Prompt: Enchanted spring: Innocence and Blooms
Within the hush of morning’s glow,
A spring garden softly wakes,
White petals crowd where breezes blow,
And innocence partakes.
A little girl girl, pink as springtime’s song,
Sits gentle on the grass,
Her thoughtful gaze where blooms belong,
Letting quiet moments pass.
A crown of flowers, pure and bright,
Adorns her windswept hair,
She dreams beneath the dappled light
Of wonders blooming there.
Here, in this enchanted space,
Where innocence still grows,
The garden cradles youth and grace
Beneath the white repose.
gentle bokeh, create a dreamlike, ethereal atmosphere.wet on wet watercolour painting.
Prompt: A country girl in a rustic autumn landscape harvesting beer bottles growing on trees like apples, golden leaves falling around, warm sunlight, Oktoberfest mood, painterly style, detailed, whimsical and cozy atmosphere.
Prompt: A twilight orchard stretches endlessly, each tree crowned with lantern-like blossoms that shimmer as though spun from molten amber. The grass is an undulating sea of indigo and emerald, whispering under a phantom wind. In the center, a winding path of luminous stones spirals outward, glowing faintly as if alive with secrets. Above the sky ripples like stained glass set in motion, constellations rearranging themselves in fluid mosaics. The horizon melts into a spectrum of copper and violet haze, glowing as if the world itself is exhaling. The scene resonates with the cosmic mysticism of Leonora Carrington, the symbolic surrealism of Max Ernst, and the fluid chromatic poetics of Gustav Klimt. Rendered in shimmering gouache layered with gold leaf and ink etchings, the vision feels at once eternal and fleeting, as though captured from the dream of another universe.
Prompt: Beneath a sky where constellations drift in slow, impossible spirals, an orchard of living hourglasses stretches to every horizon. Each "tree" is a fusion of translucent crystal and flowing sand: trunks rise as hollow columns of glass, their interiors glowing with a quiet amber light. Instead of falling downward, streams of golden grains ascend in silent defiance, climbing like reversed waterfalls to gather in shimmering crowns. Branches unfurl as dunes in mid-air, reshaping themselves in gentle tides, their edges sparkling with prismatic refractions that catch the stray starlight like captured auroras.
The ground is neither soil nor stone but a skin of restless grains—silver and violet sand that ebbs and flows in slow tides around the crystal trunks. Every motion is hushed; only the faint chime of colliding particles breaks the stillness, a music like frozen bells.
At the orchard’s heart sits a solitary traveler. Cloaked in plain fabrics that ripple as if in a wind no one else can feel, they rest cross-legged, eyes closed, hands cupped before them. From their fingertips radiate subtle ripples of reversed gravity; individual grains rise, spiral, and vanish into the hovering branches above. Around their body, time itself hesitates: distant stars brighten and dim out of sequence, whole constellations slide backward across the heavens, and the horizon bends in a slow, luminous wobble as if the universe is breathing.
The ambiguity is absolute. Are they preserving the orchard’s fragile balance—sustaining the cosmic clock—or are they unspooling it, allowing the hours of creation to scatter into entropy? The golden currents respond to no rhythm but their own; the sky glows with a dusk that has neither beginning nor end.
Camera locks in a low, wide framing: the figure small but centered, trees looming like colossal hourglasses all around, upward streams of sand shimmering against deep indigo night. Every element acts as a paradox—motion inside stillness, time flowing upward, a hush so profound it becomes its own music. Here, in this orchard of impossible time, the universe waits to learn whether the next grain will rise… or fall.
--mod stylized realism, --mod vivid depth, --mod ultra focus, --mod contrast lock, --mod force saturation, --mod heroic framing, --mod hourglass orchard, --mod ascending sand rivers, --mod crystal glass trunks, --mod reversed gravity ripples, --mod temporal drift sky, --mod prismatic refraction dunes, --mod faint chime particles, --mod low wide framing serenity, --mod indigo dusk palette, --mod upward waterfalls of sand
Prompt: an oil painting of a beautiful thin young Persian woman wearing a dark green patterned patterned headscarf tied under her chin and a long dark yellow patterned long dress, shown from waist up in bright sunlight with pale face and narrow lips without lipstick, picking pomegranates from an orchard, with hills and high mountains and some clouds behind, in the style of the Post Impressionists
Prompt: An impressionist impasto painting of a young apollo with laurel wreath, draped in a flowing blue translucent short toga, holding an arrow, walking hand in hand with his boyfriend in a celestial garden with exotic flowers, apple trees, and flying pigeons. Foggy effect. New Wave.
Prompt: Early Frost at the Edge of the Orchard Lane: A narrow dirt lane, flanked by low stone walls, winds its way through a dormant orchard touched by the first frost of late autumn. The trees, their leaves fallen, stand bare and reaching — delicate branches traced in frost, catching morning light like spun silver. Fallen apples, soft and bruised, litter the ground in clumps of red and gold. The air is crisp, and the frost bites quietly into the cracked earth and weeds growing at the roadside. In the distance, the path disappears into a pale mist that hovers just above the ground, lending mystery to what lies beyond. Maxfield Parrish washes the orchard in a luminous pastel haze, where light filters through mist like watercolor through silk. Andrew Wyeth imbues the orchard floor, apples, and rough textures of frost-bitten bark with heartfelt precision — quiet, nostalgic, and stark. Albert Bierstadt lifts the soft morning fog and deepens the orchard rows into vastness, transforming a simple country path into a pilgrimage through memory and season.
Prompt: Autumnal Orchard in Eragny:
Gnarled apple trees, heavy with red and gold fruit, stand amid dew-wet grass that shimmers in the chill dawn light. Smoke curls from a low chimney in the distance, weaving into the pale amber sky. Fallen apples and scattered leaves carpet the ground in vibrant contrast to shifting green blades.
Enhance this tranquil and picturesque scene, rich in detail and atmosphere, by using Monet’s jewel-like strokes to highlight dew and fruit; Pissarro’s pastoral warmth for orchard textures; and Sisley’s spacious framing to evoke the orchard’s seasonal rhythm.
Prompt: A sunlit orange orchard with ripe oranges hanging heavily from the trees, ready to be picked. A cheerful group of villagers has gathered to help with the harvest. An old wooden farm cart stands nearby, hitched to a strong Belgian draft horse. The villagers are joyfully filling crates with oranges and loading them onto the cart. Everyone is dressed in colorful, festive clothes, rolling up their sleeves and working together with big smiles. The atmosphere is vibrant and full of laughter—it’s a beautiful day with perfect weather, and the harvest feels like a celebration, intricately designed, intricate elegant digital scenic hyperdetailed delicate complex hyperrealistic cinematic photorealistic HDR oil painting
Prompt: happy little trees kissing the loving sky while a happy whimsical girl reaches to grab an apple from the tree in the style of a children illustration
Prompt: In your mother's apple-orchard,
When the world was left behind:
You were shy, so shy, Yvonne!
But your eyes were calm and kind.
We spoke of the apple harvest,
When the cider press is set,
And such-like trifles, Yvonne,
That doubtless you forget.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: Cherries in Summer.
Foreground: A young woman in a linen sundress stands on a step stool, plucking ripe cherries from a tree. Her arms stretch gracefully above her head, fingers curled around a cluster of fruit. The cherries themselves are rendered with Impasto, each one glistening thickly with juicy paint, almost sculpted from the canvas. Her freckles and the curve of her cheek are detailed using Glazing for a luminous, sun-kissed look.
Middle Ground: Below her, a woven basket sits half-filled with fruit, casting a soft shadow on cracked stone tiles. The wooden ladder she stands on is painted with Mixing Palette Knife, giving it a coarse, weathered texture. The folds in her dress flutter, catching a breeze, each crease captured in layered brushwork. Background: The orchard stretches behind her in loose, blurred strokes of green and gold, painted with a wet-on-wet variation of Alla Prima, capturing movement and life in the leaves. Dappled sunlight spills through branches, and in the far distance, a farmhouse roof peeks above the foliage, faint and serene.
Prompt: Gold sparkles and gold leaf effect. A beautiful young asian woman stands quietly in a lush spring garden, surrounded by blooming flowers in soft pastel hues—pinks, lavenders, and gentle blues. She gently tends to the blossoms with delicate hands, her face solemn and tinged with fear, eyes fixed on the horizon as if waiting for someone. Her flowing dress moves gently with the breeze, echoing the petals around her. The atmosphere is soft and ethereal, with watercolor-like washes of light and color, creating a dreamlike sense of stillness and longing. A faint sun filters through misty clouds, bathing the scene in a tender glow, symbolizing hope and heartache. Watercolor white-wash.
Prompt: A masterpiece of techno-fantasy realism with elements of cowboy style. A fine summer day. A small beautiful biomechanical android resembling a 14-year-old boy leads a young horse along a path between peach trees. The small android is dressed in cowboy-style clothes: narrow-toed boots, jeans, a plaid shirt and a cowboy hat. High level of detail.
Prompt: "Mosaic Orchard at Dusk – in Van Gogh’s Post-Impressionism"
> An orchard of fruit trees with fruits made from colored mosaic tiles, glowing in the warm light of dusk, painted with swirling, thick brushstrokes and vivid colors in the style of Vincent van Gogh
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.
