Prompt: Quiet, airy, graceful,
Like a cat in the glow of warm candles,
Creeps in the night space shadow,
Delicate, sensual - she is.
Her movements soft, full of power,
Like a cat's nimble steps,
A thousand sparks smoulder in her gaze,
Mysterious, like night clouds.
And when she hugs, like a cat she warms,
In her embrace softness weaves,
Like fur that sweetens the moments,
Soothes the soul, soothes the dreams.
Q
Prompt: The painting represents a figure in the middle of a mystical pact with God, surrounded by ethereal mist. The canvas is aged, with visible texture and cracks, through which subtle colors seep. The figure is a black, chubby, lesbian, and communist woman, with shoulders illuminated by golden reflections, symbolizing the divine exchange taking place. The face of the figure is detailed.”
Prompt: Oh, what a grateful fate I would feel,
If I wrapped my heart in Your grace.
Carrying You in my hands, like a precious treasure felt,
Fulfilling the dreams the spirit could not grasp.
I would pave Your paths with red rose petals,
I would make your every step a sweet whisper of a pleasant song.
Your eyes, with the shine of stars, I would sing your praises in the sky,
And I would weave your every smile into the wind's pride.
And so, my love's flame, eternally unquenchable,
In the dawn and dusk would last hot.
Let words, though flippant, testify boldly:
To love you forever - this is what I have dreamed of!
Q
Prompt: Abstract painting in watercolour. Impressionism. The theme of the painting is ballet. A large hall with a shining parquet of white dirty colour in the whole width of the picture, which smoothly connects with a wall of white dirty colour. Two slender ballerinas are dancing in the middle of the hall. One ballerina is in a Fouette ballet position and the other ballerina is in an Arabesque position. The two ballerinas are wearing white-silver transparent tutus, silver pointe shoes on their feet, their hair is gathered in a bundle. Quick, sharp, multi-layered strokes of muted soft blues, silvers, golds and off-whites are applied to the canvas: Fine Art Canvas Blue Golden with scuffs and scratches. With added ink - water-based pigmented inks .
The ballerinas' figures are of correct proportions, without distortion, but slightly blurred, as in Impressionist paintings. HDR, high quality masterpiece, dynamic movement, excellent cinematic post-processing, good diffused light, glow and shadows. No frame, no text, no copyright
Prompt: Rococo woman fading tones of melancholy and summer nostalgia, soulful portrait, forget about the sad times, in burnt umber, plutonium, patina of mercury glass, tea stains, art brut, moody, somber, bright colors, in the style of Paul Klee, Banksy, Arthur Rackham.
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) Digital art, ink wash, gorgeous, spectacular.
An elegant swan with pure white plumage splashes majestically into dark, still water, creating a dynamic contrast. Its wings are fully extended and curved gracefully upward, feathers perfectly splayed, showcasing a mix of textures between the smoothness of its body and the detailed, delicate wingtips. The swan’s neck forms an S-shape, characteristic of its species, with a light orange beak detailed by a black tip. The swan’s head is turned slightly to the side, displaying its eye, partially shrouded by a white mask. The water erupts around the swan in a chaotic ballet of sparkling droplets, capturing the motion of its powerful descent. Behind the swan, the background fades into a deep, shadowy black, drawing all attention to the brilliant whiteness of the swan and the spectacle of the splash.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Prompt: , Kusama, Mucha: Full-length, chiaroscuro-lit, portrait of a lightly armored Balinese maiden dancing in a jungle with palms, vines, creepers & mosses & a waterfall behind.
Prompt: Color ink and pen drawing: Elegant woman in a contemporary space gracefully poses with a flowing red silk fabric, barefoot on a reflective floor, surrounded by industrial gray metal beams and blue-tinted glass, creating a stark yet beautiful contrast
Prompt: Color watercolor and ink drawing: Elegant dancer in a contemporary space performing a mid-air leap with a flowing red silk fabric, barefoot on a reflective floor, surrounded by industrial gray metal beams and blue-tinted glass, creating a stark yet beautiful contrast.
Prompt: Onde turbulenti color verde acqua si infrangono contro rocce aspre e consumate dal sale, inviando veli di spruzzi alti nell'aria tormentata, mentre si raduna un minaccioso cielo tempestoso color indaco, carico di nuvole elettricamente cariche e morfologicamente complesse che si contorcono e si attorcigliano alla luce tremolante, argento-oro di un sole invisibile, basso all'orizzonte, che proietta un bagliore dorato sul mare turbolento e una stretta spiaggia a forma di mezzaluna che si estende tra promontori scoscesi e disseminati di massi, mentre il vento ululante trascina ciocche di stratocumuli in striscioni fluenti che solcano la volta del cielo turbolento e agitato, illuminato da periodici lampi, ammorbidito da cumuli avvolti nella nebbia, simili a gonfaloni, tinti con sfumature di corallo e salmone sulla lontana linea dell'orizzonte, che mostrano il trattamento realistico atmosferico e nebbioso con ombreggiatura degna di un portfolio, illuminata da Softbox utilizzando l'illuminazione globale volumetrica da algoritmi super avanzati dei grandi artisti Ash Thorp, Ian Jun Wei Chong e Sylvain Sarrailh e immagini dell'intestazione ambientate nella cultura overdrive dell'Unreal Engine 5.
Prompt: A normal woman shortly before her 60th birthday with very beautiful purple short hair and delicate wrinkles, her eyes are shining, she seems to be smart
Prompt: The oil painting of Bastet exudes an enchanting blend of grace and grandeur, capturing the goddess’s essence with remarkable vibrancy. At the center of the composition, Bastet stands in a poised yet commanding stance, her feline head adorned with intricate jewelry that glows with a soft, ethereal light. Above her head, a radiant solar disk bathes her in a warm, golden aura, accentuating her divine connection to the sun.
Her form is elegantly slender, draped in a semi-transparent gown of shimmering silk that flows around her like liquid gold. The gown catches the sunlight, creating a dazzling play of light and shadow. Bastet’s cat head is detailed with expressive eyes that seem to follow the viewer, her sleek fur reflecting subtle hints of gold as it catches the light. Elaborate golden jewelry adorns her neck and ears, including a striking necklace with a pendant shaped like an entwined lion and cobra, symbolizing her multifaceted nature.
In one hand, she holds a scepter topped with an ankh, a symbol of life and immortality, while her other hand rests gently on a small, exquisitely decorated altar adorned with incense and flowers. The background reveals a lush, verdant landscape interspersed with ancient Egyptian architecture, suggesting the vibrant city of Per-Bastet. Tall palm trees sway in the breeze, their shadows dancing on the stone pathways.
Prompt: isualize the vibrant energy of a beautiful woman sitting at a drum set with passion and grace. The stage lights highlight her elegant features as she sits in the middle of the drum set. Her hands move with precise power as the drumsticks swirl through the air, filling the room with rhythmic magic. Your challenge is to capture this fascinating scene in a work of art. Emphasize the connection between the beauty of the woman and the powerful expressiveness of the drums to create a captivating image.
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.
