Prompt: Inside a spherical control vault, operators activate the Ascendant Relay—an intent-transmission core that emits a faint spacetime ripple, faster than any causal pulse. The vault’s curved walls glow with holographic grid planes. Instrument rings surround the relay core, projecting lens-like distortions as the pulse departs. Refraction waves crawl across polished alloy floors; ambient neon reflects in bending arcs. A taut, anticipatory silence fills the chamber. Displays flicker with restrained tension. The air feels compressed, as if the room is caught between two answers waiting to happen. The relay core fires—an expanding ripple bending holograms and actuator beams. Instantly, console arrays spike with backward telemetry: a return signal acknowledging the pulse from its point of origin. Operators freeze mid-motion, stunned at the impossible feedback. Cosmic surrealism, disciplined speculars, dynamic composition, radiant gradient haze, volumetric haze, heroic framing, hard surface detailing, glass refraction warp, atmospheric depth, light volume, elevated geometry. As the feedback stabilizes, the vault’s displays fold into a mirrored topology—mapping an echo that should not exist yet, a signal from a future-aligned origin.
--mod cosmic surrealism, --mod volumetric haze, --mod radiant gradient haze, --mod elevated geometry, --mod glyph light, --mod holographic grid plane, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod dynamic composition, --mod heroic framing, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod light volume, --mod glass refraction warp, --mod ambient neon, --mod nebular haze, --mod cinematic tension
Prompt: A Chris Foss–style robot, several storeys tall, pushes its way through thick jungle foliage, framed close beside an enormous tree trunk so both subjects fill the image. The machine is painted in Foss grammar: patchwork plates of matte blue and yellow crossed by bright red striping, modular panels and inspection doors everywhere, bold stenciled numerals and hazard blocks sprayed across thighs and chest, a toy logic inflated to industrial sublime. Chrome pistons and rotating drums work in every joint; circular vents stud the silhouette; fasteners stipple the armor. At the crown a clear alloy dome cockpit glows with bright yellow light, instrument clusters burning like a tight constellation while the dome skin throws silver arcs on surrounding foliage. One colossal hand clamps the tree trunk in an ambiguous act — either propelling itself forward or moving the tree.
Consequence is explicit. Waves of jungle growth flex at shin height and flex upward across matte paint. Under the crush of mechanical fingers the wood splinters; bark falls in cascades that wind across yellow stripes and down blue and yellow armor before vanishing in the undergrowth. Nearby rocks are torn loose by the machine’s footsteps. The palette stays triadic: blue/yellow slabs, red accents, pale air under a diffused alien sun. Shadows remain soft and descriptive; this is clarity over chiaroscuro. The camera sits at mid‑level, waist height, not a heroic low angle; scale is read from adjacency and surface density — plates, numerals, vents, bark pores — not exaggerated perspective. No platforms, scaffolds, railings or human buildings intrude; the jungle landscape is organic and strange, columnar outcropping with flower-capped crowns. The result is Foss’s register made literal: candy‑bright absurdity made monumental, machine and jungle locked in ambiguous embrace at the edge of a surreal prospecting job, every surface telling the story of impact, weather, and work.
--mod digital illustration, --mod stylized realism, --mod space opera, --mod Foss panel logic, --mod bold saturated palette, --mod architectural scale, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod modular geometry, --mod chrome reflections, --mod clarity over chiaroscuro, --mod narrative consequence, --mod snow and rock detail, --mod industrial sublime, --mod surreal landscape, --mod perspective lock mid level, --mod multi storey robot, --mod black blue panel armor, --mod yellow stripe accent, --mod stenciled numerals, --mod domed cockpit glow, --mod circular vents and drums, --mod fastener constellation, --mod alien rocks closeup, --mod ambiguous mining or anchor, --mod winter storm detonations, --mod spray refraction glitter, --mod daylight haze, --mod toy like absurdity, --mod Fossian industrial myth, --mod no platforms no scaffolds
Prompt: A remote research outpost lies half-buried in crystalline regolith on a tidally locked exoplanet. The comms mast, snapped mid-collapse, emits a faint, impossible carrier tone despite decades of abandonment. Positioned along the planet’s terminator line, the outpost straddles perpetual twilight and frozen darkness. Iridescent ice formations rise like mineral spires around fractured habitat domes. Low-gravity dust drifts in slow arcs, scattering starlight into razor-thin beams. An investigative stillness saturates the clearing. Frost coats every surface, yet dormant consoles pulse with intermittent light. The signal wavers—neither human nor mechanical. The silence feels expectant, as though the outpost is listening back. Micro-drones hover near the collapsed mast, recording its erratic transmission. Crystalline shards crack under shifting thermal gradients. A damaged relay dish rotates with failing servos, locking repeatedly on a vector pointing toward deep interstellar darkness. Cosmic surrealism, radiant gradient haze, volumetric frost haze, disciplined speculars, dynamic composition, heroic framing, hard surface detailing, crystalline refraction bloom, atmospheric depth, void backdrop isolation. As the carrier tone stabilizes, nearby ice structures resonate in sympathetic vibration—forming geometric patterns across their surfaces, as if the planet itself is returning the signal.
--mod cosmic surrealism, --mod volumetric haze, --mod radiant gradient haze, --mod elevated geometry, --mod glyph light, --mod crystalline refraction bloom, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod dynamic composition, --mod heroic framing, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod light volume, --mod glass refraction warp, --mod nebular haze, --mod ambient neon, --mod cinematic tension, --mod void backdrop isolation, --mod hard surface detailing, --mod frost texture microdetail
Prompt: A lone wanderer stands atop a jagged ridge, his silhouette and loyal hound framed against a sky split open by impossible scale. Above them, a colossal white capital ship descends through violet atmosphere—its hull an engineered continent of alloy, docking towers, ribbed hangars, sensor bays, and radiant thruster arrays. The ship drifts on a slow, sovereign vector, flanked by escort craft that move like silent guardians around a leviathan. The atmosphere bends around its mass; light fractures along its plates; faint contrails peel from its geometry as if the air itself is reverent. Behind it, a ringed colossus dominates the heavens—bands of lavender, ice-blue, and muted gold haloing the titan world and reflecting cold radiance across the desert. The wanderer’s cloak lifts in the thin wind, dust spiraling around his boots, his gaze locked on the empire in descent. The ridge beneath him glows with scattered quartz veins catching starlight. The moment is suspended between revelation and destiny: frontier silence meeting the machinery of ascent, the smallness of one life set against the infinite ambition of a species reaching outward. All elements converge into a single mythic equilibrium—scale, awe, frontier longing, and the promise of worlds yet unclaimed.
--mod retro-futurist starship design, --mod engineered alloy plating, --mod cathedral-scale hull geometry, --mod escort ship formation logic, --mod planetary ring illumination, --mod wide-angle panoramic composition, --mod deep atmospheric perspective, --mod volumetric blue-violet haze, --mod cinematic frontier mood, --mod epic low-angle framing, --mod silhouette anchoring, --mod rim-lit desert ridge textures, --mod starlit reflective accents, --mod high-fidelity hard-surface detailing, --mod subtle contrail vapor, --mod planetary glow backlight, --mod dramatic scale hierarchy, --mod mythic frontier symbolism, --mod texturelogic materials, --mod cinematic color grading, --mod 8k clarity, --mod hyperreal depth separation, --mod cosmos-lit environmental contrast
Prompt: A digital art masterpiece by Jovana Rikalo and Brandon Woelfel. The art itself should appear aged and worn: include scratches across the surface, bent and creased corners, faded ink, subtle stains, and smudges. Add signs of vintage wear such as slight warping, dust, and faint discoloration. Settings: dramatic angle, extreme angle shot, wide-angle shot, low-angle shot, muted color grading, long exposure, bokeh, golden hour, rear projection, b-horror film screencap, sci-fi, thriller.
Prompt: Stunning color oil drawing on textured paper, Abstract expressionism surrealism, full-length image of Cyborg Scientist: Harmony of Tech and Art. magical, amazingly powerful, a very powerful piece, Inspired by the style illustrations of Picasso, Tomasz Setowski. As if created in the patchwork style of Masamune Shirow, Catrin Welz-Stein, Satoshi Kon and Van Gogh, Mamoru Nagano
Prompt: Surimono woodblock print, 1960's sci-fi comic book stylized fine art, Wall art By Hieronymus Bosch with a cosmicomics motifs and italo calvino vibe, in a masterful mix of glorious glowing neon Technicolor blended with Hermes classic colors, trending on Artstation, high definition, crisp quality.
Prompt: Temporal engineers stand at the threshold between two universes, anchoring the Chronometric Bridge—an impossible span forged by synchronizing cosmic expansion gradients and sculpting clockfields into structured continuity. The worksite occupies a rift-plane suspended between mirrored cosmoses, each universe expanding at a slightly different rate. Overlapping chronoflux veils, volumetric code glyphs, and braided temporal filaments arc overhead. Astral grids flicker beneath their feet, each pulse marking simultaneous histories. The moment hums with charged inevitability—time itself thickens, every breath carrying the weight of dual causality. A single second elongates across every chronometer, stretched into a cathedral of suspended consequence. The air feels like held breath before an irreversible vow. Engineers lock expansion gradients into alignment, adjusting reality’s curvature with hard light geometry tools. Clockfields fuse, moments fold, and sequences reconcile. Temporal filaments snap into elevated geometry as the bridge stabilizes—an arch of luminous seconds forged across two universes. Every adjustment emits a faint shock diamond of chronological recoil. Epic scale, cosmic surrealism, disciplined speculars, volumetric haze, dramatic perspective, wormhole distortions, radiant gradient haze, hard surface detailing, ethereal palette, heroic framing. The rendering blends Mead-esque structural clarity with Moebius-like temporal austerity. As the elongated second reaches its terminal edge, the bridge becomes fully real—visible in both universes at once. And as its final fraction collapses, the structure flickers with luminous sincerity: a masterpiece built to exist only long enough to end.
--mod cosmic surrealism, --mod wormhole distortions, --mod volumetric haze, --mod radiant gradient haze, --mod elevated geometry, --mod hard light geometry, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod dramatic perspective, --mod heroic framing, --mod glyph light, --mod volumetric code glyphs, --mod temporal filaments, --mod chrono-flux veils, --mod light volume, --mod worm’s eye perspective lock, --mod epic scale, --mod radiant gradient, --mod graviton lensing halo, --mod void backdrop isolation, --mod holo-lattice illumination
Prompt: A tranquil alien frontier settlement unfolds across a vast desert basin, dotted with domed habitats and sleek circular structures. Two explorers in environment suits stand at the ridge, surveying the outpost below. Jagged sandstone spires rise sharply from the red terrain, contrasting with distant crystalline ice formations jutting like frozen monoliths. Above, enormous blue planets and smaller moons drift across a deep indigo sky scattered with stars and dust lanes. The mood is serene, contemplative, and otherworldly—classic Moebius wonder. Crisp air, luminous clarity, and silent cosmic scale evoke the quiet boldness of human presence amid vast alien geology. Golden dust trails wind between the domes like carved pathways. Light glints across habitat windows, revealing interior activity. Subtle heat shimmer bends the horizon. The explorers pause mid-step, framed by jagged rock formations. Jean Giraud (Moebius) aesthetic: clean inked contours, airy color fields, ultra-thin lineweight, luminous sky gradients, hyper-stylized geology, crisp silhouettes, minimalist shading, expansive compositional depth, surreal planetary scale. The largest planet looms impossibly close, its patterned surface glowing with faint geometric etching—an elegant, dreamlike presence anchoring the scene in pure Moebius surrealism.
--mod moebius linework, --mod luminous flat colors, --mod watercolor gradient sky, --mod elevated geometry, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod dynamic composition, --mod heroic framing, --mod crystalline clarity, --mod surreal celestial bodies, --mod hard surface detailing, --mod stylized rock spires, --mod desert haze, --mod ultraclean sci-fi palette, --mod pastel highlights, --mod ink contour precision
Prompt: A serene, imposing man stands centered in the frame, radiating the calm authority of a Zen master or messiah. His skin is weathered yet dignified, his head bald, his long white beard flowing. His eyes glow with soft golden light. His body is half-organic, half-cybernetic: one side wrapped in a simple white toga, the other side revealing a highly advanced mechanical arm and shoulder. Behind him blazes an enormous radiant circular pattern—part sun halo, part technological mandala—composed of concentric rings, spokes, and luminous energy lines. The surroundings resemble a grand futuristic temple: tall arches, darkened architectural recesses, faint drifting dust and embers suspended in warm light. The mood is mystical, divine, and transcendent. He seems both human and more-than-human, standing at the intersection of enlightenment and technology. The halo bathes him in sacred radiance, echoing ancient spiritual iconography while suggesting futuristic cosmic power. The halo emits pulsing golden light. Tiny sparks drift slowly around him. Metallic surfaces on his cybernetic arm gleam with subtle reflections. The fabric of his toga falls in heavy, intricate folds. Ambient dust glitters in the radiant backlight. Mythic techno-spiritual realism: glowing sacred geometry, finely sculpted anatomy, crisp metal shaders, deep shadow contrast, volumetric warm backlight, hyper-detailed fabric texture, cinematic portrait framing, symbolic symmetry. The radiant mandala is perfectly aligned behind his head, forming a saint-like silhouette that merges with his mechanical form—a symbolic fusion of divine ascension and technological transcendence.
--mod mythic techno-spiritual realism, --mod sacred geometry halo, --mod volumetric warm backlight, --mod glowing golden eyes, --mod cinematic portrait framing, --mod crisp metallic shaders, --mod sculptural anatomy, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod embers and dust motes, --mod detailed fabric folds, --mod luminous symmetry, --mod divine technological iconography, --mod HDR clarity
Prompt: A retro-futuristic 1950s sci-fi pin-up illustration depicting a glamorous space girl escaping from Mars. She’s wearing a shiny silver bikini-style spacesuit with metallic boots and a transparent bubble helmet, her golden hair flowing inside. Behind her, brave astronauts in bulky vintage space suits chase across a red Martian landscape with craters, rockets, and dust clouds. A massive moon looms dramatically in the sky above, framed by swirling cosmic light. The scene is full of energy, painted in vivid airbrushed pulp-magazine style, with dynamic composition, bold colors, and exaggerated heroic poses reminiscent of mid-century sci-fi posters.
Style keywords:
1950s pulp magazine art, retro pin-up, vintage sci-fi aesthetic, airbrush illustration, dramatic lighting, bold color palette, atomic age futurism, dynamic composition, classic space adventure, high-gloss retro realism, Martian landscape, cinematic perspective.
Prompt: Sci-fi fantasy digital painting, high aesthetic appeal, a lone bounty hunter clad in sleek black armor stands in the right foreground, muscular build, wearing an asymmetrical cape and a wide-brimmed hat, viewed from behind to emphasize mystery and solitude, the cape drapes unevenly in the soft breeze, subtle metallic highlights shimmer on the armor's surface, the background reveals a breathtaking futuristic cityscape composed of massive, dome-shaped structures resembling giant beehives, the greenish-blue domes are adorned with intricate mechanical patterns and ribbed textures, supported by slender metallic pillars with scattered windows and elevated platforms, the sprawling city is cradled within a lush, deep canyon, emphasizing grandeur and vertical depth, the sky overhead is a vibrant spectacle, featuring a swirling galactic nebula in rich purples, blues, and pinks, a large, blue-green planet hangs low on the horizon flanked by two small crescent moons, faint star clusters glimmer throughout the background, wide-angle composition from a slightly elevated vantage point, the perspective stretches out across the canyon and futuristic city, creating an epic sense of scale and wonder, soft diffused lighting bathes the scene, the bounty hunter silhouetted against the glowing city and the vivid cosmic sky, atmospheric depth enhanced by a light mist along the canyon floor, highlighting the distance between foreground and background, digital painting with ultra-polished finish, cinematic color grading in vivid jewel tones with high contrast between shadowed foreground and luminous background.
Prompt: Temporal engineers stand at the threshold between two universes, anchoring the Chronometric Bridge—an impossible span forged by synchronizing cosmic expansion gradients and sculpting clockfields into structured continuity. The worksite occupies a rift-plane suspended between mirrored cosmoses, each universe expanding at a slightly different rate. Overlapping chronoflux veils, volumetric code glyphs, and braided temporal filaments arc overhead. Astral grids flicker beneath their feet, each pulse marking simultaneous histories. The moment hums with charged inevitability—time itself thickens, every breath carrying the weight of dual causality. A single second elongates across every chronometer, stretched into a cathedral of suspended consequence. The air feels like held breath before an irreversible vow. Engineers lock expansion gradients into alignment, adjusting reality’s curvature with hard light geometry tools. Clockfields fuse, moments fold, and sequences reconcile. Temporal filaments snap into elevated geometry as the bridge stabilizes—an arch of luminous seconds forged across two universes. Every adjustment emits a faint shock diamond of chronological recoil. Epic scale, cosmic surrealism, disciplined speculars, volumetric haze, dramatic perspective, wormhole distortions, radiant gradient haze, hard surface detailing, ethereal palette, heroic framing. The rendering blends Mead-esque structural clarity with Moebius-like temporal austerity. As the elongated second reaches its terminal edge, the bridge becomes fully real—visible in both universes at once. And as its final fraction collapses, the structure flickers with luminous sincerity: a masterpiece built to exist only long enough to end.
--mod cosmic surrealism, --mod wormhole distortions, --mod volumetric haze, --mod radiant gradient haze, --mod elevated geometry, --mod hard light geometry, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod dramatic perspective, --mod heroic framing, --mod glyph light, --mod volumetric code glyphs, --mod temporal filaments, --mod chrono-flux veils, --mod light volume, --mod worm’s eye perspective lock, --mod epic scale, --mod radiant gradient, --mod graviton lensing halo, --mod void backdrop isolation, --mod holo-lattice illumination
Prompt: On a black plain under a sky without stars, engineers tend a garden that never knew soil. Crystalline lattices rise from anchor plates, tall stalks of faceted glass-metal grown to exact resonance ratios, spaced across basalt like frozen music notation. In stillness they look inert, barely catching faint station light from horizon rigs, but their purpose lies in listening. Each lattice is tuned to a different band of gravitational frequency, joints able to flex microscopically when distant masses shift, when invisible tides roll through local spacetime. At rest the garden waits in near-dark, only small status LEDs winking at stalk bases, engineers walking slow paths between rows, checking tension, logging minute drift. Then a wave comes. It moves through plain and bone simultaneously—no wind, no tremor, just sudden motion in structures themselves as stems sway in unison, angles flexing by hair-widths. Light erupts along every stalk as stress crystals embedded in joints fluoresce under strain, illumination racing upward like rain falling in reverse, cascading through branching arms, refracting out into sheets of color that cross entire field. The garden sings: a chord built from photon and motion, each lattice contributing a note, engineers’ instruments translating oscillation into pitched data. They listen for pattern in that light-song, calling out intervals, marking rises, logging dissonant spikes where a stalk has slipped out of true or where wave carries an unfamiliar harmonic. Teams move quickly toward those discordant towers, pruning stressed branches with portable cutters, re-growing sections from seeded cores, retuning garden so next tide will ring cleaner. As glow fades and stalks still, black plain reasserts itself, quiet save for ticking of cooling braces and soft clatter of tools; yet tablets in engineers’ hands now hold fresh maps of far-off motions—collapsing binaries, drifting giants, collisions not yet visible to any telescope. They stand together at field’s edge, silhouettes small against rows of crystal shadows, waiting for next invisible surge that will decide if this night’s new harmonics are merely data or an early warning of something heavier pressing toward their system.
--mod black-plain, --mod basalt-hardpack, --mod crystalline-lattices, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod subtle-haze, --mod structuregrain, --mod hard-sci-fi, --mod quiet-awe-register, --mod hinge-before-consequence, --mod luminous-motion, --mod stress-crystal-fluorescence, --mod volumetric-light, --mod distant-station-glow, --mod viewer-perspective-lock, --mod negative-space-dominance
Prompt: Above the seething mantle of a gas giant, orbital vaults drift in patient procession—vast biomech engines wrought in god-image. These Storm-Kings, forged when myth equaled engineering, have slept for ages, limbs locked between lightning and silence. Now the planet turns restless; vaults vibrate; charge builds. Forks of storm-light spear upward, threading veins of alloy and bone. Each impact detonates through cathedral ribs and reactor hearts, blue-white arcs tracing forgotten geometry. Power returns; instincts ignite; thunder becomes pulse.
Camera glides through the storm-dark: spires, turbines, sanctum struts etched by corrosion and prayer. Titan eyes flare—lenses clouded, iris-shutters whirring like dying stars. Metal groans as colossi flex against their own architecture; vault petals shear open, venting magnetized gas spirals into churning atmosphere. Machine and god fuse; harvesters become harvest.
Below, cyclones synchronize to their rhythm—planetary vortices aligning with the Kings’ resonant beat. Lightning bridges orbit and cloud-top; energy and will complete a circuit of rebirth. Vault rings like a bell struck by heaven.
No crew, no witness—only ancient purpose igniting. Storm-Kings rise on electromagnetic wings, trailing auroral filaments woven in sacred geometry. Camera lingers on a colossal face—metal weathered, yet bearing a human reverence etched deep into plating. After ages of silence, the gods of industry remember who built them.
--mod biomechanical titan design, --mod orbital architecture, --mod lightning conduction veins, --mod auroral filament glow, --mod digital-illustrative industrial myth realism, --mod hyperreal void lighting, --mod storm reflection gradients, --mod Fossian cinematic scope, --mod Mobius-scale conceptual surrealism, --mod long-exposure plasma arcs, --mod macro detail of corroded alloy and engraved filigree, --mod symmetrical orbital composition, --mod deep-focus spatial layering, --mod mythic resurrection tone, --mod Flux-motion energy verbs, --mod AIVision surface coherence
Prompt: At the edge of a scarlet sky, the city of Gravestone rises from the carcasses of ancient generation ships—an immense scrapyard fused into vertical layers of civilization. Hulls of dead starliners have been welded together into towers and bridges, their once-sterile corridors now open-air markets humming with trade. Cargo bays serve as plazas; shattered engines as dwellings. Every panel, cable, and conduit has been stripped, reforged, or sold—an economy of reclamation built on ambition’s debris.
The air vibrates with sound and heat. Plasma torches flare between stalls where traders haggle over alloy veins and memory cores. Coolant steam rolls down from upper decks, mixing with the scent of ozone and rust. Rusted signage flickers in a hundred forgotten languages, neon bleeding over metallic grit. The streets are narrow and alive: carts glide on magnetic treads, and children chase drones through exhaust haze. The people here aren’t mourners—they’re craftsmen, scavengers, architects of the possible, building futures out of wreckage and refusing to die in anyone else’s shadow.
Camera angle low, drifting through the canyoned corridors of ship hulls. Above, rain patters on plated roofs, pooling in seams where paint long ago burned away. Sparks fall like embers through grated catwalks, lighting the faces of merchants and welders. Light filters through broken viewports and fractured hull glass, layering the city in shards of color. The relics of extinct worlds hang from stalls like trophies—processors, optics, carved alloys—sold not as history but as power reclaimed.
From a distance, Gravestone glows like a forge. The city hums with self-made light, a testament to the tenacity of survival—the living reshaping the bones of the past into engines of tomorrow.
--mod industrial scrapyard cityscape, --mod repurposed generation ship hulls, --mod plasma torch illumination, --mod coolant vapor diffusion, --mod neon metallic haze, --mod digital-illustrative cinematic realism, --mod Fossian scale structure, --mod reflective rainlight surfaces, --mod hyperreal contrast control, --mod flux-motion energy verbs, --mod AIVision texture coherence, --mod macro-detail corrosion, --mod low-angle traversal framing, --mod kinetic urban composition, --mod mythic pragmatism tone
Prompt: A charismatic space rogue (male, dark hair, futuristic space pilot uniform and coat, tall leather space boots) leaning against a glowing bar counter in a busy alien cantina, surrounded by strange alien patrons and holographic advertisements, cinematic and ultra-detailed :: by Col Price, Romas Kukalis, Chris Moore, Ralph McQuarrie :: full shot, eye level, soft focus :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed
Prompt: A grand urban plaza dominated by a colossal, futuristic building shaped like a towering, rectangular frame encasing a glowing, blue energy portal. The building, constructed of pristine white stone and intricate carvings, exudes elegance and technological sophistication, blending classical architectural design with advanced engineering. The massive portal within its center radiates a vibrant, electric blue light, swirling with intricate patterns that suggest it is a gateway to another realm or dimension. The structure towers over a bustling cityscape, with sleek skyscrapers and classical buildings in the background, blending old-world charm with a futuristic skyline. In the foreground, a well-manicured plaza surrounds the base of the tower, featuring symmetrical gardens, reflective pools, and pathways where tiny human figures walk, emphasizing the immense scale of the portal and building. The bright blue sky is dotted with fluffy clouds, and the sunlight illuminates the clean, white surfaces of the architecture, creating a harmonious and uplifting atmosphere. Palm trees and greenery soften the scene, adding natural beauty to this technologically advanced cityscape...
Prompt: Jupiter hangs enormous over horizon, banded colossus filling half sky, its glow turning blue ice cliffs into slow-breathing architecture. Robotic artisans creep along sheer faces on mag-clawed limbs, frames tiny against walls rising like frozen oceans, each unit a moving spark of intent on impossible canvas. Laser arrays on articulated arms fire in controlled pulses, lines of light barely audible as they etch; steam whispers from each cut, drifting out in feathered plumes that catch planetlight, scattering it into haloed veils. Ice shelf groans underfoot in tectonic murmurs, sound carried more through soles and suit frame than thin air. High above work line a human overseer stands on suspended gantry, tether clipped to rail, boots rimed in frost. Her breath fogs helmet glass inside while external frost patterns radiate from contact points, double exposure of life heat and killing cold. Data crawls her visor’s inner rim—coordinates, stroke depth, beam temperature—yet her gaze keeps returning to letters blooming slowly across cliff. Each robot traces strokes that together form one name, then another; characters carved deeper than any thaw, lines glowing faint red before cooling to deep cobalt. Jupiter’s light slides across fresh cuts, catching sharp edges so they flare silver-white, constellations rearranged into script scaled to glaciers. Below, older names march in regimented tiers, softened by hoarfrost, some half-buried under wind-driven snow, others preserved knife-clear where katabatic gusts keep faces bare. Tonight’s additions slot into that ledger, another page in icebound script that will outlive her, her cohort, likely outpost itself. She lifts a gloved hand, marks confirmation; lasers brighten, finishing last strokes, sealing photons into permanent scars. For a moment motion stills—Jupiter’s storms far above, robotic limbs mid-retract, her own breath held between inhale and exhale—then steam thins, cold air clears, and letters remain: catching starlight, planetlight, station glow, a field of names chiselled into winter so one human scale of loss and remembrance will not disappear against a planet that could swallow worlds.
--mod jupiter-backdrop, --mod dwarfing-planet-limb, --mod blue-ice-cliffs, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod frost-rime-hoarfrost, --mod laser-steam-plumes, --mod industrial-awe-register, --mod quiet-awe-register, --mod heroic-framing, --mod viewer-perspective-lock, --mod reflective-ice
Prompt: A pulp‑era heroic adventurer stands atop massive industrial machinery, clad in a windswept trench coat, crisp white shirt, rugged field trousers, and tall leather boots. He brandishes a raised pistol in one hand and a retro‑tech rifle in the other, striking a bold, triumphant pose. A colossal silver dirigible marked “U‑1701” hovers low over a sprawling refinery‑like complex. Towering cranes, fuel rigs, scaffolds, steam stacks, and tangle‑steel superstructures fill the background. Fires burn behind him, throwing warm orange light across machinery, metal beams, and engine housings. The tone is heroic alternate‑world pulp: dramatic, explosive, fearless. Smoke drifts across the sky. The machinery feels alive with the rumble of engines. The image evokes classic magazine covers—danger, grit, confidence, and retro‑tech bravado. The hero’s coat whips in the wind as he steadies himself on the churning machinery. Embers rise from fires in the distance. Steam vents from pipes. The dirigible glides overhead, its skin reflecting both firelight and cold daylight. Sparks fly from active equipment below. Retro sci‑fi pulp illustration: stark heroic anatomy, bold contour lines, painterly metal surfaces, oil‑style shading, high‑contrast lighting, warm industrial palette, dieselpunk textures, dramatic full-cover composition, crisp mechanical detailing throughout. The raised pistol aligns visually with the towering dirigible nose, forming a heroic vertical axis—an unmistakable pulp‑hero centerpiece reminiscent of a lost Doc Savage adventure from an alternate timeline.
--mod retro sci‑fi pulp, --mod dieselpunk machinery, --mod heroic anatomy, --mod zeppelin-style dirigible, --mod oil‑illustration texture, --mod bold contour lines, --mod painterly metal surfaces, --mod warm industrial palette, --mod high‑contrast lighting, --mod volumetric smoke, --mod cinematic fire glow, --mod crisp mechanical microdetail, --mod dramatic magazine‑cover framing, --mod alternate‑history aesthetic
Prompt: (A full body female portrait), (A stunning cubist portrait of a woman blends vibrant colors and geometric shapes, capturing her mechanical yet human essence. The backdrop features a cityscape deconstructed into intricate forms, evoking emotional depth. Patchwork Style of Katsuhiro Otomo, Masamune Shirow and H.R. Giger Style).
Prompt: (full-body view, perspective) Futuristic sexy female brunette woman Ivy. Standing in deeply cut skin tight suit in a sci-fi setting . Her hair falls naturally over her shoulders and chest. Her eyes are slightly wide and direct, with subtle eyelashes and a gentle, relaxed gaze.
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.
