Prompt: Old master painting... Brave smiling Sir Michael Knight with blue eyes in Shining Silver Armor riding his majestic loyal black warhorse KITT ... looking at the viewer... in the style of Titian. Dark background... old master style
Prompt: a friendly young bearded heroic knight wearing chain mail armor with green and yellow tabard has his left arm in a white linen sling, a white linen head bandage and a white linen bandage on his right thigh. The friendly young bearded heroic knight returns, worn out and exhausted, on his magnificent warhorse to his small but fortified castle, surrounded by nature, trees, plants, herbs and mushrooms, sunset, medium wind, medium clouds. By Ivan Bilibin
Prompt: The Brotherhood of Blood (Genghis: Birth of an Empire – Conn Iggulden): Temujin and Jamukha kneel by a small fire, their hands clasped as they cut their palms and press them together, sealing their oath of brotherhood with blood. The steppe wind howls around them, carrying their whispered promises of unity and power into the dark sky. The fire crackles between them, casting flickering shadows on their young, determined faces.
Primary Artist: Inspired by ancient warrior oaths and tribal brotherhood symbolism.
Enhancement Artist: Warm firelight glow and dust effects for depth.
Emotional Impact: Hopeful yet tense, foreshadowing betrayal and war.
Additional Elements: Two matching carved bone knives lie beside them, symbolizing their bond.
Prompt: The Oath on the Sacred Mountain (Genghis: Birth of an Empire – Conn Iggulden): Temujin stands at the peak of Burkhan Khaldun, his arms raised toward the endless Mongolian sky, the wind whipping around him as his gathered warriors kneel below. The blue banners of his growing army flutter, carrying the promise of a new order. His voice rings out over the steppe, swearing an oath to unite the Mongol tribes under a single rule, an empire of justice and strength.
Primary Artist: Inspired by historical prophecy scenes and sweeping landscape cinematography.
Enhancement Artist: Soft golden sunrise hues for grandeur and depth.
Emotional Impact: Majestic and transformative, capturing the moment Temujin embraces his destiny.
Additional Elements: A hawk circles high above, mirroring Temujin’s rise.
Prompt: At the summit of a blasted plateau, a lone warrior‑monk kneels in futuristic powered armor once white—now scorched and blackened—but still radiant in its ruin. Around him, ashfields stretch to every horizon; banners lie in tatters, their poles charred, their cloth twitching in the furnace wind. Before him rises a colossal pyre‑altar, half ruin, half beacon—flames clawing upward like a second sun that stains the sky with molten light. He plants a ceremonial sword point‑down in the ash and sets both gauntleted hands upon the hilt. The sword is not a battlefield choice but a relic, a token of vow; its archaic silhouette stands in defiant contrast to slagged plating and scorched servo‑seams. He kneels not in defeat but in consecration.
The armor’s white surfaces carry the story: plates cracked and heat‑warped, purity scored by fire; matte ash furring the joints; slag streaks and impact stars ringing the edges where embers have bitten. Power conduits flicker under shattered housings; halo‑arcs of heat shimmer along the cuirass; a crosier of light rimes the helm’s crest. From the pyre, ember snow falls and hisses on the pauldrons, each cinder blooming a starburst of black across the pale shell. His breath ghosts in the blast, vanishing in the glare. The camera holds low and close, three‑quarter to the kneeling figure, so the pyre looms colossal behind him and the ashfield rolls away beneath.
The sky is a vault of smoke—layered, roiling, vein‑lit with molten seams. Within it, spectral shapes gather and unspool: fallen comrades, sworn enemies, nameless ancestors—figures wrought of smoke and firelight, faces indistinct, attention fixed upon the kneeling oath. They neither accuse nor absolve; they witness. Their edges breathe with the pyre’s pulse, drifting into banners of ember‑laced vapor that bend toward the sword’s planted point as if the world itself acknowledges the vow.
Ambiguity sears the instant. Is this a vow of rebirth—that from ash he will rise and lead a remnant back into the light—or a vow of ending, to burn with the world so nothing profane rises from it again? The relic blade could be a key that turns a hidden vault of mercy, or the seal that closes it forever. The pyre could be a beacon to survivors, or a funeral sun for an age. The white armor—purity scorched but unbroken—refuses to say. Only the stance speaks: spine straight despite ruin, hands locked, helm bowed not in surrender but in deliberate alignment with something greater than fear.
Every element acts: ash hisses and runs like water around the blade’s buried edge; heat‑shear makes the air waver in living veils; sparks wheel like constellations torn loose; the pyre beats light across the armor in consecrating strokes. Even at the end of the world, in white armor burnt nearly black, a single kneeling figure can turn flame into covenant—and covenant into fate.
--mod heroic framing, --mod stylized realism, --mod vivid depth, --mod ultra focus, --mod contrast lock, --mod force saturation, --mod white scorched powered armor, --mod ceremonial relic sword, --mod pyre altar second sun, --mod ashen plateau horizon, --mod spectral smoke witnesses, --mod ember snow fallout, --mod kneeling oath consecration, --mod heat shimmer aureole, --mod banners in tatters
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.
