Prompt: In the heart of a mist-covered forest, a lone traveler stands at the edge of a tranquil lake, his figure silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Clad in tattered robes adorned with symbols of forgotten magic, he gazes with quiet reverence at the shimmering waters below. In his weathered hands, he holds a staff carved from the ancient wood of the forest, its intricate designs pulsing with otherworldly energy. Around him, wisps of mystical fog dance, weaving tales of forgotten lore and untold adventures. As the night unfolds, the traveler becomes a beacon of mystery and wonder, a solitary figure etched into the fabric of a world where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur into one
Prompt: The key place in the composition of the sash belongs to the image of a man-tree. On his head lies a tabletop and a bagpipe, around which demons lead sinners. Some researchers tend to see in this character a self-portrait of the master himself.
Prompt: Brunet nervously and sharply took out a bag from his pocket. Nervously clutching it in his hand, he began waving it around. Seeing the new object, I decided to make conversation with interest. - Good morning," I said, referring to the bag
Prompt: Supple Highly detailed Portrait Albert Einstein wearing a white t-shirt and black leather pants. His hair is wild. In the background, a blackboard filled with complex formulas serves VFX, with 8K and 4K details adding depth and realism. Wojtek Fus, 8K portrait rendering
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: After a playful proposal from school bullies to decapitate the Springfield statue of Jebediah, Bart seriously decided to commit an act of vandalism in order to raise his authority. The very next day, Bart becomes convinced of the stupidity of his action, especially when he finds out whose head it is. Worried about his behavior, Bart reveals the secret to his parents, and Homer promises to protect him from the angry residents. Fortunately, the townspeople responded to Bart's request and listened to the story of his action. At the end of the story, their anger subsided, Bart received forgiveness, and the head of the statue returned to its original place.
Prompt: I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Prompt: Craft captivating portraits with the Nikon D850, capturing the essence of poverty and wisdom in a single frame. A destitute youth gazes into the mirror, while the aged figure of a man, with his white hair and beard, peers out from within. Drawing inspiration from the timeless artistry of John William Waterhouse, infuse your images with immersive volumetric lighting and subtle ambiance, enveloping each scene in a unique atmosphere. Channeling the style of Devon Rodriguez, imbue your portraits with an anthropomorphic, neon vibrancy, evoking a sense of life amidst adversity. Elevate your artistry with the high-octane renderer, ensuring unparalleled visual fidelity and detail in every shot.
Prompt: Lonely wheel chair with oxidated wheels and a broken seat of which massive quantity of whitebutterflies fly out,standing in a bright village street in a small village in the mountains with a lcute art nouveau café, couple seated in front - style of German expressionist
Prompt: A pencil sketch of a long haired man wearing hat.He is having cigar in his mouth and smoke is coming out of it.with the light shining on his face from one side.he have his shadow in his side. There is an oil lamp hanging on the wall lighten up in the back ground.
Prompt: Imagine what futuristic hip-hop and rap music artist "Kid Ayatollah" look like. Imagine a progressive and futuristic hip-hop star. Stylish and sleek. Sci-fi influence. Artificial intelligence influence. Child star.
Prompt: Inside the most beautiful people are often hidden deep depression and eyes full of sadness. Charcoal portrait of a man in hip hop style clothes with short hair falling over his shoulders and chest, by Michelangelo. Realistic, ultra-detailed, watercolour blue eyes. Sorrow, sadness in his look.
Prompt: A hauntingly beautiful conceptual painting that captures a moment of introspection. The focus is on a volumetric silhouette of a beautiful man's head, seemingly made of concrete, mounted on a wall. This creates a dark shadow that contrasts with the dimly lit background. Architectural elements merge seamlessly with the painting, adding depth and dimension to the scene. A hand, covered in grey concrete, extends from a monitor and gently rests on the lip of a woman's statue, urging the viewer to remain quiet. The painting masterfully combines architectural elements, conceptual art, and traditional painting techniques to create a striking visual narrative that challenges the viewer's perception. The texture of the concrete and the contrasting shadows on the wall add depth to the scene, while the contemplative expression on the statue's face invites introspection and contemplation from the viewer. The, dark fantasy, conceptual art, painting, architecture, illustration
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.
