Prompt: A vertically stacked star-hauler ascends through a narrow industrial shaft lined with ionized smoke and scaffolding pylons. Its multi-tiered base glows with red-orange lift turbines, while the mid-body bears heavy cooling fins and burst-stabilizer pods. The upper third is shaped like a rising piston— smooth, abstract, and stained in matte blue panels. Engineers in surface suits drift nearby, barely visible in the haze. The forge world below pulses like a core reactor.
--mod Chris Foss-style space art, --mod angular space vehicles, --mod architectural monumentality, --mod geometric purism, --mod heroic perspective, --mod machine logic exaggeration, --mod retro-futurist color contrasts, --mod technicolor shadowplay
Prompt: A towering atmospheric processing spire rises from an endless desert. Transparent energy fields surround the shaft, refracting sky light and casting intricate glows on the ground. A stubby, utilitarian shuttle exits the base of the tower, flanked by blinking panels and access scaffolds. Sparse terrain with concentric track markings and embedded tech structures. Crisp lighting, mid-morning color wash, silent and serene tone.
--mod translucent energy, --mod stubby shuttle, --mod verticality, --mod etched structure, --mod quiet desert, --mod morning clarity
Prompt: A bustling sci-fi terminal plaza with eclectic travelers and strange rolling cargo bots. A sleek spacecraft hovers just above the open concourse, bathed in rimlight from a filtered sun through high arching glass. People in odd cultural garb negotiate with officials, use terminals, and trade devices. Warm amber light floods the floor. 70s retro-futurism with optimism and civic scale.
--mod eclectic characters, --mod civic scale, --mod hovering craft, --mod retro optimism, --mod amber glass light, --mod cultural gear
Prompt: Dream of the Endless observes: "Cats did not exist until the Sphinx was carved by weather. This is 3 million years ago and it is witnessed by the first hominids long before the Pyramids. Cats decide they need to spread out further in the world. The first humans settle there.
Millions of years later the name Bast first emerges when a woman of some acclaim is seen to have the exact visage as the face that the rain and wind sculpted. She does not know what to do with the fame but generations of her offspring rule Egypt until a man born with an alligator’s head leads a revolution."
Prompt: Create an image inspired by the artwork 'New Eden' by British illustrator Peter Andrew Jones. The scene depicts a futuristic utopian landscape, blending high-tech geometric architecture with lush, organic environments. Central to the composition is a towering, crystalline structure—like a fusion of sharp, angular geometric planes and smooth, flowing organic forms—rising from the center of a verdant garden. The structure is made of semi-transparent materials that reflect a soft, diffused light. Surrounding it are elaborate alien plants, their forms geometric yet organic, with sharp angular edges and tendrils that seem to grow and twist naturally. Some plants look metallic, others are bioluminescent, glowing faintly in hues of blue and purple.
In the foreground, strange humanoid figures, partially encased in technological suits, stand amidst the garden, interacting with the environment. They have a serene, almost contemplative posture, reflecting the calm of this future world. These characters blend organic and mechanical elements, with smooth skin-like surfaces alongside metallic circuitry integrated into their forms.
The overall color palette is vibrant yet soft, with lush greens of plants contrasting with the glowing blues, purples, and metallic golds of the structures. There is a juxtaposition of delicate light and sharp, angular forms, creating a harmonious balance between nature and technology. The architecture features clean, geometric lines and patterns, but also exhibits flowing, organic curves, as though nature itself has shaped the buildings. Floating orbs of light hover above the scene.
The lighting should be soft and atmospheric, with reflective surfaces and shadows creating a sense of depth and mystery. The environment should have a serene yet otherworldly quality, reflecting a deep connection between technology and the natural world. The image should evoke the harmonious, futuristic, and surreal qualities of Peter Andrew Jones’ 'New Eden'.
Prompt: A lone figure stands before the Witness Array—a vast concave wall of silent glass monoliths, each one reflecting different eras of a forgotten civilization. The Observer’s silhouette is motionless, dwarfed beneath the vaulted framework of the ancient station core. Their cloak drifts in zero-gravity equilibrium, arms at their sides, gaze fixed forward. Lights blink softly behind the glass—memory events encoded in impossible colors, flickering like distant storms on alien worlds. Some monoliths show motion; others remain still, locked in frozen tableaux of extinct peoples and dying suns. Wires like veins spread across the curved ceiling, pulsing faintly with residual current, converging on a central node above the Observer’s head. The chamber floor is polished obsidian, perfectly reflecting the monoliths and the silent figure—above and below, the same question lingers: Who built this? And why were they watching? There is no movement. No interface. No welcome. Just the slow rhythm of lights in silence. This is not a terminal. This is judgment on pause.
--mod witness-station, --mod reflection-mythology, --mod sentient-architecture, --mod monolith-grid, --mod contrast-lock, --mod zero-g-stillness, --mod obsidian-floor, --mod perspective-collapse, --mod reverent-tone, --mod sci-fi-cathedral
Prompt: A grand space-cathedral interior inside a derelict orbital station over a gas giant: colossal ribbed arches, shattered stained-glass panels of cosmic deities with shards drifting in microgravity, warm amber planetlight lancing through hull breaches against deep blue star-shadow. Frost creeps along the shadow side; dust and ice crystals glitter as they drift. At a distant raised dais, a ruined throne-like command seat is fused to corroded consoles. A lone figure in ornate exo-knight EVA armor walks toward the dais; polished plates and engravings catch both warm and cold light. Wide-angle, eye-level, sacred atmosphere, motion slow and weightless.
--mod ambienthaze, --mod volumelighting, --mod raygradientfog, --mod atmosphericdepth, --mod highlightscatter, --mod glasseffect, --mod glassreflectivity, --mod colortransparency, --mod chromaticedge, --mod mirrorrefraction, --mod fineedges, --mod layereddetail, --mod structuregrain, --mod texturelogic, --mod softshadebanding, --mod deep-perspective, --mod epicperspective, --mod viewer-perspective-lock, --mod highdepthrange, --mod cinematicdesaturation, --mod reflective-softtone, --mod lightvolume, --mod subtlecontrast, --mod ultra-focus
Prompt: Wreckage of a alien spaceship spread across the land of a barren alien planet, debris field of metallic wreckage, metal struts and parts, broken glass, twisted pipes, smashed hull, wing sections torn off and broken :: by Jim Burns, Angus McKie, Peter Elson, and Chris Foss :: alien world, bright blue sky with white clouds, full sun :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition, GS=5.0, NIS=40.0
Prompt: A remote, isolated trading post on the edge of known space, built from the wreckage of decommissioned starships, salvaged spacecraft parts, and the raw materials of the barren frontier planet. The settlement is a gritty patchwork of salvaged ship hulls, reinforced metal walls, and makeshift buildings constructed from local wood and stone. The post sits on rocky, wind-swept plains, with scrap heaps scattered throughout the surrounding area, some piles towering high with broken engines, dismantled spacecraft, and twisted metal beams. The air is thick with dust, and distant twin moons cast long shadows on the desolate landscape. Despite the harsh conditions, the trading post thrives, held together by the tenacity and ingenuity of its settlers. Traders from distant systems frequent the post, exchanging valuable alien relics and technologies for locally mined resources, salvaged materials, and rare goods. Small mining ships and scavenger freighters arrive daily, adding to the bustle of the marketplace, where alien tech and rusted ship parts coexist with locally crafted goods, creating a mix of futuristic and primitive survival. The settlers, a hardy mix of humans and aliens, are dressed in patched-together space suits and weathered gear, using both advanced alien tools and crude, handmade solutions to survive the frontier. The marketplace buzzes with the sounds of haggling and barter, while nearby mining rigs hum with power, providing the settlement’s lifeblood of resources. The trading post stands as a beacon of survival in the vast, unforgiving expanse of space.
--mod fusion of human ingenuity and alien technology
--mod patchwork buildings made from spaceship parts and natural materials
--mod bustling, gritty bartering
--mod rugged settlers in weathered gear
--mod crude energy sources, flickering lights, and mechanical hums
Prompt: Foreground ruins anchor the frame: a collapsed pressure-dome ring half-buried in rust dust, broken struts leaning like ribs, cables fossilized in silt. A survey mast—long dead—angles from the debris as a marker, and a narrow service stair descends into a shadowed vault where faint lichen glow freckles the dark. This is a moon-base long abandoned, now a 'lost world' of silent infrastructure and patient weather. A thin blue ground-haze breathes across the basin, and above it the sky holds a single colossal planet, so near it warps the horizon—no other moons intrude. The air is clear enough to knife edges, yet dust hangs in protected pockets. Wind skims the plaza and lifts filaments of grit; dune tongues have crept through a shattered arc and pooled against bulkheads; alien scrub grips cracks in ferro-ceramic tiles; inside a ruptured conduit, bioluminescent growth threads like veins, casting stray jade light across gauge faces. Ceramic panels craze with hairline fractures; brushed metal casings wear a salt of micrometeor pitting; glass segments are sand-etched, their edges feathered to translucency; warning chevrons fade to ghosts beneath oxide; antenna spires show hinge scars and cable nests; collapsed trusswork carries the memory of load. Foreground: ribbed dome ring, fractured walkway, marker mast. Midground: a sunken causeway leading the eye toward a terraced operations pit, gantries now skeletal. Background: a distant basin city of low domes and thin towers, half-swallowed by dunes; behind it, that singular planet swells like a second landscape, anchoring the heavens. Late-day light scythes across surfaces, carving long blue shadows and igniting warm rims on alloy edges; ray-banded haze stacks the distance in gentle steps; subtle bounce-light returns from the dust to paint undersides; occluded interiors hold pools of cool lichen glow, pricking the dark with quiet signs of persistence.
--mod deepfocusclarity, --mod ambienthaze, --mod raytracedlighting, --mod highlightscatter, --mod radiantgradient, --mod raygradientfog, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod epicperspective, --mod deep-perspective, --mod wideangle35mm, --mod dynamiccomposition, --mod structuregrain, --mod brushedmetal, --mod metalreflectance, --mod glassreflectivity, --mod micropattern, --mod sunsetflarehaze, --mod painterlyatmosphericdepth, --mod contrast-lock, --mod concept colony, --mod radiation towers, --mod rust-orange marsdust, --mod burnedarchitecture, --mod style-cinematic, --mod hyperreal, --mod epicvision
Prompt: wet natalie Portman "à quatre pattes" décrit wet naked platinum black hair blue eyes 4 legs back view in spaceship full body view en position accroupie, avec les mains et les genoux en contact avec le sol, comme un enfant qui apprend à marcher. Cette position peut être adoptée pour diverses raisons, notamment pour des raisons de confort ou de soulagement de douleurs, comme en témoigne son utilisation lors de l'accouchement.
Prompt: Masterpiece oil painting of a heroic captain man (head up, grim smile) in fantastic space armor (metallic blue, silver, indicator lights, large futuristic blaster on hip) standing on the metal hull of his intergalactic warship, watching a space battle (lasers, missiles, exploding ships) :: by Jim Burns, Donato Giancola, David Mattingly, Fred Gambino, Chris Moore :: full length, hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition
Prompt: High above a ringed world, a solitary keeper walks the outer catwalk of an orbital lighthouse—a skeletal station whose purpose is simple and immense: steer light through debris and shadow so ships find a safe line. The camera floats just off the catwalk, close enough to taste scale: lattice trusses arc away like ribs; a vast Fresnel lens of segmented petals blossoms from the core; gimbaled mirror towers stand at cardinal points, motors whispering as they trim the beam. The keeper is small against the structure, a human of precise habits in a slim EVA rig. A warm maintenance lamp is clipped to the harness; a coil of fiber pulls from a diagnostic pack at the hip. One hand steadies on the guard cable, the other reaches up with a tuning wand to calibrate a blue-white beacon set into the lens assembly. Tiny readouts crawl across the visor. Their breath fogs the inside edge for an instant, then clears. Beyond the rail, the planet curves like a painted secret—bands of slate blue and stone gray, storm ovals drifting like ink. The ring fills the horizon as a river of ice and rock, interrupted here by a long, ancient scar where something once tore through and left the shepherds to keep watch. Fragments drift in slow ballet, glinting in thin sunlight. A distant freighter threads the transit lane; its running lights blink in measured patience. Light logic: the beacon fires—a column of ordered brilliance that enters the Fresnel petals and fragments into interleaving sheets, which the gimbaled mirrors recombine into a single spear of guidance cutting through the ring gap. Cool cyan from the beam and control readouts opposes the warm amber of the keeper’s work lamp and hazard strobes that pulse along the handrails. Ionized venting paints faint ghost-lines in vacuum so the shafts read; ice dust caught in microgravity becomes glittering punctuation. Composition: the keeper anchors the near right third, stance balanced, lines of truss and cable converging past the lens and out along the beam. The scene feels practical and mythic at once—an engineer’s vigil rendered as spectacle. Mood: quiet duty at the edge of enormity; a single person and a machine built to shepherd travelers through the dark.
--mod orbital lighthouse, --mod ringed planet horizon, --mod catwalk figure focus, --mod fresnel lens petals, --mod gimbaled mirror array, --mod beacon light shafts, --mod ion mist particulates, --mod warm vs cool palette, --mod romantic realism, --mod epic scale framing, --mod low angle perspective, --mod crisp edge control
Prompt: Futuristic city-spaceship with central tower, spaceport and a lot of other buildings swim in open sea. Science fiction style, extremely detailed.
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
Prompt: High-contrast digital illustration with a cyberpunk aesthetic: Advanced laboratory filled with futuristic scientific equipment, glowing neon lights in shades of blue and orange, with intricate textures and vibrant colors. The scene should include a rich variety of elements, each contributing to the overall atmosphere. Lighting should be soft, diffused, and natural, enhancing the depth and realism of the scene. The mood is to be calm yet vibrant, creating a sense of serenity and wonder. Every detail in the scene should be meticulously rendered, emphasizing the contrast between light and shadow, and capturing the fine textures and subtle gradients. The color palette should be carefully chosen to evoke emotion, with each hue enhancing the aesthetic appeal of the overall composition. The final image should be immersive and captivating, drawing the viewer into its intricately detailed world.
Prompt: a policewoman with light brown hair wearing a sky-blue uniform and a hat, with a futuristic hovercraft in the background, riding just over a blue sea
Prompt: 2 green-skinned women, orange-haired in blue miltary clothes have a discussion as they stand on an elevated walkway in a futuristic city with tall asymmetrical multi-terraced towers. In the sky are zeppelins and 3 moons.
Prompt: Saturn is in the sky above a woman in miltary clothes and her 4-armed robot as they stand on an elevated walkway in a futuristic city with multi-terraced towers.
Prompt: A bronze robot and a black woman in a blue spacesuit with a transparent helmet, carrying a large riflle, have a discussion on an elevated walkway, in a futuristic city of tall lop-sided multi-terraced towers. In the dark sky overhead are 3 large moons.
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.
