Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: Scents from the Wardrobe.
Techniques: Girl’s face and hands — Impasto; background, wall and wardrobe textures — Mixing Palette Knife.
In a room with walls washed out by time, under grayish light slipping through the only window, a young woman stands before an open wardrobe. It isn’t full — just two dresses hang inside, a few books, an old notebook, and a box covered with yellowed stamps. There’s no glamour, but the whole scene smells of the past. Her hands, painted in Impasto strokes, gently hold one of the dresses. Her fingers touch the fabric as if touching a memory. On her face — a frozen moment between a smile and sorrow, as if that dress still holds a piece of her yesterday self. In the background, with Mixing Palette Knife technique, the smeared textures of the wall hide shadows — not of light, but of time. The wall is full of invisible conversations and unspoken letters. On the floor, the lid of the box lies open, revealing an old vinyl record and a pressed lavender flower. The whole frame flickers like a memory that decided to return. And the girl, motionless, looks at it all as if trying to remember who she was before the world began stitching her dreams.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: Scents from the Wardrobe.
Techniques: Girl’s face and hands — Impasto; background, wall and wardrobe textures — Mixing Palette Knife.
In a room with walls washed out by time, under grayish light slipping through the only window, a young woman stands before an open wardrobe. It isn’t full — just two dresses hang inside, a few books, an old notebook, and a box covered with yellowed stamps. There’s no glamour, but the whole scene smells of the past. Her hands, painted in Impasto strokes, gently hold one of the dresses. Her fingers touch the fabric as if touching a memory. On her face — a frozen moment between a smile and sorrow, as if that dress still holds a piece of her yesterday self. In the background, with Mixing Palette Knife technique, the smeared textures of the wall hide shadows — not of light, but of time. The wall is full of invisible conversations and unspoken letters. On the floor, the lid of the box lies open, revealing an old vinyl record and a pressed lavender flower. The whole frame flickers like a memory that decided to return. And the girl, motionless, looks at it all as if trying to remember who she was before the world began stitching her dreams.
Prompt: One day, she stumbled on an app called Sparkle. It wasn’t flashy. No tracking, no ads. It claimed to offer “a little joy, right when you need it”—just a soft chime and a feel-good quote, a compliment, or a memory from your own photo gallery. It didn’t do much, and that’s what people loved.
Prompt: One day, she stumbled on an app called Sparkle. It wasn’t flashy. No tracking, no ads. It claimed to offer “a little joy, right when you need it”—just a soft chime and a feel-good quote, a compliment, or a memory from your own photo gallery. It didn’t do much, and that’s what people loved.
Prompt: an old man with dementia is searching in his mind. in a field full of memories he sees images of childhood, parenting, marriage and adulthood all are seen in vast field of memeories. He sees these memeories as actual images and we the viewer see the images he sees to0. .
Prompt: an old man with dementia is searching in his mind. in a field full of memories he sees images of childhood, parenting, marriage and adulthood all are seen in vast field of memeories. He sees these memeories as actual images and we the viewer see the images he sees to0. .
Prompt: an old man with dementia is searching in his mind. in a field full of memories he sees images of childhood, parenting, marriage and adulthood all are seen in vast field of memeories. He sees these memeories as actual images and we the viewer see the images he sees to0. .
Prompt: A very elderly woman with a cane is looking into a mirror. The elderly woman is overweight and wearing an effortless dress. She is wearing a sweater over her effortless dress. Her gray hair is up in a lovely bun. The mirror is full-length. The reflection of the elderly lady was a reflection of her when she was very young, wearing a dress of the times. Perhaps, in 1944. The elderly lady can not stop looking at her youthful self in the mirror. She is in her bedroom filled with family-framed pictures. Her bedroom has delightful colors, and her bed has a comfortable quilt. She has a comfy chair and furniture.
Prompt: The Woman in Two Worlds: A regal self-portrait of a woman in her sixties, standing with quiet strength. However, within the folds of her gown, faint brushstrokes reveal the outline of her youthful form, as if the past still lingers just beneath the surface.
Primary Artist: Artemisia Gentileschi
Enhancement Artist: Gustav Klimt
Emotional Impact: Poetic and profound.
Additional Elements: Golden patterns interwoven into the fabric, representing memories woven into time.
Prompt: The grandfather in the institution happily recounts memories of his youth in the Paris streets - wild enough that even his listener - an metal and hollow humanoid robot (Nurse version 2.00f0) blushes with embarrassment in face, her face contrasting with the colorful background of distant blurred blooming flower beds beyond the open window. (The grandfather) photorealistic beautiful oldness, (Nurse) hyperrealistic with highest definition & quality; Bright, no frame, insanely intricate technical details, close-up of both them, ethereal outdoor ((technically better called outwindow)) sub-environment is illuminated by sunlight that changes color of the window glass.
Prompt: A surreal and anatomical concept artwork showing the interior of a human brain as seen through the ear of a man. The scene unfolds like a dreamscape: stepping through the ear canal reveals a vast, cavernous interior filled with glowing neural pathways, memory fragments floating like holograms, and synapses firing like stars. The man remains expressionless from the outside, but inside, a storm of thoughts, dreams, and memories whirl in a mesmerizing dance of light and structure. Inspired by the surrealism of René Magritte, the anatomical precision of Leonardo da Vinci, and the cyber-organic aesthetic of H.R. Giger. The color palette blends cold blues, soft pinks, and vibrant electric purples, creating a dreamlike yet scientific atmosphere, as if entering the consciousness itself
Prompt: Eyes That Remember: A luminous self-portrait of a woman in her seventies, rendered in rich detail. But in the depth of her eyes, a younger version of herself remains, untouched by time, her spirit shining through.
Primary Artist: Artemisia Gentileschi
Enhancement Artist: Gustav Klimt
Emotional Impact: Poignant and full of wisdom.
Additional Elements: Soft golden dust floating through the background, like remnants of memories.
Prompt: If only I could tell you all the secrets in my heart, Begin with memories kept before I show you all my scars, I’d answer many questions long before you even asked, And open myself like a book for all your doubts to pass. We’d turn the pages gently, careful not to let them tear, And find our story written even though it wasn’t there. We’d weave a magic carpet of the stories that we’ve heard, I’d illustrate the pictures and let you fill in the words. If only I could teach you how to read between the lines, That you already have a place in this cold heart of mine, The stars may gaze upon the rocks and think them dry and dead, But they could never see the rocks are suffering instead. Take up that magic carpet and become my wayward rogue, Then you will be my fortress and I’ll stand beside your throne. Our symbiotic resonance, a perfect masterpiece, With God our architect I’d build an empire for my Queen. If only I could ask you to look far beyond my flaws, A perfect soul inside my flesh where nature wrote its laws. Release me from these earthly bonds, unleash my inner child, Once locked up tight to keep him from the dangers of the wild. Oh please don’t be that brilliant light that haunts me while I sleep, The hint of dreams and paradise that I could never keep. Then take my hand into your own, ignite my fascination, Your words will make the shadows dance to my imagination. If only I could show you I am much more than I seem, To turn from all the nightmares and become your sweetest dream But blood runs deep in current streams and now my hands are stained I am the curse in fairytales that ends in endless pain And if I could, I would, I’d change, to be the best I’d be But no amount of light can wash the shadows out of me ‘Cause I’m afraid that if I open up you’d pull away And drown the pages of my soul in flames to ease your pain If only I could love you without breaking all you are I’ve heard my hands would burn if I attempt to grab a star. I
Prompt: A serene woman with flowing hair adorned with flowers elegantly writes her memories on paper, creating a dreamy atmosphere. The lights in the room are dimmed. There is romance and dreaminess on her face.
Prompt: Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.
Prompt: Oh Angie, don't you weep,
all your kisses still taste sweet
I hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie , Angie
ain't it time we said goodbye?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, I still love you, baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby , dry your eyes
But Angie , Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
Angie, Angie,
they can't say we never tried
Prompt: Angie, Angie,
when will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
But Angie, Angie
you can't say we never tried Angie you're beautifull,
but ain't it time we said goodbye?
Angie, I still love you,
remember all those nights we cried?
All the dreams we held so close
seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear:
Angie, Angie ,
where will it lead us from here?
Prompt: *Vibrant watercolour washes and soft gradients combined with line art with delicate ink outlines.
*A serene, melancholic room painted in soft pastels and vibrant hues. The cracked window lets in a stream of warm, golden light. On the old wooden table sits an open antique box, from which a misty glow emanates, carrying fragments of memories: photographs, torn letters with faded ink, and soft feather. Each object is outlined with precise, flowing lines, accentuated by washes of aquamarine, rose, and amber tones. The walls are worn and cracked, with peeling paint revealing layers of time. The shattered clock on the floor reflects subtle iridescent colours, symbolising the passage of time. The empty picture frame on the wall is defined by bold lines, reflecting the void.
*The atmosphere is melancholic, evoking a deep sense of loneliness and longing.
Reunited in Heaven - Someday we'll all see each other again... #CATURDAY
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1016 X 1016
(1.03 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: An Old Majestic Grey-Brown Tabby European Shorthair Tomcat and a Furry White Swiss Shepherd Dog, walking on the clouds of Heaven, sunshine, in background a tender rainbow
Prompt: A massive tree stands alone in a vast field, its roots twisting into the earth like veins. Its leaves are translucent and shimmer in shades of gold, silver, and green, each leaf holding a faintly glowing image of a memory: a child playing, lovers embracing, and an elder reading. Beneath the tree, the ground is covered in soft, radiant moss. A figure sits at the base, reaching for a glowing leaf that descends gently, its light illuminating their face with a nostalgic expression. In the distance, the horizon glows faintly with the soft light of dawn.
What did I see? Can I believe? That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy?
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: I left alone, my mind was blank,
I needed time to think,
To get the memories from my mind,
What did I see? Can I believe?
That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy?
Prompt: Whispers of lost souls, a time cyclone of colour and memories, spectral silhouettes, spirits of melancholy, rich hues, haunting beauty, surreal ambiance, emotive brushwork, Alberto Vargas inspired, vintage artistic flair, dreamy essence, enigmatic illumination, Artstation.
Prompt: A poignant, nostalgic scene where an old person sits alone in a dimly lit room, surrounded by neatly organized pictures and other mementos collected over a lifetime. A single tear falls down their cheek. The focus is on the emotions and atmosphere, rather than specific objects or characters.
warm muted tones
evokes emotions of heart-wrenching, longing, bittersweet, loss,
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.
