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique, HD,style of by zettel
Prompt: Beyond Eternity
(Verse 1)
On the edge of this world, I stand alone,
The fog below, the mountains unknown.
A single soul in a sea so wide,
Yet the light breaks through, from the other side.
(Pre-Chorus)
The distant peaks, they call my name,
A whispered hope, like a burning flame.
(Chorus)
Beyond eternity, where dreams unfold,
Where the winds of change are strong and bold.
I may be small in this endless sky,
But I’ll rise, I’ll soar, I’ll learn to fly.
Beyond eternity, I will find,
A place where my spirit’s free, and time unwinds.
(Verse 2)
The world is vast, but I feel its pull,
A mystery waiting, beautiful, full.
Each step I take on this unknown path,
Leads me closer to what will last.
(Pre-Chorus)
The distant peaks, they call my name,
A whispered hope, like a burning flame.
(Chorus)
Beyond eternity, where dreams unfold,
Where the winds of change are strong and bold.
I may be small in this endless sky,
But I’ll rise, I’ll soar, I’ll learn to fly.
Beyond eternity, I will find,
A place where my spirit’s free, and time unwinds.
(Bridge)
And though the journey’s long, I’ll never cease,
For every step is one towards peace.
In the vast unknown, I’ll plant my seed,
For hope is all a soul will ever need.
(Final Chorus)
Beyond eternity, where dreams unfold,
Where the winds of change are strong and bold.
I may be small in this endless sky,
But I’ll rise, I’ll soar, I’ll learn to fly.
Beyond eternity, I will find,
A place where my spirit’s free, and time unwinds.
(Outro)
Beyond eternity, beyond the climb,
I’ll journey on, beyond space and time.
Prompt: A human figure in worn, earth-toned clothing lies beneath a swirling, liquid sky in a desert landscape, with a burning sun reflected in their eye, in a contemporary urban oil painting style reminiscent of Gerhard Richter's abstract landscapes, David Hockney's vivid colors, and the emotive brushstrokes of Expressionist painter, Egon Schiele.
Prompt: Abstract portrait of a woman with a serene and introspective expression, created in a colorful modern art style, featuring bold and expressive brush strokes, vibrant colors including orange, mint, purple, and gold, on a textured canvas, with an emphasis on contemporary pop art aesthetics, her face is the focal point, with closed eyes and partially open lips, conveying a sense of contemplation, her skin tone is a warm beige, with subtle shading to enhance depth and dimension, perfect for Etsy urban art, in ultra-high resolution, capturing every detail of the painting's intricate texture and color palette.
Prompt: Opal Ring, silky pink background
Your dream is a charmed slave
of my soul that calls you;
you will come to the end of the world's desert,
from here, barrier abysses, peaks.
Crystal clear, like the blue heights,
found you sleeping, thirsty dreams, -
in the dream of your sixteen years
your soul desired and abducted you.
On abysses, peaks, unknown spaces
your dream flies-flies in a cheerful sleep -
and I hear, in the night of dark woes,
the saving pre-dawn bell.
You will come, dawn-innocence all-victorious,
in the robe of your fragrant shyness
and it will be an hour of confession-last,
a radiance in a magical reverie.
My soul will sprinkle pearls over you,
that you will be a rose, I will be may.
And we will burn in our sleep - and like smoke in the sky we will find an end.
Prompt: You stand in the space between yesterday and tomorrow, where colors fold into themselves like collapsing thoughts. The familiar melts into strangeness, leaving only fragments that whisper of forgotten stories. It is both comforting and unsettling, as though memory itself has learned how to dream.
Prompt: A breathtaking photograph captures a woman adrift in a sea of dreams. Her long, flowing hair spills like liquid night against a vibrant tapestry of teal blue hydrangeas and whispers of pale pink roses. Centered in the frame, she wears a matching bikini, her skin a canvas partially veiled by the velvety blooms. The hydrangeas and roses, in their lavish abundance, compose a dramatic counterpoint, a surreal backdrop that threatens to consume the entire scene. Even, bright light bathes the tableau, coaxing forth the textures and colors of both woman and petal with a soft, diffused glow. This creates a visual symphony of saturation, intensifying the blues to an almost oceanic depth and heightening the delicacy of the pinks. The composition, a study in balance and symmetry, draws the eye inexorably to the subject, immersing the viewer in the scene's intoxicating embrace. Serene, ethereal, and undeniably artistic, the photograph achieves a balanced exposure and neutral white balance, ensuring the focus remains on the harmonious marriage of the human form and its floral sanctuary.
Prompt: The style of execution is detailed digital painting, as if on an IMAX movie screen using a technique ("double effect") to convey the idea of dualism and the effect of 3D presence. In the middle of a gloomy, almost lifeless scene, under thin, cold rain showers, sits an elderly man of about 60 years old with a tired but surprisingly noble face. Man with facial features typical of European origin (possibly with a mixture of Slavic roots), without a moustache, he has very short gray hair on the head - cut "semi-boxing/ boxing" is a classic military choice and very short gray "grey-white" beard. Its fall is short silver-white, hair like soft clouds can be seen on the temples and a very short and thick gray beard highlights the severe features of the face and small and not very expressive wrinkles, carved by time. He is wearing a loose, worn shirt with embroidery, probably "embroidered", embroidered with red and white threads on the collar and cuffs, soiled by soil and rain water. He is barefoot, his legs withered and knotted, in black discourses of dirt, entwined in the position of quiet thought. In his hands he holds the sole stalk of a yellow rose, already slightly wilted, but still holding the warmth and aroma of life. The petals, like drops of sunlight, contrast with the serenity of the surrounding world. The man looks at her carefully, almost with awe, as if trying to hold in his hands the rest of an unfulfilled dream. On either side of it are two large glass cans, each emitting a soft, warm light. On the left is a label with the inscription «DREAMS» - inside flickering tiny lights, like caught fireflies, lighting thin studs and golden petals set on the bottom. To the right of a bank with the inscription «REALITY» - its light is dimmer, and among coal-black stones and debris can be seen only rare flashes. Between them, on the wet ground, mixed with pebbles and mud, yellow petals are scattered as if they had come from a man’s flower. The background is dark, almost black, going into emptiness, where only rainlines create a sense of movement. The light falls softly, highlighting the figure of the old man and two vessels, turning them into the conceptual center of the picture. An atmosphere full of sadness and philosophical silence is a moment in which dream meets reality, fragile beauty meets the inevitable. Tending on ArtStation, IMAX Cinematic - 1080hd, OLED8K, HDR, Super HDR.
Prompt: Here are a few title options for the image, playing on different aspects:
**Emphasizing the multiplicity:**
* Seven Sisters
* Echoes of Self
* Multiplicity
* The Many Faces of Her
* A Tapestry of Souls
**Emphasizing the dreamlike quality:**
* Somnium (Latin for "dream")
* Whispers of the Wind
* Dream Weaver
* In a Tranquil Slumber
* ethereal slumber
**Emphasizing the vulnerability/introspection:**
* Unveiled
* Heart's Embrace
* Inner Sanctum
* The Quiet Strength
* Soul's Reflection
The best title will depend on the intended message or feeling the artist wants to convey. I personally like "Seven Sisters" or "Echoes of Self" for their directness and evocative nature.
Prompt: Here are a few title options for the image, playing on different aspects:
**Emphasizing the multiplicity:**
* Seven Sisters
* Echoes of Self
* Multiplicity
* The Many Faces of Her
* A Tapestry of Souls
**Emphasizing the dreamlike quality:**
* Somnium (Latin for "dream")
* Whispers of the Wind
* Dream Weaver
* In a Tranquil Slumber
* ethereal slumber
**Emphasizing the vulnerability/introspection:**
* Unveiled
* Heart's Embrace
* Inner Sanctum
* The Quiet Strength
* Soul's Reflection
The best title will depend on the intended message or feeling the artist wants to convey. I personally like "Seven Sisters" or "Echoes of Self" for their directness and evocative nature.
Prompt: With a moon half-empty
And a sky that's gone to waste
And the twilight offers cold embrace
The amber of autumn fades
And the greys of summer's mistakes
And the dreams we try to replicate...
They fall away
Isn't this world something wonderful
That we were made to suffer both it's honesty and cruelty?
Prompt: She ran with the wind and her heart on fire
Chasing the dreams she could never tire
Barefoot on the earth where the wildflowers grow
A trail of whispers wherever she'd go
Prompt: A somber, ethereal scene featuring a young boy with curly brown hair, standing in profile with his eyes closed. His expression reflects deep contemplation and tranquility. The image blends his silhouette seamlessly with a mystical landscape, where a large, ancient tree sprouts from the side of his head, its roots intertwining with his body. Around him, a flurry of birds takes flight against a moody, twilight sky filled with soft clouds and faint light. The overall atmosphere conveys a sense of connection to nature and introspective solitude, enhanced by muted colors and subtle lighting effects.
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.
