Prompt: Sad elderly woman looking into an antique mirror. She has long, wavy, white hair and opaque blue eyes. The image in the mirror is of a happy, young and beautiful woman, with long black hair and bright blue eyes. They are wearing the same gold medallion around their necks.
Prompt: she walks alone, heading to the gothic town, road is long, short black skirt, fishnet lacy leggings, time is dusk, sky is cloudy, and light rain falls
A Journey Through Memories: Navigating the Path of
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Prompt: Once filled with excitement and hope, the days now echo with memories. The beautiful moments spent with my ex-lover have become a part of the past, swept away by the passage of time. With separation, a profound emptiness has taken root in my heart; however, this void seems to extend an invitation to my own journey of internal discovery and growth. I recall the streets we walked on rainy days; now, I wander those streets alone. The stars that once shimmered in the sky of love now seem veiled by the gray clouds of separation. Yet, perhaps, this departure signifies a new beginning for each of us. As time progresses, revealing the unknowns of this emotional journey, the memories shared with my former lover will leave lasting imprints within me for a lifetime.
Prompt: Dejected lonely man in a sexless marriage, with a jealous yet frigid wife, she only puts out on speed and he wants her younger sister now. Close up portrait of his tortured face. Detailed MAD magazine style cartoon.
Prompt: A lonely Christmas dinner
Prompt: In the dining room at home, there is a Christmas tree with lights in the corner. In the middle of the room, there is a dining table with five sets of cutlery and glass goblets and five chairs. A plate of roast turkey and several plates of dishes and fruits are placed on the dining table. Only one old gentleman is sitting at the dining table. He is lowering his head and eating the food from his plate using a knife and fork forlornly. The other four chairs and four plates are empty.
Prompt: Surrealism illustration of haunting loneliness, mint by Tibor Nagy, by Mab Graves evocative, dark vibes, colorful pastel lighting, high contrast, 8k, depth of field , old vintage camera -
Prompt: Shadowy medieval town, rogue ratfolk skaven lurks in a dark alley,waiting to strike.Ratman,crouching,tense low stance.Long slender snout,big pointed rat ears are alert.Murky amber eyes gleam with a cunning glint,filled with anticipation.Wearing tattered assassin robes,slim,decrepit figure hidden within the deep shadows.Cloak flows dramatically around him,trailing like wisps of smoke in the damp,rainy night.His dark brown and black clothing,ragged and worn,clings to his wiry frame,drenched by the incessant rain.His long,sinewy tail coils and uncoils restlessly behind him,adding to his menacing presence.Rain pours down,forming puddles on the cobblestone street,reflecting the dim,flickering lanterns that barely penetrate the darkness.The faint light catches the sharpened edge of his dagger,casting eerie glints that dance in the gloom.The rogue gnaws on a piece of dried meat,biting down with his many sharp teeth,the movement barely perceptible beneath the shadow of his hood.Soft fog swirls around his form,merging with the dark,mystical atmosphere of the medieval town.The air is thick with decay and dark magic,inspired by Sean Aaberg's punk aesthetic.This dark fantasy world is a blend of grim landscapes and vibrant,exaggerated dim-colored art.Bold ink lines against the watercolor wash of the aged paper,capturing the unique,immersive vibe of this realm where decay and mysticism intertwine.Vivid portrayal of a skaven rogue,poised and ready to strike from the shadows.low-key,dark
Prompt: An abstract art painting communicating sadness, depression, heartbreak, the feeling of being lost and lonely and unloved, no framing, no borders of any kind, no bodies of water, no text anywhere in the image, no signature, no watermark,
Prompt: No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands for lorn, a symbol of the dawn
But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down
No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
As music played the faster did we dance
We felt it both at once, the start of our romance
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.
