When @Zettel was young & fighting foes in Rope Bridge Battle :: AIVision review
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1024 X 1024
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Prompt: Create an oil painting on cracked canvas: (((A woman engaged in a fight on a rope bridge)))
A dynamic impressionist impasto painting, visible brush strokes and paint stains come together to bring to life a stunningly supernaturally beautiful slim young blonde vietnamese woman with long wavy hair in ragged medieval boy's clothing. Her face expresses anxiety. She is attacking a huge muscular man in ragged simple medieval clothes and hits him fiercly on the chin. Background: a City of caves in a rock Face with Laders tope bridges an Plank ways in a dry Mountain canyon:: ladders, rope bridges, boardwalks
Ultra detailed background!!!
Painted by michael Kormack, Greg Rutkowski, style by zettel
♡Peace be with Us ALL !! :: ♧Serene Meditation by the Lake [ first Krea 2 Turbo ]
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Krea 2 Turbo
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3824 X 2160
(8.26 MP)
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Prompt: Watercolor of a serene woman meditating by a tranquil lake, This artwork harmoniously blends Willem Haenraets, Eugen Chisnicean, Paul Klee styles with the delicate, expressive watercolour techniques and the ethereal, cinematic stylization of WLOP, resulting in a mesmerizing fusion of chaos and beauty. fine-tuned stylised watercolour surrounded by splashy white space
Prompt: Perhaps the real question is whether any of us can hold a memory in focus long enough to examine it honestly. As I ruminate by candle light, I realize that the flicker of the flame is more stable then our recollection of it.
Prompt: [Oil Brushstrokes Painting + Watercolor Art Style]: A breathtaking symbolic landscape where countless tiny warm lights float across an immense twilight horizon. Each light resembles a distant home, memory, or life once shared. In the foreground stands a solitary figure holding a lantern, gazing across the sea of lights slowly dissolving into mist. Above, the sky is vast and quiet, painted with layers of silver clouds, faded amber glow, soft lavender shadows, and deepening blue. The composition emphasizes scale: one human life against the immeasurable weight of collective loss. Watercolor fog softens the boundaries between earth and sky while expressive oil brushstrokes create texture and emotional depth. No battlefields, no weapons, no politics. Only memory, absence, and human connection. The atmosphere is tender, contemplative, heartbreaking, and beautiful. Masterpiece, ultra-detailed, cinematic, painterly, timeless, poetic visual storytelling. Avoid smooth realistic look, focus on rich textures and painterly brushstrokes.
(masterpiece, best quality, amazing quality, very aesthetic, high resolution, ultra-detailed, absurdres, newest, colorful, rim light, backlit, highest detailed, very awa)
Prompt: Acrylic painting on the inside of birch bark of a native woman standing on a shoreline of large river, in mourning, in the style of traditional Kanien'keha:ka paintings, inspired by works of Stephen Mopope, traditional use of colors and dramatic horizontal brushstrokes, dramatic natural color background, warm color palette, show no edges to the bark, contrasting shadows, soft textures, evocative atmosphere. Painting by an artist named “Kiera” signed in the bottom right in small, swooping cursive black letters written in the bark.
Prompt: Written, "Dementia, the long goodbye to our loved ones ” CREATE A COOL 3D EFFECT IMAGE TO GO WITH THIS SAYING, keep all text within image frame, small text . Color, realistic
Prompt: A masculine figure shaped by memory, between embers and frost. The seasons of the soul follow one another: fever, then transparency. The inner flow has turned, silently, without sight. Surrealist painting, dreamlike atmosphere, misty hues, by William Turner and Zdzisław Beksiński.
Prompt: PAGE 2 — „The Flowers” (based on the next half of the poem)
Panel 1 — Visual:
Zbliżenie na samotny grób żołnierza. Z ziemi wyrasta pierwszy żelazny kwiat — metaliczny, poszarpany, o płatkach przypominających odłamki.
Narration: Iron flowers blooming on the soldier’s grave.
Panel 2 — Visual:
Korzenie żelaznego kwiatu wplątane głęboko w mokre, ciężkie błoto. Wokół leżą fragmenty łusek i rdzawego metalu.
Narration: Petals of shrapnel, roots in the mud.
Panel 3 — Visual:
Deszcz miesza się z krwią, spływa po metalowych płatkach i wsiąka w ziemię.
Narration: Watered by sorrow and sanctified blood.
Panel 4 — Visual:
Spalona strona księgi niesiona wiatrem przez pole bitewne. Na horyzoncie widać zgliszcza i dym.
Narration: Written in ink on a scorched, final page.
Panel 5 — Visual:
Dzwony kościelne kołyszą się na wietrze. Niebo jest ciężkie, poszarpane, jakby świat miał pęknąć.
Narration: Dominus… Requiem… The world is thin.
Panel 6 — Visual:
Ogromne pole żelaznych kwiatów rozciąga się aż po horyzont. Każdy kwiat jest inny — skręcony, ostry, zimny.
Narration: Cold and divine, marking the end of your bloodline and mine.
Panel 7 — Visual:
Jeden żelazny kwiat w zbliżeniu. Jego metaliczny środek świeci słabo w zmierzchu — jak ostatni, cichy puls świata.
Narration: Even in silence, they bloom.
Prompt: PAGE 1 — „The Fields” (based on the first half of the poem)
Panel 1 — Visual:
A tank plowing through a field, soil exploding under its weight.
Narration: The fields are plowed by the weight of the tank.
Panel 2 — Visual:
A river blackened by soot, names of the fallen drifting like ash.
Narration: The names of the fallen are drawn in the bank of a river black with the sky’s soot.
Panel 3 — Visual:
A valley filled with smoke and bullets raining like a harvest.
Narration: A harvest of lead in the valley of breath.
Panel 4 — Visual:
Two silhouettes dancing in the ruins, shadows merging with death.
Narration: We dance a waltz with the shadow of death.
Panel 5 — Visual:
Children gathering twisted metal like crops.
Narration: The children reap what hatred has sown.
Panel 6 — Visual:
Generals praying in a massive stone cathedral.
Narration: The generals pray in cathedrals of stone.
Panel 7 — Visual:
The sky turning into a funeral shroud.
Narration: The sky is a shroud, the earth a cage.
Prompt: You dwell in that safe place in our hearts
Where no storm or night can reach you.
Your love was like the dawn,
Brightening our lives,
Awakening color beneath the dark.
Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath,
As close to us as we are to ourselves.
Though we cannot see you with outward eyes,
Our soul’s gaze rests upon your face,
Smiling back from within all that we love.
Let us not look for you only in memory.
You are present when beauty brightens,
When kindness glows,
When music echoes eternal tones.
When the darkest winter turns to spring,
May grief flower with hope.
And may you continue to inspire us
To enter each day with a generous heart.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Prompt: How quickly and how thoroughly memory decays is inconsistent within our own lives, and inconsistent with the experience of others. Layered under that is what is noticed. What remains are continuously conflicting memories of the past.
Sad RatKult cat sat on the sidewalk, asking WHY DDG ?? :: Lonely Hearts in Diner @Midnight
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3072 X 3072
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Prompt: four people in a downtown diner late at night as viewed through the diner's large glass window :
You stand there staring into diner, night feels heavier like the air itself forgot how to move:
A man hunchs over his coffee, holding onto it like a Lifeline,
A woman in a red dress sits nearby, bright but distant, her body is there but her heart already left,
Another man melts into the shadows barely bothering to exist,
server behind the counter been there so long, he might actually be a part of the counter himself.
The light coming from the diner illuminates a darkened and deserted urban streetscape.
the light, hard almost cruel cool spilling onto the dead sidewalk,
It cuts through the dark, but doesn't warm a thing,only makes the loneliness sharper and the silence heavier,
The curved glass wraps around them like a fishbowl,showing the whole sad little world inside,
Weirdly beautiful.
Prompt: Sometimes we judge the value of experiences by how ephemeral they are. How short lived the experience is, or how short lived the memory of it is likely to be are weighed against the risks and the effort put in. At the heart of that equation is memory, an uncontrollable variable. Memory is often ephemeral, but it is also the reason anything else is ephemeral.
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.
