Prompt: “Storybook orchard with pebble-textured trees in burnt orange, muted yellow, and soft grey arranged along rolling farmland hills. Curvy pathways connecting small farm buildings with pointed roofs. Tiny people harvesting apples. A few stylized birds in a calm dusk sky. Soft, matte colours and dreamy atmosphere.”
Prompt: Early-Victorian orchard village by a slow river at late winter sundown, cinematic ultra-photo-realistic 8K. Sky erupts in saturated orange-red and deep coral with gold streaks on the low clouds; the scene absorbs those tones as warm highlights on frost-rimmed branches and roof tiles. Small orchard walls rim with rime; stone cottages show carved wooden porches with oxblood cushions and emerald shutters; river reflects molten streaks where it is not fully frozen. Lanterns glow but the sunset dominates with dramatic color; shadows are deepened to emphasize relief. Ultra-detailed textures: bark, frost crystals, carved wood, iron filigree. Mood: dramatic, poetic, winteral warmth inside the cold. No people.
Prompt: Masterpiece Waltercolor,ink and pen, alcohol wash, dreamlike, pastels illustration ethereal very attractive digital art beautiful J.M.W. Turner Dee Nickerson golden glitter Full Body Figure beautiful elegant very attractive illustration illustration beautiful Dynamic pose in action
Young and beautiful islander Giselle picks ripe, juicy mangoes in the wild forest.
She holds one fragrant mango in her hands, inhaling and savoring its delicate aroma.
Giselle is a tall, slender woman with blonde hair. A white silk turban is stylishly tied on her head, from beneath which her curly locks peek out like serpentines.
Giselle is in a wonderful mood and moves gracefully. She is dressed in a thin, white cotton blouse with long sleeves and thin, light-colored, loose-fitting mom jeans (or banana jeans).
Giselle fills a small wicker basket with mangoes, which sits on the ground near the roots of a tree.
In the wild tropical forest, Mary is now alone, in sacred silence.
Kinuko Y. Craft, Frederick Carl Frieseke, Frances MacDonald, Ferris Plock, John Hejduk, Haroshi)pose of despair, ultra hd, realistic, bright vibrant colours, highly detailed, dramatic, UHD drawing, pen and ink, perfect composition, beautiful intricate insanely detailed octane render, luminism, trending on artstation, 8k artistic photography,
Prompt: A woman in a flowing red garment stands near a pomegranate tree, reaching for a ripe fruit. Red pomegranates adorn the tree and scatter on the ground, creating a vibrant scene in nature.
Prompt: (ethereal colorful Gustav Klimt luminous Nicoletta Ceccoli translucent Katherine Welz-Stein illuminated Dee Nickerson absorbing Creative) Aurora collects ripe mangos from a lush mango tree in a magical forest.(Masterpiece))) Waltercolor, wet on wet, pen and ink, alcohol wash, ephemeral, dreamlike, pastel.
In the picture the heroine is depicted at 2/3 of her height, no less.
Aurora collects ripe mangos from a lush mango tree in a magical forest. She collects them and places them in a basket standing near the roots of a tree with a mighty trunk. The heavenly goddess holds in her hands is a ripe mango fruit.
Her smile is light and mysterious, and her movements are like a smooth dance. She demonstrates the ripe fruit.
The beautiful goddess of Vanaheim Aurora spends time in a magical forest. She wears a blue-green dress the color of rich fluorite with gently billowing folds, dress with patterns, and a luxurious, dark blue velvet robe with a hood.
The goddess has a sophisticated, attractive, aristocratic-Aryan appearance. A neat, straight, thin nose, neat lips, big blue eyes, and beautiful blond hair, tied up and decorated with jewelry. On her hands are amazing bracelets with Asgardian symbols.
(art by Leonardo Davinci elegant, Egon Schiele Mercury Glass patina, Art Brut, moody, somber, saturated colors, in the style of Paul Klee, Arthur Rackham intricate, elegant, Egon// mystic blue. mystic blue color of blue morpho. Blue haze, sparkles of radiance, detailed elaborate , светотени, dreamy Pastel colors, detailed одежда.
Prompt: A sunlit orchard in full bloom, where each flower bursts with thick, swirling paint and fiery yellows and reds, expressing life’s vibrant energy.
Prompt: A honey-blonde woman kneeling in weathered jeans, in an autumn orchard at twilight, her loose chignon disheveled by the crisp air (as her cream cable-knit sweater slips off one shoulder). She cradles a russet apple from a wicker basket overflowing with fallen fruit, fingertips brushing its bruise with the gentle precision of checking a feverish brow. Behind her, a weathered barn door stands ajar, revealing a ladderback chair draped with a corduroy jacket inside. The focus narrows to her thumb tracing the apple's curve, her sweater sleeve bowing sharply at the elbow from the movement. Light bathes the scene in Pino Daeni’s signature golden-hour glow—catching the waxen sheen of apples and the fuzz of her wool sleeve—against a palette of cinnamon bark, oat milk, and burnt umber shadows. Diagonal tree roots guide the eye toward her exposed collarbone, while the implied scent of cider press drifts from a half-seen postern gate near the barn.
Prompt: A honey-blonde woman kneeling in weathered jeans, in an autumn orchard at twilight, her loose chignon disheveled by the crisp air (as her cream cable-knit sweater slips off one shoulder). She cradles a russet apple from a wicker basket overflowing with fallen fruit, fingertips brushing its bruise with the gentle precision of checking a feverish brow. Behind her, a weathered barn door stands ajar, revealing a ladderback chair draped with a corduroy jacket inside. The focus narrows to her thumb tracing the apple's curve, her sweater sleeve bowing sharply at the elbow from the movement. Light bathes the scene in Pino Daeni’s signature golden-hour glow—catching the waxen sheen of apples and the fuzz of her wool sleeve—against a palette of cinnamon bark, oat milk, and burnt umber shadows. Diagonal tree roots guide the eye toward her exposed collarbone, while the implied scent of cider press drifts from a half-seen postern gate near the barn.
Prompt: Graceful woman in flowing red and gold ornate silk robes, delicate hands reaching for a blue butterfly, elegant posture, soft kimono folds, garden setting, blossom trees, Chinese ink painting style, tranquil nature balance, detailed brushwork, traditional 1800's silk robes, serene ambiance, black ink with hints of red and gold, intricate patterns, harmonious composition, masterful use of negative space, by renowned Chinese ink artist, high-resolution, Artstation.
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.
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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.
