Prompt: Surreal Bar Room Scene Beauty in the style of Rafał Olbiński,
Carl Larsson Alexander Jansson wide open dark eyesIllustration By Marguerite Delorme, by Chokha, by Marguerite Zorach Highly dramatic minimalism contemplative art, the intersection of atmosphere and emotion
Prompt: A quiet, cobblestone street at dusk, where the warm glow of streetlights diffuses through a gentle, dreamlike haze. Shop windows display soft, indistinct shapes, and the distant buildings blur into the deepening twilight. The scene evokes a sense of peaceful nostalgia, captured in a style that mimics vintage photography with soft focus and a warm, muted color palette.
Prompt: A vibrant red sunrise peeking over a thick layer of fog that blankets a quiet, wintry landscape. The sun's glow is reflected in the thin ice covering a body of water, lending an ethereal, almost otherworldly aura to the scenery. A line of barren trees stands silhouetted against the bright, rosy sky, their slender branches reaching upwards. In the foreground, a winding stream of dark water flows past, its banks, alongside a snow-covered fence made from dark, weathered wood poles, are dusted with freshly fallen snow. Hoarfrost coats the tall, dry grass and reeds that stick out from the chilly ground, sparkling delicately in the soft, morning light. The sky should shimmer in soft shades of blue and orange, emphasizing the dreamlike nature of the scene. Style: Albert Bierstadt × Donato Giancola × modern high-fantasy landscape photography.
Prompt: A quiet, rain-slicked forest clearing at twilight, with ethereal female silhouettes dancing in a gentle fog. Soft, indistinct tree shapes fade as if through memory's veil. Bioluminescent vegetation casts drifting, dreamlike colors, creating an atmospheric, 'Dreamy Blur' theme. Cinematic photography style, soft focus, and subtly glowing flora, with gentle backlighting through the mist.
Prompt: Mega Prompt — ABTIN Teaser A teenage wizard named Abtin wields a flaming sword in a ruined city crawling with zombies. Deep house soundtrack drives the rhythm: pulsing bass, mystical synths, cinematic tension. Opening: aerial shot of shattered skyline, fog and neon ruins. Reveal: hooded teen, eyes glowing, sword ignites. Combat: stylized slow-motion strikes, fire trails, bursts of light synced to music. Climax: Abtin atop a broken tower, unleashes fiery shockwave. Fade to black. Final frame: glowing 3D gold-silver typography “ABTIN”, shimmering with cinematic lighting, pulsing with the last beat. Tagline: “From ashes, a legend rises.”
Prompt: Hanfu folds now rest...whispering tales of the past...on a soft white sea... Dreamy hazy breezy wet-on-wet watercolor painting. Minimal paints, maximum loose watery effects, with feathery edges and impasto-like texture. EmmAI palette of smoky grey-green, warm beige, and subtle, faded gold. A poetic composition emphasizing the texture and pattern of the traditional garment, with the surrounding background highly abstracted, leaving the figure to emerge from a sea of soft white and gray washes. No text, no artifacts, no harsh lines.
Prompt: Aquarelle numérique féerique d’un grand château fantastique perché dans un paysage de montagne. Style carnet de voyage onirique, couleurs dominantes bleu turquoise, indigo et violet. Architecture inspirée des châteaux bavarois avec de nombreuses tours élancées, toits pointus et fenêtres illuminées d’une chaude lumière dorée. Ambiance nocturne magique, fine neige scintillante, atmosphère brumeuse et douce. Arrière-plan flou aux montagnes enveloppées de brouillard. Texture de peinture aquarelle fluide avec contours légèrement encrés. Ciel parsemé de petites lueurs dorées comme des lucioles ou des étoiles. Composition verticale, riche en détails, très lumineuse et poétique. —style watercolor, ink outlines, dreamy atmosphere, glowing windows, magical night.
Prompt: A vibrant cluster of whimsical, multicolored houses with pointed roofs emerges from a shrouded fog, creating a magical, storybook atmosphere. The scene is both enchanting and mysterious.
#colorful #fog #houses #magicalfantasy #whimsical
Prompt: A dreamlike landscape in shades of dusk and dawn, bathed in vaporous mists where human faces and forms, symbols of oblivion, fade away. In the center, a translucent silhouette lets filaments of light escape from its mouth, becoming calligraphed words and then luminous roots. These roots sink into its own incandescent heart and extend into the landscape, nourishing bursts of light and ethereal flowers. In the background, fragments of memories float, dissolving, in a soft, melancholic and introspective atmosphere.
Prompt: A dark, washed-out charcoal drawing. On a bridge quite high up stands a man, there he stands on the railway ready to jump, still hesitating with both arms wide open. Tears on his sad face. The composition emphasizes balance, serenity, and natural beauty with detailed architectural elements and natural scenery. Painterly yet ultra-realistic, inspired by Caravaggio’s light and shadow, with hints of Brian Froud’s eerie fantasy and Ghibli’s depth, but in a darker, baroque palette. HDR intensity, strong contrasts, gothic ambience,
Prompt: in darkened smokey forest, the wax works dummies wait, wither and wrinkle, high detail, high dynamic range (HDR), fractal elements, cryptid shadow, dead trees, style of giovanni boldini, Kinkade.
Prompt: Capture the profound sense of solitude and introspection from the source image, depicting a lone figure walking down a muddy path through vast, foggy
Prompt: A majestic moose standing in a frosty, misty field during early morning, with its large antlers prominently displayed. The background features a calm, fog-covered lake with dense, dark forested trees in the distance. The moose has a thick, dark brown coat with some lighter patches, and the scene exudes a serene, chilly atmosphere with soft, diffused lighting. The overall composition emphasizes the grandeur and tranquility of the wilderness.
Prompt: A solitary shadow moves across a vast, misty space, its presence barely touching reality, in a delicate vision on the border between memory and illusion. Emotions ripple like ink on soaked wood, authenticity emerging from layers of brushstrokes and gradations, as if the soul itself were painted in watercolor, oil, and alcohol markers. Night and light collide, creating contrasts, depth, and beauty—a dream where intuition guides every stroke, visually expressive, hauntingly serene, a meditation on solitude.
Prompt: Nihonga Art, fog, river, sunset, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, juicy and enchanting dusk
intricate beautiful Paul Klee mysterious Watercolor painting Edward Burne-Jones translucent Odilon Redon Delicate muted colours
Prompt: A serene autumn landscape features vibrant orange and black trees lining a misty road. Fallen leaves blanket the ground, reflecting a peaceful, tranquil atmosphere enhanced by soft fog.
Prompt: A haunting, ultra-detailed, photorealistic, hyperrealistic digital painting, rendered as high-end concept art, of a silent, ominous fusion creature lurking within a perpetually twilight-shrouded, overgrown gothic cemetery, mist clinging to ancient headstones. This creature is a seamless, unsettling hybrid of a Raven and a Venus Flytrap, possessing the Raven's sleek, iridescent black feathers and intelligent, obsidian eyes, but its entire head and neck are replaced by a massive, articulated Venus Flytrap maw, its "leaves" composed of hardened, bone-like chitin, tipped with razor-sharp, phosphorescent teeth that glow with an eerie, sickly green light. Its powerful avian legs end in talons that are overgrown with moss and tiny, parasitic fungi, blending with the decaying environment. The creature's body is predominantly raven-like, but its back is adorned with a cluster of smaller, predatory flytrap growths, each subtly pulsing. It stands motionless, perfectly camouflaged amidst tangled thorny vines and crumbling statuary, its flytrap maw slightly ajar, revealing the glowing teeth within. A dramatic cinematic, medium shot, eye-level, positioning the creature as a vigilant, silent predator, emphasizing its grotesque blend of natural elegance and botanical horror. The primary lighting is diffused, melancholic moonlight filtering through dense canopy, with pockets of internal bioluminescence from the creature's maw and subtle glints on its dark feathers, highlighting the damp textures of stone and decaying foliage. Small text on the bottom right corner: "digo.a.i", masterpiece quality, Octane render, volumetric mist, complex gothic architecture, intricate botanical details.
Prompt: Silence was the first to surrender. It retreated under the onslaught of an invisible light, yielding to a ringing, crystalline emptiness. The night still clung to the slopes with its black firs and the velvety shadow of the gorges, but from somewhere beyond the jagged horizon, a ghostly, milky elixir was already pouring into the world. This was not just fog, but something more—a haze woven from the frozen breath of the sleeping lake and the secret exhalations of the earth. It lay over the surface of Okhna, still and dense, like liquid pearl, concealing the dark depths. The mountains hovered in this white abyss, their peaks, touched by the sun's first rosy kiss, floated in weightlessness, severed from the earth like crystalline islands. And then, a miracle occurred. The sun, without breaking through as a blinding ray, began not to shine, but to *infuse* the fog from within. The cold milk transformed into flowing gold, the ashen whiteness into shining lavender and tender shades of opal pink. The world ignited with a soft, internal radiance, as if the planet itself was emitting a quiet, fantastical light. The trees on the shore, dressed in heavy, fluffy coats of frost, emerged from the haze like spectral guardians, their branch-paws studded with billions of tiny diamonds. The air was cold and sharp as a blade, but every breath burned not with frost, but with purity. It was intoxicating and thick, as if one could quench their thirst with it. In this divine silence, where there was neither a rustle nor a chirp, it seemed one could hear the light sliding over the frost crystals, giving birth to a silent music of the spheres. This was not merely a dawn. It was a sacrament of transformation. The boundary between reality and dream, between water and sky, earth and air, was erased. For those few magical minutes, Okhn was not a lake in the mountains, but a gateway to a lost, ineffably beautiful world, ruled by silence, light, and a primordial, fantastical beauty.
Prompt: Silence was the first to surrender. It retreated under the onslaught of an invisible light, yielding to a ringing, crystalline emptiness. The night still clung to the slopes with its black firs and the velvety shadow of the gorges, but from somewhere beyond the jagged horizon, a ghostly, milky elixir was already pouring into the world. This was not just fog, but something more—a haze woven from the frozen breath of the sleeping lake and the secret exhalations of the earth. It lay over the surface of Okhna, still and dense, like liquid pearl, concealing the dark depths. The mountains hovered in this white abyss, their peaks, touched by the sun's first rosy kiss, floated in weightlessness, severed from the earth like crystalline islands. And then, a miracle occurred. The sun, without breaking through as a blinding ray, began not to shine, but to *infuse* the fog from within. The cold milk transformed into flowing gold, the ashen whiteness into shining lavender and tender shades of opal pink. The world ignited with a soft, internal radiance, as if the planet itself was emitting a quiet, fantastical light. The trees on the shore, dressed in heavy, fluffy coats of frost, emerged from the haze like spectral guardians, their branch-paws studded with billions of tiny diamonds. The air was cold and sharp as a blade, but every breath burned not with frost, but with purity. It was intoxicating and thick, as if one could quench their thirst with it. In this divine silence, where there was neither a rustle nor a chirp, it seemed one could hear the light sliding over the frost crystals, giving birth to a silent music of the spheres. This was not merely a dawn. It was a sacrament of transformation. The boundary between reality and dream, between water and sky, earth and air, was erased. For those few magical minutes, Okhn was not a lake in the mountains, but a gateway to a lost, ineffably beautiful world, ruled by silence, light, and a primordial, fantastical beauty.
Prompt: The sun had not yet risen, but the night had already surrendered, yielding the sky to pale, washed-out hues. A thick, milky, pearlescent fog drifted over the river. It coiled just above the water's surface, hiding the opposite bank and transforming the familiar landscape into a mysterious, unknown world. The water was perfectly still, with only the dark silhouettes of the coastal reeds emerging here and there from the misty shroud. Their reflections trembled on the dark, almost black surface, mingling with the ghostly colors of the sky. The air was humid and cool; it nipped at your cheeks with a light freshness and smelled of wet leaves, willow, and damp earth. And then, right in the thick of the fog, the first ray of light was born. It was dim and hazy, but the fog seemed to absorb it, beginning to glow from within with a soft, pinkish-golden radiance. The outlines of the trees on the far bank showed through the haze like a mirage—fiery flashes of crimson and gold. This was not just a sunrise. It was a sacrament of awakening, a moment of quiet magic when nature holds its breath before the start of a new day.
Prompt: A lone figure stands silhouetted on a dirt road, walking into a vast, foggy expanse of fields under a dramatic, stormy sky. The composition emphasizes a sense of isolation and introspection, with a vanishing point drawing the eye towards the distant, hazy horizon. Silhouetted trees line the sides of the road, their forms softened by the pervasive mist. The lighting is moody and atmospheric, with shafts of diffused light breaking through the dense clouds, illuminating the road ahead and creating a strong contrast with the surrounding darkness. The color palette is desaturated and somber, dominated by deep grays, blues, and muted earth tones, enhancing the feeling of a lonely journey. The texture of the fields and the road should be rough and organic, with a painterly quality that suggests a dramatic, artistic interpretation rather than a photorealistic depiction. The overall mood is one of quiet melancholy and resilience.
Prompt: a picture showing an empty road stretching through endless fields covered in thick fog. Dark trees can be seen on the horizon, which look like silent witnesses. In the center of the painting stands a lonely figure of a man with his head down. The wind whistles, and the silence reigns around, emphasizing its isolation. The sky has a cold, grayish hue, and the sun barely shines through the clouds. All the colors in the picture are muted, which creates a feeling of melancholy. The road seems to lead nowhere, symbolizing hopelessness and a sense of loss. This image beautifully conveys the deep emotions of loneliness, leaving the viewer with thoughts of isolation and searching.
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.
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