Prompt: In an abandoned castle, where the walls whisper with lost memories and the wind sings through the corridors like an old ballad, the Melodies of Forgotten Times resound. This enchanting music, shrouded in mist of mystery and nostalgia, is played by a mysterious musician whose identity has been lost in time.
The Melodies of Forgotten Times are like an echo from a distant past, a memory of long gone days and lost loves. They fill the air with their enchanting sounds, attracting travelers from far and wide, like moths to light.
Adventurers who hear the melodies are taken on a journey through history, back to a time when the world was young and the future unknown. They are enchanted by the beauty of music and the power of memories, and let themselves be carried away on the waves of the Melodies of Forgotten Times.
The image shows a glimpse of the abandoned castle, shrouded in mist and surrounded by an aura of mystery. The sounds of the Melodies of Forgotten Times float through the air, a reminder of the transience of time and the power of music to uplift the soul.
Prompt: Vintage style illustration. The old, friendly skeleton knight Sir Jupp, in a rusty chain mail shirt with a sword in his right hand, stands majestically in the middle of a dimly lit antique shop, enveloped in a nostalgic atmosphere of warm brown, gold and amber tones. He is in the company of DEATH, the Grim Reaper in a black hooded robe, who is holding a furry red tabby main coon cat in his arms. Its centerpiece is an orange vintage leather suitcase that appears to be full of age and history. Behind him stretches a wooden shelf full of old books, whose pages seem to whisper the stories of bygone times. In between there are candles whose flickering permeates the atmosphere with a mysterious aura. There sits a skull, a guardian of forgotten legends, flanked by a number of ancient curiosities that attract curious glances. To his left stands a magnificent desk, its ornate stained-glass lampshade casting soft light into the room, and on top of which are stacks of leather suitcases that once accompanied journeys to distant lands. To the right rises a shelf of antique clocks, whose ticking seems to mock time itself. There is a globe whose surface is marked by past discoveries, and soft teddy bears stare with wide eyes into the endless expanse of the shop. The play of light and shadow gives the scene a magical aura that inevitably draws attention to the Grim Reaper. Amid the chaos of past treasures and mysterious relics it stands, a fascinating contrast to the world around it, its dark nature surrounded by the warmth and splendor of the past that this place embodies. It is a scene of timeless appeal, a fusion of past and present that captivates the viewer.
Eternal Dreamscapes: Navigating Reality and Fantasy
Model:
DreamForge
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1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: The phenomenon of dreams that seem to last weeks from my perception have returned. It is hard to feel rested when you wake after having been gone for a long time. It takes me a little while to resync with what is reality. What was a dream and what are real memories. I get to go on these interesting and surreal journeys to places that have never existed. When I awake after a long journey, I can be disoriented and not sure where I am. The mood of that journey can have reaching effects into my day. If it is traumatic, my day can be disrupted by the very real trauma endured by the mind.
Prompt: The phenomenon of dreams that seem to last weeks from my perception have returned. It is hard to feel rested when you wake after having been gone for a long time. It takes me a little while to resync with what is reality. What was a dream and what are real memories. I get to go on these interesting and surreal journeys to places that have never existed. When I awake after a long journey, I can be disoriented and not sure where I am. The mood of that journey can have reaching effects into my day. If it is traumatic, my day can be disrupted by the very real trauma endured by the mind.
Prompt: The phenomenon of dreams that seem to last weeks from my perception have returned. It is hard to feel rested when you wake after having been gone for a long time. It takes me a little while to resync with what is reality. What was a dream and what are real memories. I get to go on these interesting and surreal journeys to places that have never existed. When I awake after a long journey, I can be disoriented and not sure where I am. The mood of that journey can have reaching effects into my day. If it is traumatic, my day can be disrupted by the very real trauma endured by the mind.
Prompt: I am sick of childhood and memories
And of fresh April twilights :: iconic illustration by Rudolf Wacker, by Bernie Wrightson, by Kandinsky :: Chinese silk thread, delicate details, pale and clean background color, high detail, realism, depth of field, traditional drawing, realism, ink and pastels drawing ::
Prompt: Magic realism; A gentleman with European features, wavy black hair and a well-groomed black beard hums a tune. He is leaning against the table in his home with a glass of whiskey, an old record player playing his favorite song next to him. His home has a biophilic design.
Prompt: Magic realism; A gentleman with European features, wavy black hair and a well-groomed black beard hums a tune. He is leaning against the table in his home with a glass of whiskey, an old record player playing his favorite song next to him. His home has a biophilic design.
Prompt: the language of the feelings.....Create a textured oil or acrylic painting in the impasto style by Leonid Afremov… Emotions of reflection, inner contemplation and immersion in memories. Impasto style, the basis of the painting is made in relief, large, thick strokes with a palette knife and a thin brush, the face is carefully worked out, a combination of cold, icy and warm, fiery colors with transitions, with small fiery strokes like sparks. The background is dominated by dark, cold and slightly warm shades. Dramatic lighting. Bright colors and deep tonal contrast. Art on canvas by Romain Brook, Leonid Afremov. Winner of the CG Society competition, computer art, detailed painting, artwork, poster art. 8K resolution.
Prompt: Intriguingly distorted figures contort in an ethereal watercolor painting, where memories intertwine and shift like wisps of smoke. The main subject is an enigmatic figure reaching out towards a spectral reflection of themselves. The painting, with its delicate brush strokes and dreamlike colors, captures the essence of a hauntingly beautiful illusion. Eerily captivating and eerily mesmerizing, it beckons viewers to delve into the depths of their own subconscious.
Prompt: Series in 5 panels:
Panel 1:
Image: A phone with Facebook open. A message from "Narakul" lights up on the screen.
Text: "Narakul came to me on Facebook."
Panel 2:
Image: A close-up of the message from Narakul. It says: "I miss you dearly."
Text: The heart is pounding in the chest. A mixture of joy and sorrow flows through the body.
Panel 3:
Image: A flashback to a warm memory with Narakul. They laugh and hug each other.
Text: The thoughts fly back to the good times. The loss increases, but also brings a smile to the face.
Panel 4:
Image: The person writes a reply to Narakul. Fingers fly over the keyboard.
Text: The words flow out. They will tell Narakul,
how much they also miss them.
Panel 5:
Image: The phone vibrates. A new message from Narakul appears.
Text: Hope sprouts. Maybe this is the beginning of reconnecting.
Prompt: I wish that heaven had visiting hours
So, I could just show up and bring the news
That she's getting older, and I wish that you met her
The things that she'll learn from me
I got them all from you
Can I just stay a while, and we'll put all the world to rights?
The little ones will grow, and I'll still drink your favourite wine
And soon they're going to close, but I'll see you another day
So much has changed since you've been away
I wish that heaven had visiting hours
So, I could just swing by and ask your advice
What would you do in my situation
I haven't a clue how I'd even raise them
What would you do?
'Cause you always do what's right
Can we just talk a while until my worries disappear
I'd tell you that I'm scared of turning out a failure
You'd say, "Remember that the answer's in the love that we create"
So much has changed since you've been away
I wish that heaven had visiting hours
And I would ask them if I could take you home
But I know what they'd say, that it's for the best
So, I will live life the way you taught me
And make it on my own
And I will close the door, but I will open up my heart
And everyone I love will know exactly who you are
'Cause this is not goodbye, it is just 'til we meet again
So much has changed since you've been away
Prompt: loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing
That I know
And when it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And is the only thing
That I know, know
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya, mmm
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die, mmm
We keep this love in a photograph
We make these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts were never broken
And time's forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Wait for me to come home
Oh, you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well, that's okay, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone
Wait for me to come home
Unsettling Reflections: Time, Memories, Untold Stories
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
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Prompt: I doubt anyone would want this work hanging on the wall...This project is not for hanging on walls to please, but more to irritate and push out of our comfort zone reminding things what we don't want again.TIME, MEMORIES, UNTOLD STORIES project.
Inspired by an amazing album and just a horrible world. An Empty Bliss Beyond This World
Prompt: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yet I still see her, indescribable beauty that makes me weep, She is made of hyper detailed & varied textures, visualized sounds, bits of memories like dust particles in sunlight, visible for micro seconds, I want to collect them to piece together an image, scene or message, but they can’t be captured, they float in cosmic unison & disappear unaware of my presence, she is porcelain & rusted metal, peeling paint, smooth copper, the sound of a mountain creek, the dynamism of water in motion, like silk moire with sublime designs & iridescent reflections, shapeshifters that slip through my fingers if I dare grasp. she is fall colors, indigo blue, leaves imprinted with intricate veins, tiny masterpieces, part of a greater masterpiece that is now embers, charred edges that disintegrate upon touch, reminders of stories - not read, told, finished, or written, remnants of well-hidden, blood sweat & tears, forged by survival instincts, she is soft white fluffy beach sand that feels like heaven between my toes,, sandpaper, delicate flower petals, dandelions, driftwood, cracked leather, a scratched itch, the perfect bite, laughter, singing & wailing, she is a visibly retreating echo, so all that’s left is the reverberation of my voice, I hold my breath hoping for a sound, but the palpable silence in the loneliest space & I realize I have nothing left to say anymore.
Prompt: a 1980s' young woman, fair hair, wavy hair, wearing an unbuttoned checkered shirt with the rolled up sleeves and bottom ends tied on the belly, black undies, half-turned view, sly smile, posing on a beach, perfect composition, color illustration, in the style of Rovina Cai, watercolor and pencil drawing
Prompt: an old black caretaker sits alone in a row seat in an abandoned decaying theater, detailed face that expresses memories of an long gone past. focus on a perfect harmony between the old black caretaker and the dim decaying theater. full body portrait, 8k resolution concept art portrait, dynamic lighting, hyperdetailed, intricately detailed, Splash art, trending on Artstation, triadic colors, Unreal Engine 5, volumetric lighting, cinematic post-processing, award winning, in Gouache Style, Watercolor, Maximalist Masterpiece, Thick Brush Strokes, Impasto Gouache, thick layers of gouache watercolors textured on Canvas
Prompt: Patchwork wet-on-wet watercolor technique in calm, harmonious colors (Rembrandt special effects color palette and aquarelle metallics) and very fine-line ink. Two lovers: a boy 13-y-o in rustic clothes and a young girl are sitting next to each other on a large stone on the hillside under a spreading oak tree dreamily looking down into the valley. In the valley, among meadows and forests, there is a small winding river, on its banks there is a small village. Dynamic light, saturated soft color, simple well balanced composition, interesting overview, style elements from Adrienne Segur, Jamie Heiden, Doug Chinnery, Gustave Loiseau, Frank Brangwyn, Steve Hanks. Surreal, magical realism. Extremely detailed, intricate, 4K high definition hdr
Prompt: An empty rocking chair (classic mahogany wood with cushion), a room full of memories of a father (portraits, a pipe and a briefcase on the bureau) who is no longer there, soft and diffuse light, fantasy, van gogh, alex grey, jean-baptiste monge, sherry akrami, muted colors, yossi kotler, duy huynh, watercolor by jean haines - steve hanks - georgia o'keeffe. Ultra detailed, 8k. dramatic lighting.
Prompt: Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch.
There's something,
Inside that we need so much,
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an Oak with roots deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up,
Thru tarmack, to the sun again,
Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing,
To lie in the meadow and hear the grass sing,
To have all these things in our memories hoard,
And to use them,
To help us,
To find...
God...
Prompt: Creating an image In the foreground of the image, we see a vibrant and energetic young person, perhaps a child or a teenager, exuding a sense of vitality and enthusiasm. They are depicted in motion, engaged in an activity that reflects their youthful spirit, such as playing sports, dancing, or exploring the world around them. In stark contrast, in the background of the image, we see an elderly person, their face etched with the lines of wisdom and experience that come with age. They are portrayed with a sense of serenity and grace, perhaps sitting quietly and contemplatively, or engaged in a leisurely activity that reflects their lifetime of memories and reflections. Between the two figures, there is a visual divide that symbolizes the passage of time and the journey from youth to old age. This divide could be represented by a physical barrier, such as a wall or a fence, or by a more abstract element, such as a shift in lighting or color palette. Despite the differences between them, there is a sense of connection and continuity between the young and old figures. Perhaps they are sharing a meaningful glance or a gesture of mutual understanding, highlighting the universal themes of human experience that transcend age. Overall, the image serves as a poignant reminder of the cyclical nature of life and the beauty that can be found in both youth and old age. It encourages viewers to reflect on the passage of time and the richness of experience that comes with each stage of life
Prompt: The poem weaves a tapestry of introspection and emotional turmoil, using the imagery of opening a box—an act that symbolizes delving into one's past, revealing memories long tucked away. This box, likened to a cage, traps not just photographs but the echoes of what once was, suggesting a confinement of the heart and mind. The act of sorting through these remnants is portrayed as a desperate attempt to organize or make sense of past emotions, a task both personal and poignant.
As the speaker encounters a particular image, it becomes a portal to dreams, a vivid reminder of someone's face that haunts them. This face, a trace that can be replaced, underscores the futile attempt to substitute or erase what is indelibly etched in memory. The struggle to conceal these memories within the recesses of the mind, to deny their existence in hopes they might vanish, illustrates a deep-seated conflict between the desire to forget and the inability to do so.
The poem culminates in the acknowledgment of self-deception, the realization that the speaker has been ensnared in their own fabrications. The imagery of tripping in disguise reflects a journey of self-discovery, a realization that the masks worn and the lies told are but futile attempts to escape the immutable truth of their past. This tapestry of memory, denial, and self-realization portrays a deeply human struggle with the shadows of what has been lost or left behind, capturing the essence of longing and the pain of acceptance.
Prompt: A sweet elderly woman, with soft features, a happy look, gray hair tied up, a khaki pleated dress and a pastel pistachio green blouse with small and delicate ornaments, she is thoughtful with her eyes closed, concept art of Yoji Shinkawa's character, Guy Aroch, Maciej Kuciara and Richard Avedon; Fine, rough and underground details; vivid and rich colors; 8k, trend on Artstation. Background: a little girl playing happily in her beautiful room. epic masterpiece, award-winning composition, golden ratio, rule of thirds, hyperrealistic, ultra-detailed.
Prompt: An abstract and extremely beautiful late evening summer landscape. An ancient and exhausted coal miner sits with his pick and shovel outside the entrance to a broken down coalmine looking over the spectacular landscape of hope. Tall and colorful grasses, tendrils, stones, amazing ancient oak trees, sunset and clouds. Art by Paul Clay and Mandelbrot, Dan Mumford, Francis Picabia, fantastic, elegant, extremely detailed surreal textures such as Cross-hatching, occlusion, shading, stacking, scribble, outlines, stains, layers, Graffito, dry brush, chill, impasto, protégé, collage, sponge, etching, rubbing, stencils, Robert Hooke, Gottfried Helenwein, Celia De Serra, Emmanuel Descanio, Maggie Toukmanian, Dirk Dzmirski, Chiaroscuro, Harry Clarke, Paul Caden, Octavio Ocampo, Giacomo Balla, James Gillard, Hein Gurney, DZO: Victor Vesarelli, Jose De Mee , Anthony Giras, Odilon Redon, textured pointillism, fractal pencil drawing, 3D
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.
