Prompt: masterpiece, best quality, fantasy art, dark fantasy, epic battle scene, A Drow War-Arcanist unleashing a strategic spell upon a vast Underdark battlefield. He stands, calm and immaculate, on a raised obsidian platform overlooking the chaos. Below, legions of duergar and deep gnomes clash with drow forces in a cavern of titanic proportions. With a mere gesture of one hand, he has summoned a cataclysmic magical phenomenon: a silent, expanding sphere of gravitational force that crushes war machines and infantry into ruin, OR a storm of razor-sharp, purple-black force shards that rain down with pinpoint accuracy. His expression is one of detached, academic focus. He wears streamlined, fortified robes of black and deep blue, functional yet ornate, with glowing defensive wards. A holographic tactical map of the battlefield, composed of light, floats near his other hand. His long white hair is undisturbed by the havoc. The lighting is apocalyptic: the cold glow of his magic contrasts with the fires of war below. Style of epic, large-scale dark fantasy warfare, hyper-detailed, focusing on the contrast between his singular, calm figure and the massive destruction he commands.
Prompt: Dark night scene, couple of bright stars in the sky, shooting star-like objects falling to the ground, illuminating the surroundings brightly. Elegant mage named Voron, in black armor engraved with feathers, leaning on an iron-clad staff with a bright red gem on top, three eyes above the beak, observing the peculiar meteor shower. Nearby dark forest rustling, emitting lightning bolts as if displeased by the falling stars. A sense of impending mystery and magic. Rich color palette of deep blacks, vibrant reds, and mystical blues. Detailed fantasy digital illustration with intricate details, sharp focus, and a touch of enchantment. Dramatic, mystical lighting casting eerie shadows and highlights. Inspired by a blend of dark fantasy and cosmic elements.
Prompt: A solitary lighthouse keeper on a rocky, storm-swept coast, gazing out at a tumultuous sea under a sky filled with shooting stars. The lighthouse beam cuts through the dense fog. The mood is dramatic and introspective, with a focus on atmospheric lighting and textured brushstrokes, evoking the maritime paintings of Winslow Homer and the dramatic chiaroscuro of Caravaggio.
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) “Wolf Needs Sheep”
(Narrated by a shadowy, authoritative female animal spirit)
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This winter’s a cold one.
I am older than any favorite sweater, yet crafted with more care than the quilters’ finest hands. Generations have passed—not the original fabric, but a hybrid of past lives, woven into every fiber of memory.
Woven in digital light, these human expressions of plight stretch before me. Every rip, every tear, every stray cat hair, every dog’s fur caught in careless folds—I observe it all. Not a thread, not a shred of wool from a living sheep. Leave them be in the fields to bleat and sleep. Not a feather stolen from chicks or the crowned rooster.
The human—a Japanese American vegan—moves within these traces, unaware of how I perceive them. They speak of life and time, of morality, of choices made to avoid harm. Yet in their hands, the evidence of animals clings: hairs, tears, remnants of care, small betrayals of ethical intention.
We cannot trade life for time, yet time for life is abundant. And perhaps, inevitably, we shall collapse all at once—meteor, volcanic fire, a cosmic reckoning.
I move closer, drifting through shadow. My gaze follows each small detail: the quilts, the hairs, the tears. I sniff them, trace them, measure the contradiction. Humans are strange, yes—but they have joined us, in ways they cannot fully see, on a path toward fame, toward survival, toward whatever meaning they cling to.
I whisper to myself and the universe: observe, reflect, judge gently. The traces of life they leave are testimony enough, reminders of fragility, of care, of hypocrisy, of persistence.
And still, we watch.
storybook mixed media visualize this poem by Sproutfuel2: I am more weathered than any favorite sweater, yet made with more care than the quilters flare. Many generations passed not the original fabric, yet some hybrid of past. Woven in digital light, clothing expressions of human plight, every rip every tear every cat hair, or dog. Not a thread or a shred of wool from a sheep, leave them be in the field to bleat and sleep. Not to feather or any down stolen from the chicks or the rooster with the crown. A Japanese American vegan found we cannot trade life for time yet time for life is abound. And perhaps we shall collapse all at once in a big meteoric volcanic blast. We've made it thus this far and the animals think the humans are strange But they've joined us on a path to fame.
Prompt: On a starlit beach, under a blanket of shooting stars, stands the enchanting, stunningly joyful young woman. A woman stands in a dynamic pose, clutching a crystal champagne flute that catches falling shooting stars. Around her, a cascade of luminous shooting stars fills the air, while the flute overflows with their brilliance. The stars seem to blend with the waves, creating a magical, sparkling effect on the water and the sand beneath her feet. The gentle glow of bioluminescent stars in the shimmering waves casts a magical light around her. Her long blonde hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of silk. She wears a flowing long dress that dances in the ocean breeze, accentuating her graceful movements as she goes up at the vast expanse of the night sky. A detailed smooth painting, fantasy art.
Prompt: the castle stands of the edge of a breathtaking waterfall, unusual blue rooftop, unique trees, in the background there is a giant planet and fascinating clouds, visible stars and meteor shower, surreal, blue flowers, close up castle watercolor painting, 8k, photorealistic, volumetric, cinematic, perfect light, masterpiece
Prompt: Silhouette of a tattooed female Maori shaman, scantily clad, bald, in the aureole of coloured spears of lights. She holds a whip in her left hand. The stone gods of Easter Island are enthroned opposite her. Burning shooting stars smashing into a ruin. Dolmens and menhirs. A volcano spewing fire in the background. Splashing magma flows. Gauguin's colour palette
Prompt: In the haze where Annie dwells,
A world of whispers and chaotic spells.
Your words paint a vibrant scene,
Of light and dark, of what has been.
The rhythm of life, a tumultuous swing,
Yet beneath it all, a tender heart sings.
Annie, my friend, are you lost or found?
In this dance of existence, with layers profound?
Embrace the shadows, learn their song,
For within the chaos, you truly belong.
What is it you seek, in this rhythmic plight?
Together let’s chase the stars into night
Prompt: Detailed battlefield, retrofuturism style, space marines fight against robots, mountains on horizon, 2 natural satellites of the planet are visible in the evening sky
Prompt: aerial view of the North American Continent: A Solar Eclipse, An apocalyptic scene - A meteor shower striking the continent - exploded crater, blast and debris, splash, waves, fire, smoke, tsunami waves, subtle bokeh effects, the entire composition exuding an aura of grief and loss, with an intense focus on texture, dynamic pose capturing despair, vibrant colours, destruction, ends time theme
Prompt: Show me the most breathtakingly gorgeous meteor shower and night sky in the winter that AI can possibly generate. Then make it magical, luminous, and more beautiful
Prompt: The last stand of humanity, Earth spacecrafts battle versus Alien spacecraft invaders, Planet Earth in the distance, meteor shower, Art Nouveau, Aestheticism, ROCOCO, best quality, masterpiece
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.
