#dreams

beautiful portrait

• Model: MirageMaker

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Naturally happy young hippie man with a warm smile, digital,hyper realism, maximalism,interior designer, grey dark, luscious wet oil paint,erratic brush strokes,visible texture,, by Liepke and lucian freud,loop light, magdalena abakanowicz,::
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Men Dream

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Prophetic Dreams
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Dreams Anchestor

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Prophetic Dreams and ancestors
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archaeologist next to Mayan temple

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 880 X 1168 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: archaeologist next to Mayan temple
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
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Blossoming Constellations: A Symphony Unfolds

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 704 X 896 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Use style of Dina Wakley, Jack Davison, Beatriz Milhazes, Ginette Callaway, Zemer Peled, A. Y. Jackson, John Twachtman, guache impasto, sandpaper texture: The beautiful girl, caught betwixt fleeting dreams and waking fears, blossoming petals, yet to unfurl, amidst the symphony of life's bittersweet tears, in her eyes, the constellations collide, echoes of innocence, tinged with the ache of time, her heart a garden, both wild and tame, with each whispered breath, a symphony unfolds, in the growing pains that make her whole.
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Symphony of Blossoming Dreams

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 704 X 896 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Use style of Dina Wakley, Jack Davison, Beatriz Milhazes, Ginette Callaway, Zemer Peled, A. Y. Jackson, John Twachtman, guache impasto, sandpaper texture: The beautiful girl, caught betwixt fleeting dreams and waking fears, blossoming petals, yet to unfurl, amidst the symphony of life's bittersweet tears, in her eyes, the constellations collide, echoes of innocence, tinged with the ache of time, her heart a garden, both wild and tame, with each whispered breath, a symphony unfolds, in the growing pains that make her whole.
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  • Aspect Ratio: portrait

Dreams of Destiny: A Heavenly Night

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: So let me sleep, let fate decide,In its wisdom, let my fate abide.For in the darkness, I find my light,In the depths of dreams, my destiny bright. May the heavenly angel give me good night.
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Endless Reveries: Navigating Dream Realities

• Model: DreamForge

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: The phenomenon of dreams that seem to last weeks from my perception have returned. It is hard to feel rested when you wake after having been gone for a long time. It takes me a little while to resync with what is reality. What was a dream and what are real memories. I get to go on these interesting and surreal journeys to places that have never existed. When I awake after a long journey, I can be disoriented and not sure where I am. The mood of that journey can have reaching effects into my day. If it is traumatic, my day can be disrupted by the very real trauma endured by the mind.
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Ancient Echoes

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Prehistoric dreams
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Dreams in Golden Light: A Cinematic Canvas

• Model: Animatron

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: You didn't know back when. I tried it all before. My dreams were too hard to defend.
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Dreamscape Serenity

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Imagining a world within one's mind, a sanctuary of dreams and creativity, a place where fantasies take flight and thoughts soar freely
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OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - PROMETHEA 1706024 91

• Model: DreamForge

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Promethea, the magic goddess, is a stunningly beautiful being with a physique that exudes power and elegance. She stands tall at around 5'9" with a lithe yet athletic build, her curves honed from centuries of wielding her magical abilities. Her skin is a radiant porcelain-like complexion with a subtle shimmer, as if infused with the essence of the stars. Her raven-black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, with subtle hints of purple and indigo that seem to shift and change color depending on the light. Her eyes burn with an inner fire, blazing like two sapphires that sparkle with an otherworldly intensity. Her features are chiseled and refined, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and lips that curve into a perpetual enigmatic smile. A delicate filigree of silver and gold adorns her ears, wrists, and throat, pulsing with a soft blue glow that seems to reflect the rhythm of the cosmos. As she moves, her very presence seems to command attention, as if the air itself responds to her magic.
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Dreamy Nightscapes: Intricate Oil on Canvas

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Goodnight sweet dreams in black and gold
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Dreams of the Unknown

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: collective unconscious
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  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - SELENE 2108024 44

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow. Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive. Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace. She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake. Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion. Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
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OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - PROMETHEA 2108024 61

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow. Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive. Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace. She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake. Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion. Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
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OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - SELENE 2108024

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds. Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos. Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure. She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake. Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion. Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
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  • Aspect Ratio: square

OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - SELENE 2108024 2162

• Model: Photonic

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds. Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos. Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure. She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake. Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion. Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
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Navigating the Complexities of Mental Health

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
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Navigating the Depths: Understanding Depression

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
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