Prompt: Beneath the neon veil, he listens to the hum of the machine's regret.
In his breath: lost prayers, reversed spells, and the scream of stolen stars.
Shady Vlad raps in the dialect of collapse — and rebirth.
Style: Apocalyptic flow. Digital lament. Phoenix resonance.
Prompt: Beneath the neon veil, he listens to the hum of the machine's regret.
In his breath: lost prayers, reversed spells, and the scream of stolen stars.
Shady Vlad raps in the dialect of collapse — and rebirth.
Style: Apocalyptic flow. Digital lament. Phoenix resonance.
Prompt: Beneath the neon veil, he listens to the hum of the machine's regret.
In his breath: lost prayers, reversed spells, and the scream of stolen stars.
Shady Vlad raps in the dialect of collapse — and rebirth.
Style: Apocalyptic flow. Digital lament. Phoenix resonance.
Prompt: Avant garde high fashion photography overlayed with zentangle line work of a woman with wavy black hair and clear pale skin wearing a white hoodie with oversized tinted sunglasses waking up confused into the morning sunrise vibes, Fuji dimatic hints of zentangle intertwined with reality high contrast electric blue comforter, messy bed hair
The Consequences of Impulsive Actions 6 пальцов иван грозный равана ревущий царь русов
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1152 X 864
(1.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Ravana told him, "My whole life was ruined because I was doing something first and then thinking." He said, "Why did I die? Because at first I committed an act, and only then I thought: did I do the right thing or not. I've ruined my whole life because of this. Because I couldn't control myself, couldn't control my feelings, my whole life was ruined. Therefore, you should never do this. Always listen to the instructions first and only then act. Never act on your own. This is my last word."
Prompt: Unspoken words, heavy pen.
Runes smoulder purple on a frayed piece of paper.
It is now time to say goodbye to friends.
The decision has been made, it is time to write it with regret.
The world has changed, or maybe it's me.
I write these runes knowing that before me is the path I have taken.
I will not come back here again, maybe someday when I miss a lot.
I will look back on your work with a smile of joy.
Thank you for everything.
Prompt: I'm on the front line,
Don't worry, I'll be fine,
The story is just beginning,
I say goodbye to my weakness,
So long to the regret,
And now I see the world through diamond eyes!
I say goodbye to my weakness, So long to the regret, And now I know that I'm alive ...
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1024
(1.84 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: I'm on the front line,
Don't worry, I'll be fine,
The story is just beginning,
I say goodbye to my weakness,
So long to the regret,
And now I know that I'm alive!
Prompt: „Pentru că oamenii sunt ca oglinzile. Te așezi lângă unii și te vezi urat. Lângă alții te vezi prost. Iar lângă alții te vezi neclar și nu știi ce să crezi. Iar asta îți creează nesfârșite păreri de rău. Uneori însă, rar, foarte rar, sunt oameni lângă care te vezi nu neapărat frumos, nu neapărat ideal, ci doar întreg, sau complet sau pur și simplu într-un mod pe care îl găsești acceptabil. Nu e nevoie să îi cauți, ei se evidențiază din mulțime singuri , trebuie doar să fii atent ...
Prompt: The soldier's heart races as he faces the demonic onslaught. He feels the weight of his sins and fears pressing down on him, threatening to crush his resolve. His hands shake, and his grip on the sword falters. The whispers grow louder, more insistent, and the demons close in. The weight of guilt and regret manifests as a tangible burden on his shoulders, making each breath labored and each step heavier. His vision blurs, not just from the physical strain but from the mental and spiritual torment he endures. The demonic entities, grotesque and nightmarish, mock and taunt him with every step, their forms constantly shifting, reflecting his deepest fears and doubts.
Prompt: A simple portrait showing the regretful confusion and pain seen only in the eyes of a child's face who struggles to hide the guilt and shame hidden within. Peter Blake, Beth Conklin, Laurel Burch, Anni Albers, Helene Beland, Leon Bakst, Agnes Cecile.
Prompt: A young man sitting on his knees in the rainy weather with tears streaking down his cheeks as he realizes the man he just accidentally hit with his vehicle is deceased.
Prompt: An oil painting depicting a young woman who represents first live in a picture being looked at regretfully by a middle aged man with short white hair and beard
Prompt: I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
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.
