Prompt: Misty bog at dawn, oil painting on canvas, reminiscent of Thomas Cole's style, tranquil and slightly eerie atmosphere, cattails swaying, lily pads floating on water, lone frog perched on a pad, early morning light filtering through dense fog, detailed brushwork, earthy tones of green, brown, and grey, evocative and serene setting, realistic landscape
Prompt: Enchanting female figure, ethereal aura, flowing long hair, eyes reflecting wisdom, intricate details, vibrant colors, surreal atmosphere, dreamlike setting, mystical interpretation of the soul inside her being shown where a small resilient songbird resides, perched on her very soul, symbolic elements, soulful essence, delicate brushwork, fine details, rich textures, magical realism, captivating narrative, emotional depth, masterful use of light and shadow.
Prompt: A dimly lit bedroom at dusk. The bed is unmade, with deep blue sheets scattered like waves. On the pillow lies a stack of handwritten glowing letters, each sealed with dark blue wax bearing arcane sigils. Female with long, tar dark hair and pale skin, in beautiful silver dress with shiny sapphires on it, she sits on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with quiet, piercing intensity. Their eyes glow faintly, one part lover, one part supernatural observer, staring directly at an open book resting on the bed. The book’s pages are turning on their own, the ink shimmering with flecks, magical lights of night sky and glimmers like tiny constellations. Nearby, a delicate pile of nightingale feathers spills from a carved wooden box, each feather etched with fine symbols of desire. A single candle burns low on the bedside table, casting a golden halo that barely keeps back the encroaching darkness. On the floor, a reflection: as if the whole scene is mirrored in black glass, showing the same figure—but in the reflection, the eyes blaze like a cold sun, revealing their true, otherworldly form. Outside the window, dawn is beginning—a thin line of light rising, illuminating an ancient, fog-wreathed landscape beyond. The atmosphere is charged: a storm contained in silence, the air vibrating with unspoken words and an overwhelming sense of forbidden longing. Silver sigils floating in the room, a hint of magic.
Prompt: Would you draw Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allan Poe sitting on a bench in Istanbul’s Gülhane Park, having a conversation, with cats around? Also, in an oil painting style.
Prompt: Make a perfect iconic maximally wide landscape-oriented beautiful captivating dynamic expressive multicolored stylized abstract Art Nouveau and Bauhaus-style illustration for this poem BY EMILY DICKINSON, without any text or information. Avoid cliches and a sickly-sweet interpretation. Without any clouds.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
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.
