Prompt: <L1>(Full-body:1.9) (full-length:1.9) view of a regal cyberpunk humanoid, sleek and feminine, standing upright with her head tilted slightly upward and just barely cocked to one side, as if observing something fascinating just above and beyond the viewer's line of sight; her entire body clad in glossy blue and gold Ebru marbled ceramic skin, fused seamlessly with luminous gold-accented biomechanical elements; intricate swirls of lacquered patterning flow across her limbs, torso, and neck with machine-like precision; facial mask opened centrally to reveal gleaming inner cybernetic structures; expression is focused, intelligent, subtly curious.
<L2>Ultra-detailed digital illustration with photorealistic surface rendering and deep textural fidelity; hybrid of hand-crafted elegance and futuristic design.
<L3>Stylistic fusion of H.R. Giger’s biomechanical mystique and Masamune Shirow’s cyber-enhanced realism, rendered in Scanner Darkly–like stylization.
<L4>Dramatic cinematic lighting with luminous edge highlights, cool ambient diffusion, and soft cast shadows across her marbled surface.
<L5>Dominant palette of cobalt, turquoise, and gold with high-contrast blacks; background is dark and subtly mechanical, providing elegant negative space.
<L6>Full-body, centered vertical 16:9 composition; standing pose with slight asymmetry in head position, evoking awareness and narrative presence.
Prompt: Desert Monastery at Dusk: Built into a cliff face of rose-hued stone, a remote adobe monastery sits bathed in the solemn hush of dusk. Its simple shapes — domes, steps, a bell tower — are nearly camouflaged against the canyon wall, as though carved from it by unseen hands. A single bell glows faintly above the courtyard, and from a chimney, the thinnest thread of smoke rises into the cooling sky. No people are seen, but the silence hums with ancient presence. Maxfield Parrish stains the canyon with colors between worlds — copper, violet, the near-invisible blue of oncoming stars. Andrew Wyeth renders the adobe surface in exquisite quiet — fine cracks, smudged soot, the slow fading of warmth in stone. Albert Bierstadt unfolds the canyon beyond, vast and windless, a cathedral of carved light and silence wrapped around the monastery like a mantle.
Prompt: Desert Monastery at Dusk: Built into a cliff face of rose-hued stone, a remote adobe monastery sits bathed in the solemn hush of dusk. Its simple shapes — domes, steps, a bell tower — are nearly camouflaged against the canyon wall, as though carved from it by unseen hands. A single bell glows faintly above the courtyard, and from a chimney, the thinnest thread of smoke rises into the cooling sky. No people are seen, but the silence hums with ancient presence. Maxfield Parrish stains the canyon with colors between worlds — copper, violet, the near-invisible blue of oncoming stars. Andrew Wyeth renders the adobe surface in exquisite quiet — fine cracks, smudged soot, the slow fading of warmth in stone. Albert Bierstadt unfolds the canyon beyond, vast and windless, a cathedral of carved light and silence wrapped around the monastery like a mantle.
Prompt: Nightfall Beneath the Sentinel Oak: A massive oak tree dominates the crest of a grassy hill, its twisted limbs silhouetted against a star-laced indigo sky. Below, a blanket is spread near the tree’s roots, along with an open book, a lantern, and a pair of worn leather boots — evidence of someone recently there, or just gone. The grass glows faintly in the lantern light, and the stars above seem impossibly close, emerging like diamond dust from the deepening blue. The air is still, holding the silence like a sacred breath. Maxfield Parrish wraps the sky in velvet tones of midnight and indigo, blending it seamlessly into the lantern's warm glow. Andrew Wyeth paints the worn objects and the earth beneath the oak with emotional gravity, where every scuff and fold tells a private story. Albert Bierstadt expands the hilltop into myth, lifting the oak and stars into the realm of timeless reverie.
Prompt: Wind Trough Between the Dunes: Between two towering dunes, a narrow trough of shadow lies untouched, wind-sheltered and perfect. The sand here is unbroken — no tracks, no mark, just ripples like soft music frozen in gold. On the far side of the trough, a lone desert hare crouches still, ears upright, eyes catching the red last light of day. The wind has ceased. The air holds its breath. Maxfield Parrish captures the soft transitions in the sand — from peach to sienna to violet, where sun meets shade. Andrew Wyeth details the fur’s bristle, the precise curl of a ripple’s edge, the subtle fold of an undisturbed dune. Albert Bierstadt stretches the vista beyond the dunes into infinity — making the hare’s presence feel mythic, a figure etched in the eternal hush of land and sky.
Prompt: A family portrait in the style of the mid-19th century. Three figures, a woman and two men, in their 30s, are standing on the sidewalk in front of a restaurant in Paris, France. The woman is wearing a dark olive green patterned dress with a lace collar and a large hat with floral decorations, vintage style clothing. The man on the left is also wearing period clothing: a dark suit, a patterned shirt and a bow tie. He is holding a dark hat in his hand. The man on the right is wearing a dark suit and a wide-brimmed hat. Strong focus on detail and accurate representation of clothing and accessories from that period. The image has a strong sense of depth, positioning and composition. The lighting is diffuse, creating soft shadows.
Prompt: Old Water Tank in a Forgotten Canyon: Deep within a craggy desert canyon, an old cylindrical water tank stands rusted and alone, its metal surface blistered by sun and scratched with fading paint. Around it, the ground is cracked and littered with broken branches and the shattered shell of a tortoise long gone. A raven perches atop the tank’s rim, head tilted to the side, watching the canyon mouth as golden light breaks across the stone. The silence feels eternal — as if the canyon has swallowed every sound that came before. Maxfield Parrish renders the golden flare with reverence, making the rust and ruin glow like treasure. Andrew Wyeth captures the tank’s battered surface with forensic grace, the texture of age honored in every flake and scratch. Albert Bierstadt lifts the cliffs around it into solemn monument — light and ruin coexisting in holy balance, echoing with silence.
Prompt: Stillness After Snowfall at the Broken Gate: A once-used farm gate stands half-collapsed, its wood warped and hinges rusted, now buried beneath a fresh layer of snow. The fence it once joined is long since vanished, leaving the gate alone, framed by skeletal trees and a pale sky thick with lingering winter clouds. The untouched snow glows faintly with blue shadows, broken only by the pawprints of a fox weaving between drifts. In the distance, a field stretches white and wide toward a barely visible treeline. Maxfield Parrish breathes an ethereal blue luminescence into the snow and clouds, softening the cold into quiet wonder. Andrew Wyeth captures every splinter and snow-caked knot in the broken wood, elevating the forgotten gate into poetry. Albert Bierstadt adds the expansive field and low winter sun, spreading the silence into something holy.
Prompt: Starfall Over the Salt Flats: A boundless expanse of white salt crust stretches to the farthest edges of vision — unbroken, crystalline, shimmering faintly in moonlight. Near the center, a narrow depression holds a puddle of ancient water, still as glass, reflecting the stars with perfect clarity. Overhead, a meteor carves a bright arc across the midnight sky, leaving a fading ribbon of white fire. No sound, no wind, only the quiet crackle of salt contracting in the cool. A tumbleweed rests nearby, caught mid-roll, frozen in time. Maxfield Parrish renders the sky as a dream — black velvet streaked with silver, the stars like pinpricks into eternity. Andrew Wyeth brings out the raw, cracked geometry of the salt flats, the fragile edges of the mirrored puddle, and the timeless weight of stillness. Albert Bierstadt places the viewer within the bowl of the Earth — the moment so vast, yet intimate, that even a single falling star feels like a whispered invocation.
Prompt: Cabin with Smoke and Silence: Nestled against a forested ridge, a solitary log cabin rests with its chimney just beginning to release a thin trail of smoke into the crisp dawn air. The world is layered in snow — on the roof, the windowsills, and the low-stone steps — yet there are no tracks, as if the inhabitant has not yet stirred. Pines cluster around the back of the cabin like sentinels, their boughs laden with snow that glows with the faintest hint of sunrise. Maxfield Parrish illuminates the sky with a radiant peach-to-ice-blue gradient, as if the sun is just gathering courage to rise. Andrew Wyeth gives tactile life to the bark, snow, and smoky glass windows, grounding the image in human presence without showing a soul. Albert Bierstadt opens the forested ridge and fills the horizon with depth, suggesting solitude without loneliness.
Prompt: A stunning forest on a distant planet features peculiar trees and vibrant flowers in full bloom. This award-winning, photorealistic scene captures the enchanting beauty and colorful details of a fantastical landscape.
Prompt: Empty Chair by the Canyon Edge: A single iron chair, rusting elegantly with age, stands alone at the very edge of a vast canyon, its back turned toward the viewer. The chair’s spindles cast long shadows across the sandstone floor, warped slightly by the uneven rock. Behind it, the canyon opens in layered strata of rose, umber, and violet, disappearing into a haze of early evening. A wide-brimmed hat rests on the seat, tethered by a faded blue scarf fluttering just slightly in the high air. Maxfield Parrish lights the sky in a tender wash of pale gold and lilac, the horizon a watercolor of restraint. Andrew Wyeth traces the weathering of the chair, the texture of fabric soft with wind, and the granular dust blown gently against the legs. Albert Bierstadt makes the canyon rise not with drama, but reverence — as if the Earth paused to remember whoever once sat here, listening to the silence.
Prompt: Beautifully tanned girl wearing a multicolored bikini, caught by a surprise rain shower. She is walking in the warm rain and mist with no protection. She is completely wet, but she is smiling as she walks in the rain through the puddles.
Prompt: realistic photo of the landscape, colorful flowers blooming, mountain covered by snow in a distance. clear stream in the middle of frame. shot on Nikon Z9 with NIKKOR Z 35mm f/1.2.
Prompt: Windmill Without Motion at Dawn: On a dry, cracked plain bordered by distant low mountains, an old windmill stands unmoving — its blades stilled, its tail vane creaking in the shifting light. The ground is hard, split like old parchment, save for a single line of green threading toward the base: a stubborn vine, still clinging to the possibility of water. The sky is just beginning to burn — orange and gold bleeding through midnight blue — and a crescent moon still lingers above the blades. Maxfield Parrish paints the sky with alchemical precision, the light unfolding like a revelation across a sleeping world. Andrew Wyeth reveals the corrugation of the metal, the delicate wilt of the vine’s leaves, and the way light first brushes against the windmill’s base. Albert Bierstadt gives scale to the plain and depth to the horizon, letting the stillness stretch beyond what the eye can hold — a monument to waiting.
Prompt: The Window With No Candle: A stone farmhouse sits at the far edge of a snowy hill, its roof bowed beneath the weight of deep snowdrifts. One window faces the viewer, dark and empty — no candle, no glow — and the stillness it projects is both intimate and vast. The slope before the house is untouched, save for a sagging clothesline now frozen into place, with tattered clothespins clinging to brittle line. Overhead, clouds have opened slightly, revealing a few soft stars. Maxfield Parrish lends a hushed pastel glow to the opening sky and shadows. Andrew Wyeth shapes the sorrowful realism of the forgotten laundry line and window frame with delicate restraint. Albert Bierstadt places the house against a sweeping winter landscape, turning absence into atmosphere and solitude into quiet reverence.
Prompt: “beautiful Grecian goddess, perfect facial features, long luxurious hair with stray tendrils, deep expressive eyes, metal jewelry and flowers, draped fabric clothing, strapped sandals, standing full body in a temple, octane render, digital art with intricate details, photorealism, Greek temple and sea background”
Prompt: Ancient Babylonian goddess, regal and powerful, adorned in intricate battle dress with wide hips, holding a modern cell phone, detailed features captured in a photorealistic photo, surrounded by priestesses kneeling in worship, eyes emanating a mesmerizing green fluorescent glow, ornate temple setting, rich colors of gold, deep blues, and crimson, dramatic lighting casting shadows, high-resolution image for intricate details, ethereal and mystical ambiance.
Prompt: Tense, dramatic moment unfolds in high-tech galactic forum, where a seasoned, white-haired (old man)^1.2—dressed in richly embroidered senatorial robes—stands in heated debate with his longtime colleague: a humanoid (robot)^1.4 with polished alloy exterior and glowing optical sensors. The (robot)^1.4 is clearly artificial in appearance—sleek metallic limbs, visible joints, faint hydraulic hissing—but is engaged in unmistakably human (body language)^1.3: pointing a finger, gesturing emphatically, and leaning forward as if making an impassioned plea. Its head is tilted with indignation, shoulders squared, posture animated. The senator, proud and furious, retorts with a sharp gesture of his own, one hand clenched, the other outstretched as if demanding logic. His expression is vivid with frustration, his aged features lined and authoritative. They stand beneath a massive vaulted dome inside a sprawling, futuristic chamber—part (UN assembly hall)^1.2, part alien senate—surrounded by softly glowing data pillars, hovering information displays, and ambient architectural lighting. Other alien delegates are seated in the background, partially blurred to focus attention on the foreground confrontation. Moment is captured in dynamic cinematic frame, slightly off-center, with subjects frozen mid-gesture. (Photorealistic)^1.2 lighting accentuates skin textures, metal sheen, and fabric folds. Environment has complex volumetric lighting, physical-based materials, and subtle atmospheric haze. Argument is obviously heated—high emotion, but no physical contact or violence. Tension is conveyed entirely through expression, posture, and gesture. Both figures are fully visible, mid-frame, in sharp focus, with the background slightly diffused to emphasize emotional intensity and character contrast. Tone is dramatic and politically charged, blending realistic lighting with advanced sci-fi architecture, creating high-stakes moment of political confrontation between man and mac
Prompt: At night, an Imperial-style speeder bike hovers silently in a narrow, refuse-filled alien alley, bathed in flickering neon light. The vehicle is unmistakably military-grade — sleek, angular, and gleaming, freshly polished against the backdrop of decay. Inspired by the scout bikes from Return of the Jedi, it features exposed mechanical detail, long steering vanes, vented repulsorlift housing, and twin blaster cannons slung beneath the frame. It hovers just inches above the cracked pavement, emitting a soft underglow.
The alley is grimy and narrow, walled in by damp, industrial surfaces—concrete, rusted metal, and vent-scarred brick. Trash and debris scatter the ground: tangled wires, dented food cartridges, worn-out cybernetic limbs, and shattered glass. Alien graffiti glows faintly from the walls. A leaking coolant pipe drips from above. Pools of neon-pink and green light shimmer across puddles, reflecting from broken signs.
At the far end of the alley, the city glows—neon signs in indecipherable alien script hang above the entrance to a busy street. Through the haze, silhouetted figures pass by: robed merchants, hunched travelers, a quadruped in a harness. A haze of smoke and fog catches colored light, creating cinematic diffusion and depth.
Strong emphasis on high contrast and wet reflective surfaces. Fluorescent lighting, blue and magenta spill. Gritty, photoreal sci-fi style in the spirit of Syd Mead and Ian McQue. Speeder design faithful to Star Wars canon — no cyberpunk mods or redesigns.
16:9 aspect ratio, wide-angle lens. Low camera angle with forced perspective; speeder bike dominates the foreground, hovering slightly to one side. Alley walls and signage converge toward the opening in the background. Night sky hidden by vertical sprawl. Ambient noise implied by visual clutter and light bloom.
Prompt: Waking Dust in the Adobe Courtyard: A small adobe courtyard, enclosed on three sides, rests in early morning shadow. Sunlight slips in through an open wooden gate, scattering motes of dust that spiral upward like incense. A broom leans beside a low doorway, and potted succulents — agave, aloe, and flowering cactus — cast soft-edged shadows on the whitewashed wall. The scent of mesquite smoke lingers faintly in the cool air. A lizard darts across the tile, pausing mid-motion in a shaft of gold. Maxfield Parrish captures the beam of sun with holy reverence — turning dust into stars. Andrew Wyeth lingers on the cracked terra-cotta pots, the brush of soot above the old fireplace, and the quiet gesture of a swept threshold. Albert Bierstadt frames the courtyard as sanctuary — an intimate desert cloister where time doesn’t pass, it listens.
Prompt: Moonlit Passage Through the Pine Hollow: A narrow snow-covered path snakes through a deep pine hollow, flanked by towering trees whose trunks vanish into the mist above. The forest floor is hushed under a thick white quilt, with only the occasional twig breaking through the crusted surface. A soft wind sends down a veil of snow from the branches, glinting in the light of a rising moon now framed directly between two trees. At the bend of the path, a crude wooden sled leans against a stump, half-buried in snow, as if hastily abandoned. The moonlight catches its rope handles and casts long shadows that disappear into the frozen underbrush. Maxfield Parrish paints the sky and snowflakes with silvery radiance, giving the scene an almost dreamlike hush. Andrew Wyeth’s intimate realism animates the rough bark, frayed rope, and pressed snow underfoot with quiet conviction. Albert Bierstadt envelops the hollow in grandeur, where the trees rise like cathedral columns and solitude becomes spiritual elevation.
Prompt: Burro at the Dry Fountain: In a forgotten mission courtyard, framed by cracked adobe walls and arched shadows, an old stone fountain sits long-dry — its basin now filled with dust and drifting flower petals. A gray burro stands beside it, lean and still, tethered loosely to a rusted wrought-iron ring on the wall. Its ears flick toward a far-off sound — the distant rattle of wind through tamarisk branches. Above, the midday sky is a vast, blinding cerulean, with no clouds in sight. Maxfield Parrish imbues the stucco walls and fountain stone with an aliveness of color — sun-warmed pinks, soft ivory, and cobalt shadow. Andrew Wyeth renders the wiry musculature of the burro, the brittle petals, and the dryness of the cracked clay tiles with almost sacred intimacy. Albert Bierstadt wraps the courtyard in majestic quiet — as if even the light must lower its voice in the presence of age and sun.
Prompt: A breathtakingly photorealistic scene of a mystical fusion between reality and imagination. A grand, ancient tome, open at a page where the ink has come alive, lies on a forest floor of dark, fertile earth carpeted with a mosaic of vibrant leaves. The book, a masterpiece of craftsmanship with ornate gold leaf edging and time-worn leather binding, occupies the upper third of the composition, inviting the viewer to gaze upon its enchanted secrets. From the center of the page, a river of crystal-clear water emerges, gently flowing out of the book's confines and transforming into a tangible, three-dimensional waterfall that elegantly cascades onto the real-world forest floor. The river weaves through the foreground, creating a serene S-curve that leads the eye into the depths of the scene. The soft, diffused sunlight filters through the dense canopy above, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow that dance upon the mossy banks and the intricate details of the river's flow. Inside the book, a miniature yet vibrant lush forest unfolds with meticulously rendered trees, ferns, and flora, teeming with life and color. The atmosphere is dreamlike, with a fine mist rising from the river's surface, imbuing the scene with an ethereal glow. Outside the book's borders, the forest continues seamlessly, the real and imagined worlds blending harmoniously. The high-detail, 4K resolution captures the vividness of each leaf, the delicate veins of moss on the banks, and the sparkle of water droplets as they catch the light, creating a high-definition tapestry of fantasy and nature. This low-angle shot, a celebration of the surreal, invites the observer to step into the narrative, as if the very earth has opened to reveal a hidden, enchanted realm.
“Those wimpy Homo Sapiens are really beginning to piss me off!”
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: Two Neanderthal men are sitting on the ground in the sunshine in front of a cave. They are wearing loincloths. There is a single passenger jet plane visible high in the sky. One of the Neanderthals is gesturing towards the plane. He is speaking. .
Prompt: Detailed architectural sketch, reminiscent of Codex Atlanticus, inspired by Leonardo Da Vinci's Renaissance architecture, intricate ink details on aged paper, blending A. Dürer, Rembrandt, and Escher drawing styles, featuring four wings, digital painting in 8k resolution. The masterpiece combines photorealism with attractiveness, dynamic lighting for a beautiful effect. Achieve ultra-detail with crisp quality, employing cinematic post-processing for an award-winning hyperrealistic look. The sketch should evoke a pencil drawing, focused on a golden ratio composition, utilizing pointillism art techniques. The final piece must capture the essence of fine art architecture, showcasing symmetrical and colorful elements.
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.
