Prompt: (Create a color ink and pen illustration)
Desolate hillside under an eerie sky. A massive twisted tree at the crest of the hill. Gnarled oversized trunk and branches, fleshy leaves.
Beneath the tree a man dressed in 1920s fashion sits on the ground, leaning against the trunk. The man seems relaxed. The elongated, claw-like branches of the tree reach down towards the man.
An unnatural haze or mist cling to the scene, otherworldly dreamlike quality. In the distance, the dim outlines of impossible, alien mountains can be seen through the hazy atmosphere.
The overall mood is one of profound unease and dread, a sense that the peaceful scene conceals a dark unfathomable horror.
Prompt: Misty dock setting, eerie fog, dimly lit lanterns, weathered wooden planks, aged ropes, distant silhouette of a ship, male and female paranormal investigators, intense expressions, vintage detective attire, old-fashioned equipment, dramatic shadows, mysterious atmosphere, tense body language, haunted dock vibes, cinematic quality, dark color palette with hints of deep blues, purples, and grays, dramatic lighting casting long shadows, ArtStation.
Prompt: ultra realistic photograph of the following scene: The door opens from the dark room into the corridor with yellow walls and green floor lit by bright flickering lights, view from inside the dark room, a featureless shadowy creature looks out from behind the door, unsettling and creepy atmosphere, highly detailed, dof, photorealistic, dynamic lighting, liminal
Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds.
Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos.
Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure.
She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds.
Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos.
Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure.
She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Woman in a glamorous evening gown stands by a small, worn-out table, holding an old sepia photograph. Faded floral wallpaper. Table lamp, dim warm light, deep shadows in the corners. Tense eerie atmosphere. Large dusty mirror hangs on the wall opposite the woman. In the mirror, a shadowy figure is visible behind the woman, its features obscured and menacing. The figure is not present in the room, only in the mirror’s reflection. The woman's face shows a mix of confusion, fear and recognition as she examines the photograph.
Prompt: A surreal and otherworldly landscape: a vast, jagged mountain range under a turbulent, blood-red sky, with swirling clouds and distant, faint lightning. In the foreground, a colossal, ancient stone archway, intricately carved with abstract patterns, stands partially submerged in a pool of black, reflective water. Through the archway, an ominous, glowing portal emits a deep crimson light, illuminating the surrounding area with a strange, otherworldly glow. Suspended above the portal is a complex, mechanical structure made of twisted metal and organic elements, pulsating with energy. A solitary, shadowed figure, cloaked in darkness, stands on the edge of the water, gazing at the portal. The color palette is intense and dramatic, with deep reds, blacks, and metallic tones, evoking a sense of chaos, mystery, and grandeur.
Prompt: Hyperrealistic photo of a business woman (back view) standing in an empty room, a small old TV set stands on the floor in the corner showing static, strange black stains and drips on the walls, no windows, flickering lamplight, by Storm Thorgerson, by Gregory Crewdson, unsettling, sinister atmosphere, silver, light blue and light green colors, nonsaturated colors
Prompt: A solitary figure standing on a winding path under a night sky, with a crescent moon peering through textured, swirling blue clouds, in a painterly style with visible brushstrokes. The scene is imbued with hues of deep blue and hints of green on the path, suggesting a mysterious, dreamlike atmosphere.
Prompt: Oil painting by Grant Wood: Two suited men in sunglasses with vacant expression stand on the backdrop of a burning Carpenter Gothic house in the desert, Magical realism, mystery
Prompt: watercolor and ink painting: young woman stands in an empty dark room amidst a dense mist, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. She wears a red top tied at the front and a sand-colored wrap skirt. Her long blonde hair flows over her shoulders, and the soft lighting highlights her figure. The surrounding fog adds an ethereal, otherworldly quality to the scene as she gazes at the viewer with a mysterious expression.
Prompt: Oil painting by Grant Wood: Two suited men in sunglasses with vacant expression stand on the backdrop of a burning house in the desert, Magical realism, mystery
Prompt: Color ink painting: A barefoot woman with wild hair stands in a dim, weathered room, wearing a tattered sheer pink dress. Her reflection in a tall, worn mirror appears slightly distorted, adding a surreal, ghostly quality. The scene is haunting and melancholic, with the woman’s vacant expression and delicate clothing emphasizing her vulnerability. The overall mood is one of fragile beauty and mystery.
Prompt: Create a hyperreal multicolor multilevel digital art with incredible level of detail, inviting the viewer to marvel at the exquisite intricacies of the creature's features, surronded by An ol ligthouse on a Rocky wet island. The soft, faded photo adds a nostalgic touch to the already mesmerizing image, enhancing its visual appeal. With its adorable appearance and impeccable clarity in stunning 8k resolution, this remarkable gorgeus image effortlessly captivates the audience's attention.. The alien's facial features are detailed with pseudo-skin Green grass scales and textured embellishments in Indigo grass skin never-seen-before portrait of tribal Ghoul-goblin of the Stars, close-up portrait : Happy trash flurry alien head, snout and mouth with several piercings.
Green eyes Canon objetive-like, And mouth scaling patterns, emphasizing pronounced cheekbones.
The being has poker face expression. Its face, featuring scales that increase in size from the top of her head down to its shoulders. , with cyan dirty hairs. He has a cotton handcraft winter hat. The has a maggot on his hand.
The background fades from a beautiful blue sierra detailed landscape.
Prompt: Black mysterious monolith with ancient inscriptions amid the desert, mountains are seen in the distance, by Zdzisław Beksiński, mystery, high contrast, epic view, correct realistic shadows, masterpiece, red, black, yellow and orange colors
Prompt: Romanticized illustration of a woman in a top hat and long coat walking down a narrow street with arched bridges in the background, reminiscent of 19th century Paris, realistic painting style inspired by John Singer Sargent and Edgar Degas, detailed architecture and lighting, oil painting technique used to create depth and texture.
Prompt: A gothic woman with dark, styled hair leans in to touch a black rose with deep red accents, her eyes closed in contemplation. She wears intricate lace attire, complete with lavish earrings. The background features a misty, ethereal landscape with faint, shadowy castle silhouettes, enveloped in greenish hues, enhancing the mysterious atmosphere.
Prompt: In the depths of mythology, there exists the chilling legend of the Demon of Time, a haunting specter cloaked in darkness, its sinister silhouette draped in an ominous hood. With bony fingers gnarled and twisted like the branches of a gnarled tree, it lurks within the shadows, an eternal guardian of the master clock. Its relentless gaze fixates upon the clock's hands, as it pushes them forward with an unyielding determination, driving the inexorable march of time itself. Each movement is accompanied by an eerie whisper, a foreboding murmur that echoes through the corridors of eternity. Those who dare to glimpse its malevolent form are filled with a sense of dread, for they know that the Demon of Time brooks no defiance, and its unyielding will is as implacable as the passage of time it commands.
Prompt: color ink and pen illustration: bedroom in a 19th-century Russian house. Twilight, candlelight, dramatic shadows. An elderly man clad in pajamas is lying in bed. He's looking at the opposite wall where stands a translucent mysterious suited figure without features. The man looks at the figure with a dismay, as if recognizing in it someone familiar to him. inexplicable, emotional scene
Prompt: A black and ruined castle in hell, surrounded by tortured souls, beings deformed by emptiness and pain, oil painting based on the style of Beksinski and Dante's hell
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.
