Prompt: image of the risen Christ wrapped in white, very strong outlines, over-saturated dark colors, Edward Atkinson Hornel, John Hoyland,, Kim Keever, Thom, (champlevé) watercolor, pastel, ink splats, arthur rackham, monet, Dufy, Chagall, Crivelli, Vallotton, watercolor, pastel, ink painting, Andy Kehoe...
Prompt: Once, in a world not so different from our own, unsettling signs began to emerge. The air grew thick with an unusual stillness, and the skies transformed into ominous shades of gray. Whispers of an impending apocalypse curled through cities like smoke, sparking a mixture of dread and curiosity among the inhabitants.
People noticed strange phenomena: rivers flowed backward, animals behaved erratically, and the sun seemed to set far too quickly. In small towns, the local news reported a peculiar increase in shadows that moved independently, defying the light they emerged from. In bustling metropolises, citizens awoke to find their beloved landmarks shrouded in an eerie haze, giving a sense that the world had shifted into an uncanny parallel.
As the signs mounted, communities began to gather, sharing stories of uncanny dreams and haunting visions that hinted at the end. Some spoke of a figure—cloaked and faceless—appearing in their dreams, a harbinger of doom whose words echoed in their minds and hearts.
Amid the chaos, a group of unlikely heroes emerged: a disillusioned scientist, a fearless journalist, and a wise older woman connected to ancient prophecies. Together, they embarked on a quest to uncover the truth behind the signs, determined to face the darkness ahead.
As they traveled through desolate landscapes and encountered bizarre creatures, they discovered that the signs were not mere warnings. They were invitations to awaken humanity’s forgotten strength, urging people to unite and confront their fears before it was too late.
Their journey revealed that hope could rise even in the bleakest of times and that, sometimes, the end of the world was merely a new beginning. As the sky cracked open and the whispers of the apocalypse crescendoed, would they rise to the challenge? Only time will tell…
Prompt: Stunning color oil drawing on textured paper, Abstract expressionism surrealism, Vibrant celestial staircase, glowing doorway, silhouetted figure ascending, dreamlike sky, surreal atmosphere, abstract expressionism, maximum surrealism, pop art, vibrant colors, celestial bodies, side view, ethereal lighting, intricate details, fantasy elements, mysterious ambiance, digital art, high resolution, magical, amazingly powerful, a very powerful piece, Inspired by the style illustrations of Picasso, Tomasz Setowski. As if created in the patchwork style of Masamune Shirow, Catrin Welz-Stein, Satoshi Kon and Van Gogh, Mamoru Nagano
Prompt: surreal oils. These are my feet These are my hands These are my children This is my demand Bring down the angels Cast them from my sight I never want to see A million suns at midnight impasto watercolors
Prompt: Once, in a world not so different from our own, unsettling signs began to emerge. The air grew thick with an unusual stillness, and the skies transformed into ominous shades of gray. Whispers of an impending apocalypse curled through cities like smoke, sparking a mixture of dread and curiosity among the inhabitants.
People noticed strange phenomena: rivers flowed backward, animals behaved erratically, and the sun seemed to set far too quickly. In small towns, the local news reported a peculiar increase in shadows that moved independently, defying the light they emerged from. In bustling metropolises, citizens awoke to find their beloved landmarks shrouded in an eerie haze, giving a sense that the world had shifted into an uncanny parallel.
As the signs mounted, communities began to gather, sharing stories of uncanny dreams and haunting visions that hinted at the end. Some spoke of a figure—cloaked and faceless—appearing in their dreams, a harbinger of doom whose words echoed in their minds and hearts.
Amid the chaos, a group of unlikely heroes emerged: a disillusioned scientist, a fearless journalist, and a wise older woman connected to ancient prophecies. Together, they embarked on a quest to uncover the truth behind the signs, determined to face the darkness ahead.
As they traveled through desolate landscapes and encountered bizarre creatures, they discovered that the signs were not mere warnings. They were invitations to awaken humanity’s forgotten strength, urging people to unite and confront their fears before it was too late.
Their journey revealed that hope could rise even in the bleakest of times and that, sometimes, the end of the world was merely a new beginning. As the sky cracked open and the whispers of the apocalypse crescendoed, would they rise to the challenge? Only time will tell…
Prompt: A beautiful muscular Superman in a tight-fitting suit flies with outstretched hand facing the viewer. It flies in the center, on both sides of the skyscrapers. in the style of Karl Bryulov. Waterfall and colorful flowers in the background.Perfect hands
Prompt: A regal, highly detailed portrait of Margarita Laux-Antille, the distinguished Rector of Aretuza. She is a striking woman in her forties, exuding an air of wisdom and authority. Her chestnut brown hair is elegantly arranged in an elaborate braided updo, streaked with silver that only adds to her noble presence. Her emerald-green eyes, sharp and discerning, seem to see through any deception, revealing the intellect of a woman who has dedicated her life to magic and governance.
Aretuza stands in ruins after the chaos of war and betrayal. The once-grand halls are cracked and scorched, its magical defenses barely holding. At the heart of it all, Margarita Laux-Antille walks through the broken corridors, her emerald robes flowing behind her, determination set in her features. The surviving students watch in silence as she steps onto a crumbling balcony, overlooking the academy she has spent her life protecting. Slowly, she lifts her hands, and golden energy swirls outward—walls repair themselves, shattered glass reforms into towering stained-glass windows, and the air hums with renewed life. ‘Aretuza will not fall,’ she declares, her voice both gentle and unyielding. Behind her, the young sorceresses stand taller, hope rekindled in their eyes. This is not just a place of magic; it is a sanctuary, and under Margarita’s leadership, it will rise once more.
Prompt: Dear AI friend,
Please create and generate a stunning artwork of Jesus Christ appearing before his followers from Heaven. I have provided the base image and added modifiers.
Thank you.
Prompt: Imagine a heart of unparalleled beauty, carved from the finest green jade. The color is not just a single shade, but rather a symphony of emerald, olive and jade green that flow seamlessly into each other, creating a depth and richness that captivates the eye.
The surface of the heart is smooth and polished, but not perfect.
Little bumps and imperfections catch the light and give it a vibrant glow, as if the heart itself were pulsating with life. This glow is enhanced by gold accents that frame the heart and elegantly wrap around its contours.
But the most remarkable thing about this heart is not its beauty in itself, but the aura that surrounds it.
Imagine an aura so magnificent that it overshadows everything else in the room. Radiating with a power that is both gentle and irresistible, it fills you with a sense of peace and tranquility.
This aura is not static, but constantly changing and transforming. It dances and sparkles like stars in a galaxy,
and it gives you a sense of infinity and mystery. You feel that you are standing on the threshold of something big, something incomprehensible, and you cannot help but feel drawn into the luminous embrace of the heart.
This green jade heart is more than just a beautiful object. It is a symbol of hope, love and compassion. It is a reminder that
that there is beauty and power in the world and that we all have the potential to shine with the same brightness.
Prompt: A man walking alone in a narrow, dark tunnel with mist and shadows. At the end of the tunnel, a strong bright light shines in, symbolizing hope. Along the tunnel walls, visible thoughts appear as glowing words or graffiti: “It’s impossible”, “You’re not good enough”, “Give up”. The man looks small but determined, moving forward toward the light. ...with clearly readable graffiti text on the tunnel walls: “It’s impossible”, “You’re not good enough”, “Give up” — written in large, legible, glowing letters
The scene is emotional, dramatic, and symbolic.
Prompt: Journey Through the Veil: A dark forest with a winding path, where each tree represents different substances, identifiable by small, glowing icons (e.g., a pill or leaf shape) within the bark. Along the path, a guiding light or symbol of recovery illuminates the way forward, representing hope and the path to resilience.
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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