Prompt: Fallen angel ripped and bruised
Think on better days
Life is rude, treats you bad
Tears your wings away
Raise your eyes to star and sky
Believe in fly always
Take your dreams, your broken schemes
And sweep the past away
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets
Fly lonely angel
Far away from mad desire
Hollywood ain't paved with gold
It's just a trick of light
Sunset falls on stars of old
And blinds you with its light
A spiders web of tangled lives
Lays stretched across the hills
From distances it's glistening
Like El Dorado's halls
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Far away from mad desire
The dream was light
And fragrant nights
But how were you to know
The streets are hard
They're mean and scared
Where only fools find gold
Fly lonely angel
High above these streets of fire
Fly lonely angel
Far away from mad desire
Fly lonely angel
Spread your wings another way
Fly lonely angel
Find a better way
A better day
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: The sound, growing dumb, floats into the silence
, Through the flaws of the crumbled night,
Opening a familiar route
Into the impenetrable darkness of loneliness.
Ice grows mercilessly
On the shimmering surface of thawed patches,
And silence intimately clings
To the sweetish air of bedrooms.
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: cinematic wide shot, a man stands alone on a pristine, empty street in a breathtakingly beautiful futuristic utopia. The architecture is perfect, clean, and bathed in golden hour light. Lush greenery and advanced technology blend seamlessly. In the distance, small groups of happy, laughing people interact, but they are slightly blurred and out of focus. The man is in sharp focus, looking directly at the viewer with an expression of profound loneliness and existential confusion. He is clean and well-dressed, but he casts no reflection in the polished surfaces around him. A perfect world that has no record of him. Eerie serenity, hyper-realistic, high contrast, sense of being an invisible observer in paradise.
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 -
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.
