#dreamssurrealism

Tears for Lost Kingdoms

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1008 X 567 (0.57 MP)

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  • Prompt: A sorrowful goddess weeps tears of molten gold, her face etched with the pain of a thousand fallen stars, her form dissolving into a cascade of shimmering stardust, in a realm of shattered galaxies and forgotten dreams. The scene is rendered with exquisite detail, featuring lifelike textures, subtle color gradations, and atmospheric lighting, evoking a blend of Zdzisław Beksiński's dark surrealism, Kinuko Y. Craft's mystical symbolism, and Simon Stalenhag's futuristic realism. The color palette is dominated by deep blues, purples, and blacks, with accents of shimmering gold and silver, creating an enchanting ambiance across the image.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: portrait_tall

Dreamscape of Time and Twilight Colors

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1536 X 1536 (2.36 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: in the sounds of the old clock's chimes
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: square

God is Money

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 4096 X 4096 (16.78 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Socialist realism. A bureau where all the employees licking huge banknotes.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Whimsical Dreams in a Colorful Landscape

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 848 X 1208 (1.02 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: New surreal world
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0

Were it not that I have bad dreams...

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Alex Yanes, lowbrow pop surrealism, slicing the air. pop surrealism, inspired by Tomokazu Matsuyama, many eyes, Aaron Jasinski, by Nicholas Marsicano, by Emily Shanks, graphic artist Davi Blight, Jon Macnair, by Jacob Pynas
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Dreamscape of Colorful Human Profiles

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1024 (1.84 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: illustrated depicted hallucinations individual symptoms search schizophrenia restore existence delusion dissociation intervention through alterations suggesting These period happiness struggle inescapable unseen false thinking disordered treat binary dreams oppositions navigation distress
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Echoes in the City of Forgotten Dreams

• Model: FluX

• Size: 3072 X 2304 (7.08 MP)

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  • Prompt: In the alleyways of forgotten dreams, Where colors bleed and shadows scream, A lone figure walks the broken path, Tracing the steps of an ancient wrath. Walls of crimson, walls of gold, Stories untold in the cracks and the mold, Each step echoes like a distant cry, From the depths of time, where the memories lie. The light bends and breaks, a fractured beam, Illuminating the silent scream, Of the city’s soul, lost and found, In the labyrinth of streets where the ghosts abound. Trees reach out with fingers of flame, Whispering secrets, whispering names, Of those who walked this path before, In a world that exists no more. And the figure, a shadow in the light, Moves through the day, into the night, Searching for something, or someone lost, In the maze of dreams, where the lines are crossed. For in this place, nothing is real, Just echoes of what we used to feel, A dream within a dream, we tread, In the city of the living dead.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

City of Lost Dreams

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 3456 X 2688 (9.29 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: In the alleyways of forgotten dreams, Where colors bleed and shadows scream, A lone figure walks the broken path, Tracing the steps of an ancient wrath. Walls of crimson, walls of gold, Stories untold in the cracks and the mold, Each step echoes like a distant cry, From the depths of time, where the memories lie. The light bends and breaks, a fractured beam, Illuminating the silent scream, Of the city’s soul, lost and found, In the labyrinth of streets where the ghosts abound. Trees reach out with fingers of flame, Whispering secrets, whispering names, Of those who walked this path before, In a world that exists no more. And the figure, a shadow in the light, Moves through the day, into the night, Searching for something, or someone lost, In the maze of dreams, where the lines are crossed. For in this place, nothing is real, Just echoes of what we used to feel, A dream within a dream, we tread, In the city of the living dead.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 1
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape