Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) sketchy and chaotic ink hatching with squiggly lines, textures of loose and irregular strokes, coloured with pastel watercolours and dirty aquarelle, splashing, blotting, scratching, splatter and overspray of colour on cold pressed rough paper. A whimsical and vibrant illustration featuring a graceful woman in a stylish traditional Japanese dress, holding a fan. She sits confidently against a backdrop adorned with ancient symbols and architectural elements, including monkeys playfully interacting in the scene. The artwork incorporates a blend of Eastern philosophical themes, with text in both English and another language, conveying a sense of harmony and eternity. The overall color palette is rich and warm, combining elements of fantasy and a retro aesthetic, creating a captivating and thought-provoking image. Delicate but chaotic ink work defines the woman, her traditional dress, the fan, the monkeys, the ancient symbols, and the architectural backdrop, while loose watercolor washes in deep red, warm gold, soft cream, indigo, jade green, and touches of soft white for light and pattern highlights flow organically, with splatter, blotting, scratching, and overspray, creating texture, depth, and a grainy, grungy, ephemeral, mystical Eastern atmosphere. Masterpiece, gorgeous, beautiful, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique, HD, enchanting, fuzzy, ephemeral, spectacular, dreamy and ethereal. Ultra fine texture of fine lines. 16:9.
Do Angels Dream? - Beyond the Infinite Dream (with poem)
Model:
ChatGPT 2
Size:
5712 X 3216
(18.37 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A poetic, epic masterpiece and emotional double-exposure photograph capturing the essence of life's journey and transcendence. The central focus is a profile of a person in their fifties, eyes wide with profound understanding, on the verge of a transition to the afterlife. The image blends their expression with a tidal wave of light and imagery symbolizing enlightenment. The wave consists of fragmented memories: childhood shadows, teenage escapades, academic achievements, heartbreak, professional success, familial loss, struggles with addiction, and the luminous presence of a beloved named Grace. These fragments intertwine with a divine, blinding light spelling out the essence of LOVE. At the heart of this cosmic flood, a subtle outline of a Guardian Angel emerges, not as a harbinger of death but as a guide to a higher realm. The composition is cinematic, with deep blacks contrasting brilliant whites and warm gold tones, creating a moody and awe-inspiring atmosphere. The image is rich in intricate details, blending photorealism with surreal elements to convey a sense of profound transcendence and spiritual awakening. Artstation showcase quality.
Prompt: a boy and a girl exchange thoughts realizing the world is just part of an eternal loop , everyones unique but all of the ones right now are just busy chasing monetary dreams, the real power is in nature , the love , the culture, as the time is slipping through the fingers, an emotion filled eye captures a breathtaking view
Prompt: a semi-abstract oil painting of many large low hanging clouds that form a large opening with shite edges-white edges where sunbeams shine through, where the sunbeams bounce off the dark water, in a wide lake, There are rising translucent souls being drawn up to Heave in a steady stream. in the style of Egon Schiele, Camille Pissarro, Gustav Klimt, Paul Signac
Prompt: All our times have come
Here, but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the Reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain
Come on, baby
(Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, take my hand
(Don't fear the Reaper) We'll be able to fly
(Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, I'm your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Valentine is done
Here, but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
40, 000 men and women everyday (like Romeo and Juliet)
40, 000 men and women everyday (redefine happiness)
Another 40, 000 coming everyday
Come on, baby
(Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, take my hand
(Don't fear the Reaper) We'll be able to fly
(Don't fear the Reaper) Baby, I'm your man
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
Love of two is one
Here, but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
And the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared
Come on, baby
(And she had no fear) And she ran to him
(Then they started to fly) They looked backward and said goodbye
(She had become like they are) She had taken his hand
(She had become like they are) Come on, baby
(Don't fear the Reaper)
Prompt: Suspended in the void lies the Garden of Infinite Myths, a surreal sanctuary of stories reborn as living flora. Platforms of luminous stone float endlessly, connected by bridges woven from auroras and comet tails. Air glows with dream-fragrance, winds of starlight carrying memory. Each tree is legend embodied: the Golden Apple Tree rooted in molten sunlight, fruits glowing like suns, coiled serpents with jeweled scales guarding immortality; the Celestial Lotus Tree blooming blossoms hovering midair, glowing pearl and sapphire, singing melodies that reshape thought; the Stone-Book Tree sprouting marble tomes inscribed with runes, whispering forgotten epics in voices of gods; the Crystal Stag Tree sprouting luminous antlers, spectral deer leaping into constellations before reforming. Between trees flow rivers of liquid starlight, galaxies swimming within their currents like silver fish, banks blooming with flowers sprouting miniature planets orbiting stems before falling. The garden is alive with mythical beings: centaurs of nebula dust galloping trails of stars, phoenixes exploding into supernova flames, reborn endlessly, minotaurs of crystal and iron, eyes of black holes, sirens translucent, voices bending spacetime into spirals of sound. At the center towers the World Tree of Eternity, trunk of diamond fused with pulsars, roots anchored in black holes, branches piercing dimensions, every leaf a living universe glowing with stars. Worlds orbit like fruits. The sky rains meteors like blossoms, streaking arcs settling as seeds of fire. The entire garden is a cosmic archive of myths, stories yet told blooming eternal, a dream grown real, infinite sanctuary of legend and wonder.
Prompt: *Oil on canvas, magic realism, serene and ethereal composition.
*A mystical Native woman with a feathered headdress stands leaning against a great mountain massif. Above her, two sacred white eagles hover in still air. Around her, soft white mist and clouds swirl gently, while glowing waterfalls in shades of blue and turquoise cascade below. The scene is surreal and dreamlike, her beauty and dignity wrapped in light, water, and sky.
*A mix of artists' styles such as the dreamlike elegance of Marc Chagall, the vibrant and idealised palettes of Maxfield Parrish, the surreal symbolism of René Magritte, the intricate natural details of Arthur Rackham, the mystical depth of Tomasz Alen Kopera, and the ethereal, nature-infused compositions of Catrin Welz-Stein.
Prompt: The Ancient Tree of Life in Agam Lok: Beyond the travelers, within the endless golden light, stands the Ancient Tree of Life, its roots spread deeply and branches vanishing into the heavens above. The light pulses around the tree as a hum of Shabda echoes softly. The tree symbolizes eternity and the deep mysteries of the divine, stretching across planes unknown.
Art Style: Symbolist Realism for sacred, detailed elements.
Primary Artist: Gustave Moreau for mythic and divine structures.
Enhancement Artist: Arnold Böcklin for the symbolic tree.
Whispers of Eternity and Control хкаххах сталин и тецкатлипока
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1152 X 864
(1.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Let's talk about eternity with you:
Of course, I'm to blame for a lot of things!
But SOMEONE also ruled my fate.,
I felt THAT omnipresent gaze.
He didn't give me any sleep or rest.
HE lived in me and ruled over me.
And I, as a slave to the UNIVERSAL MOOD,
He ruled the country with an iron will.
Who was my secret SUPREME LORD?
What did HE want by controlling me?
I, like a slave, judge and executor, Was EVERYTHING over this impoverished country.
And everything was incomprehensible then:
Where did strength, will, and power come from?
My soul is like a car wheel,
I've been grinding my passion
And only then, in the spring of '45,
HE whispered softly in my ear:
"You were my novice, a soldier
And your rest is not far away!"
Prompt: Infinity Knot (Endless Knot) – A symbol representing eternity, interconnectedness, and the infinite cycle of life.
Alchemy’s Philosopher’s Stone – A symbol representing the ultimate goal of alchemy: the transmutation of base matter into gold and the attainment of spiritual perfection.
Seven-Pointed Star (Heptagram) – A symbol used in various mystical traditions to represent the seven classical planets and the connection between the spiritual and material worlds.
Prompt: The human element
In the heart of man, where thoughts soar,
There is something that sends light to the darkness,
Where quietly the eternal sound smolders,
Which, above the earth, lifts the soul into the mist.
It is not flesh, nor blood, nor bone,
It is something that lives in the depths of dreams,
What conscience twitches when night calls,
What shines hope amidst the toil of words.
It's a human element that sounds in eternity,
In questions, in grief, in love it weaves.
It is the spark that awakens the content of life,
What makes us something more than death.
Q
Prompt: The human element
In the heart of man, where thoughts soar,
There is something that sends light to the darkness,
Where quietly the eternal sound smolders,
Which, above the earth, lifts the soul into the mist.
It is not flesh, nor blood, nor bone,
It is something that lives in the depths of dreams,
What conscience twitches when night calls,
What shines hope amidst the toil of words.
It's a human element that sounds in eternity,
In questions, in grief, in love it weaves.
It is the spark that awakens the content of life,
What makes us something more than death.
Q
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.
10d
