Prompt: The Giving Tree’s Final Gift: An old man sits on the stump of the giving tree, bathed in the soft light of a setting sun. Claude Monet’s palette reflects the warm hues of twilight, while Marc Chagall’s surreal touch makes the tree’s branches appear as memories floating through the air. Tove Jansson’s creatures—like birds perched on the stump—add a gentle, reflective charm. Place a small, stylized artist signature, EK, in the bottom right corner of the image. The signature should be subtle yet noticeable, using clean, sharp lines in a simple, modern font. The color of the signature should harmonize with the image, either in a neutral tone such as gray or a shade that complements the dominant colors of the artwork. The signature should not overpower the main composition but should be easily visible upon closer inspection.
Prompt: A beautiful young woman sits in front of us and flips through a huge album with photographs on the bed and next to her sits a fluffy guinea pig. Curious. Nostalgic. Funny. Night. Dragonflies. Magic lights. Watercolor and ink drawings. Mixed media. Golden contours. Star ceiling. Golden dust everywhere. Matte charcoal. Andy Kehoe and Katherine Welz-Stein" Copy, watercolor, trend on artstation, sharp focus, studio photo, intricate details, high detail, Greg Rutkowski.
Prompt: A vibrant scene of a picturesque canal in Amsterdam, featuring a row of traditional Dutch houses with unique gabled roofs, painted in various bright colors including pink, blue, green, and orange. The buildings are reflected in the calm water of the canal, surrounded by boats. The sky above is filled with scattered clouds, creating a charming atmosphere of a sunny day in a historic European city. The scene captures the essence of Amsterdam's architecture and waterways.
Prompt: Kairos' opponent
He stands on the edge of empty time,
An old man with eyes blind to hope.
With hair tangled, an eternal shadow,
Whose belated moments stitch.
His hands clenched in grief,
No longer grasp the chances long gone.
Each hour, like the wings of a dead bird,
Extinguished, though he once still believed in it.
Grey robes, of woven memories,
Wrapping him in the weight of a too-late choice.
He came too late to the gate of fate,
And the future has already departed in the glow of the day of leek.
Prompt: Words explode out of an old man's head who has Alzheimer's disease. Confusion bounds. . Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: A close-up of hands gently holding broken glass pieces, each piece reflecting a small image of hope—a sunrise, a blooming flower, a child's smile—set against a dark, empty background, the broken pieces symbolizing how hope remains even in fragments, intimate and tender mood, Photography, shot with a Nikon D850 and a 105mm macro lens, shallow depth of field, focusing on the glass pieces while the background is blurred into darkness,
Prompt: On a cloudy night, a vampire reflects on his lost love, enveloped in memories of elegance and intimacy. The scene is rich with cinematic lighting, highlighting the depth of his emotions and longing.
Prompt: Retrospection of memories, everyone has it,
Some warm, others we'd like to lose.
Conscience, like lightning, which illuminates them,
Slides of life on the canvas of the soul drawn.
Most of them are already fog, but still alive,
A slide captured in space-time.
Only feelings remain, like old black and white clichés,
Through the memory projector played over and over again.
And among them that love, long lost,
Like the warmth of hands, which is long gone.
The longing in the heart, which will never be extinguished,
Because the echo of memories still carries it in a whisper.
Prompt: Watercolor (improve the image to the level of a masterpiece) (out of frame,-1) (multiple features, -1) (multiple frame,-1) (textural quality resembling a print with visible paper texture, adding depth, very lightly and finely hatched sketch in gouache and alcohol ink with tin and gold metallic highlights, in Kusama-Matisse-Hockney-inspired style), Simon-Stålenhag-and-Beeple-inspired, ArtStation, high resolution.
Prompt: Photo Mage, searching for non-obvious connections Happiness is realized only after it has already happened,
happiness is always in the past. Happiness can only be remembered! IN the style of Dan Quintana
Prompt: In the alleyways of forgotten dreams,
Where colors bleed and shadows scream,
A lone figure walks the broken path,
Tracing the steps of an ancient wrath.
Walls of crimson, walls of gold,
Stories untold in the cracks and the mold,
Each step echoes like a distant cry,
From the depths of time, where the memories lie.
The light bends and breaks, a fractured beam,
Illuminating the silent scream,
Of the city’s soul, lost and found,
In the labyrinth of streets where the ghosts abound.
Trees reach out with fingers of flame,
Whispering secrets, whispering names,
Of those who walked this path before,
In a world that exists no more.
And the figure, a shadow in the light,
Moves through the day, into the night,
Searching for something, or someone lost,
In the maze of dreams, where the lines are crossed.
For in this place, nothing is real,
Just echoes of what we used to feel,
A dream within a dream, we tread,
In the city of the living dead.
Prompt: In the alleyways of forgotten dreams,
Where colors bleed and shadows scream,
A lone figure walks the broken path,
Tracing the steps of an ancient wrath.
Walls of crimson, walls of gold,
Stories untold in the cracks and the mold,
Each step echoes like a distant cry,
From the depths of time, where the memories lie.
The light bends and breaks, a fractured beam,
Illuminating the silent scream,
Of the city’s soul, lost and found,
In the labyrinth of streets where the ghosts abound.
Trees reach out with fingers of flame,
Whispering secrets, whispering names,
Of those who walked this path before,
In a world that exists no more.
And the figure, a shadow in the light,
Moves through the day, into the night,
Searching for something, or someone lost,
In the maze of dreams, where the lines are crossed.
For in this place, nothing is real,
Just echoes of what we used to feel,
A dream within a dream, we tread,
In the city of the living dead.
Prompt: Photo Mage, searching for non-obvious connections Happiness is realized only after it has already happened,
happiness is always in the past. Happiness can only be remembered! IN the style of Dan Quintana
Prompt: Tears glistening on cheeks, eyes filled with sorrow, hands reaching out in longing, shadows of memories haunting, a solitary figure in a desolate landscape, soft pastel color palette, emotional depth, expressive brush strokes, evocative and poignant, capturing the essence of loss and longing, melancholic atmosphere, by Frida Kahlo, Artstation.
Prompt: Eyes piercing with vengeance, tall and rugged man, medium-length dark hair, broad shoulders, deep gray eyes revealing grief, anger, and pain. Simple attire, early forties, solitary figure in an empty, dark room. Shadows engulfing, distant flickering fire casting dim light through a window. Background akin to a wall of memories, showcasing his lost loves. Emotive expressions, manly aura, ice-gray eyes reflecting turmoil. Visualize his past within the walls, a blend of memories and pain, a narrative of vengeance and sorrow.
Prompt: I am writing a story. Everything the main character loves is taken away from him. Strong themes of vengeance and anger, the main character is a man. Handsome, tall, broad shoulders. He has dark hair that is medium in length. Wears simple garb. Deep gray eyes, that can see into one's soul. Eyes of ice gray. Expression on his face is pain anger and grief. He stands alone in an empty room, a dark room. Darkness washes over everything from the shadows, and a singe fire in the distance illuminates the window. He looks to be in his early forties. He has a very rugged, almost frightening look about him, in a manly sort of way.
Make the background be reminiscent of his past, like a wall of his thoughts. Memories and pain.
Prompt: I am writing a story. Everything the main character loves is taken away from him. Strong themes of vengeance and anger, the main character is a man. Handsome, tall, broad shoulders. He has dark hair that is medium in length. Wears simple garb. Deep gray eyes, that can see into one's soul. Eyes of ice gray. Expression on his face is pain anger and grief. He stands alone in an empty room, a dark room. Darkness washes over everything from the shadows, and a singe fire in the distance illuminates the window. He looks to be in his early forties. He has a very rugged, almost frightening look about him, in a manly sort of way.
Make the background be reminiscent of his past, like a wall of his thoughts. Memories and pain.
Prompt: A serene forest scene with a dual cascade waterfall in the background. The waterfalls are medium-sized with milky, silky smooth water effect, suggesting a slow shutter speed in photography. Verdant, moss-covered rocks and fallen tree trunks occupy the foreground, leading the viewer's eye towards the waterfalls. The forest is dense with a variety of trees, including tall tree ferns displaying lush green fronds that frame the image on the left side. The color palette is primarily shades of green with the earthy browns of the tree trunks and the white of the waterfall. The light is soft and diffused, typical of a cloudy or misty day, providing a uniformly lit scene without harsh shadows. The setting suggests a temperate rainforest atmosphere, peaceful and undisturbed, with the sound of cascading water the only interruption.
Prompt: Red-haired Melancholy
In her hair autumn hid,
Red in color, like the west of the day,
And my heart trembles, for in her gaze
Lost my soul has.
Her shadow flits among the memories,
Silent as the wind in the golden leaves of the trees,
And though I call out to her in a hushed whisper,
The answer carries a hollow chant.
Q
Prompt: Red-haired Melancholy
In her hair autumn hid,
Red in color, like the west of the day,
And my heart trembles, for in her gaze
Lost my soul has.
Her shadow flits among the memories,
Silent as the wind in the golden leaves of the trees,
And though I call out to her in a hushed whisper,
The answer carries a hollow chant.
Q
Prompt: Red-haired Melancholy
In her hair autumn hid,
Red in color, like the west of the day,
And my heart trembles, for in her gaze
Lost my soul has.
Her shadow flits among the memories,
Silent as the wind in the golden leaves of the trees,
And though I call out to her in a hushed whisper,
The answer carries a hollow chant.
Q
Prompt: Echoes of the Subconscious: A dreamscape by Salvador Dalí depicting a vast, empty beach with echoes of past memories floating in the sky. These echoes take the form of distorted faces, disjointed body parts, and surreal objects like a giant, cracked egg. René Magritte’s style is evident in the realistic rendering of these objects in an otherwise impossible setting, challenging perceptions and evoking curiosity about the subconscious mind.
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.
