Prompt: Isolated figure in a vast icy landscape, snow-covered mountains, frozen tundra, distant horizon, polar night sky with auroras, desolate and serene, person in heavy winter gear, deep shadows and highlights, high contrast, surreal atmosphere, minimalist style, inspired by Caspar David Friedrich, 4K resolution, icy blues, whites, grays, and hints of purple, dramatic lighting casting long shadows.
Prompt: Daily Commute: Show individuals in various modes of transport on their way to work in an urban setting. Employ Gustave Courbet's realistic portrayal of urban life, enhanced by Jean-François Millet’s focus on the interaction between light and shadow.
Prompt: a woman resembling venom, Open mouth, tongue, shadow veiling her eyes, Long Hair, Horns, blushed smiling, Excited, Venom by Conrad Roset, pop art, pop surrealism, dark color graded, very detailed 3d effect, deep image visualisation, extreme depth of field, create a pop-art hyperpunk scene with desaturated dark yellow and neon-green details, with vibrant colors, vacations, high resolution, small, selective focus, european film, sexual advance, closeup
Prompt: a woman resembling venom, Open mouth, tongue, shadow veiling her eyes, Long Hair, Horns, blushed smiling, Excited, Venom by Conrad Roset, pop art, pop surrealism, dark color graded, very detailed 3d effect, deep image visualisation, extreme depth of field, create a pop-art hyperpunk scene with desaturated dark yellow and neon-green details, with vibrant colors, vacations, high resolution, small, selective focus, european film, sexual advance, closeup
Prompt: Graphite color pencil drawing on extremely textured paper of a ground level view angled from the perspective of a toy on a table diorama of a hand painted illustration of a extremely tall distorted crooked old man with a sour face in a suit walking down the shadowy souterrain where the shadow on the wall closely follows behind, reaching for the viewer
Prompt: Café Terrace at Night: Create a lively café scene at night, focusing on the interplay of artificial light and the evening ambiance. Mimic Claude Monet’s use of light and shadow, complemented by Edgar Degas’ portrayal of seated figures and their interactions.
Prompt: Upper body figure of a very tired, sweaty, brown-skinned, beautiful young ancient Egyptian female laborer, resting in the shadow of a dark building with hieroglyphics and in the shade of an oasis tree. Slightly toned arms. She is sitting and drinking water. Orientalist realistic oil painting style. Sunlight through palm trees.
Prompt: It does feel as if a map were being unfolded at our feet, a map to step into through which we enter into the terrain it depicts. Leaving behind the sensation mirrored in the unfolding of creatures capable of appearing any time. Shadow dimension.
Prompt: Hidden Flame
In silence my shadow trembles beside you,
And in your eyes a sparkling heat creeps,
Whenever I look towards you,
As the flame in my heart secretly wields.
Your movements light, your gesture subtle,
Like a dream that shines in the night's starlight,
Though I speak no word,
It's a fire in my soul all the days.
But I carry this desire quietly,
Like a wind that whispers in the night,
The thoughts hidden deep in my heart,
Still alive, though you don't know it, I.
Q
Prompt: Hidden Flame
In silence my shadow trembles beside you,
And in your eyes a sparkling heat creeps,
Whenever I look towards you,
As the flame in my heart secretly wields.
Your movements light, your gesture subtle,
Like a dream that shines in the night's starlight,
Though I speak no word,
It's a fire in my soul all the days.
But I carry this desire quietly,
Like a wind that whispers in the night,
The thoughts hidden deep in my heart,
Still alive, though you don't know it, I.
Q
Prompt: Hidden Flame
In silence my shadow trembles beside you,
And in your eyes a sparkling heat creeps,
Whenever I look towards you,
As the flame in my heart secretly wields.
Your movements light, your gesture subtle,
Like a dream that shines in the night's starlight,
Though I speak no word,
It's a fire in my soul all the days.
But I carry this desire quietly,
Like a wind that whispers in the night,
The thoughts hidden deep in my heart,
Still alive, though you don't know it, I.
Q
Prompt: A lone woman in a beautiful spring coat, Autumn trees line the street that glows from the full moon, that cast's a glow on the fallen leaves, evening, mist.
Prompt: Light Corridor: A long, narrow corridor illuminated by a series of carefully positioned light panels that create a rhythmic pattern of light and shadow. The walls and ceiling are matte white, enhancing the contrast between the bright light and the deep shadows. The light panels are embedded in the walls, creating a seamless integration of light and architecture. As the viewer moves through the corridor, the light patterns shift, creating a dynamic experience of movement and change. James Turrell’s influence is evident in the precise control of light and space, while Robert Irwin’s touch is seen in the subtle variations in light intensity that add depth to the corridor.
Prompt: Architectural Precision: A hyperrealistic depiction of a modern architectural structure, showcasing intricate details of the building’s design and materials. The painting captures the textures and reflections of glass, steel, and concrete, creating a lifelike portrayal of the structure. The use of light and shadow adds depth and realism, emphasizing the precision and beauty of the architecture. The color palette includes realistic shades of gray, blue, and metallic tones, highlighting the modernity of the scene.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds.
Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos.
Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure.
She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet embrace of night, where stars whisper ancient desires, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, bathed in the sultry glow of twilight. Her skin, smooth as marble kissed by the first blush of dawn, radiates a sensual glow, a dream spun from silver and shadow that lingers between worlds.
Her hair flows like a river of molten starlight, an endless cascade of silver and gold that sways with the seductive murmurs of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, entangled with the elusive secrets of the cosmos.
Her eyes, deep wells of lunar mystery, hold the infinite allure of the night sky, glimmering with a light that beckons and beguiles. They are the color of eternal twilight, where day surrenders to night—a hue that pulses with quiet power and undeniable allure.
She is draped in robes spun from the very fabric of the heavens, diaphanous and flowing, tinted with the seductive hues of the first frost or the palest seafoam. These ethereal garments cling to her form like mist, revealing her curves with tantalizing subtlety, leaving an intoxicating aura of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's light, cradling her forehead like a lover’s caress. The air around her is cool and fragrant, imbued with the intoxicating scent of night-blooming flowers and the soft, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by ethereal horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but seem to carry it with them, their breath like the sultry sighs of stars. She embodies a divine sensuality, a silent seductress of the night, whose presence invites the world into a realm of intimate dreams, watching over all with a love as deep and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: Beneath the velvet canopy of night, where stars weave tales in whispers, she emerges—the Moon Goddess, Selene, draped in the silken glow of twilight. Her skin, pale as marble kissed by the gentlest dawn, radiates a light that is neither of this world nor the next, but something in between—a dream of silver and shadow.
Her hair cascades like a river of molten starlight, flowing endlessly, a cascade of silver and gold that dances with the whispers of the night breeze. Each strand shimmers, catching the light of distant galaxies, and within it, the secrets of the cosmos are spun and held, tender and elusive.
Her eyes, deep pools of lunar mystery, hold the infinite depth of the night sky, shimmering with a light that is both comforting and unknowable. They are the color of the endless twilight, where the day surrenders to the night, a hue of quiet power and gentle grace.
She is adorned in robes spun from the fabric of the heavens themselves, diaphanous and flowing, the color of the first frost, or the palest seafoam. The garments cling to her form like mist, revealing just enough to tantalize, yet hiding more, leaving an air of sacred mystery in her wake.
Upon her brow rests a crescent diadem, a sliver of the moon's own light, cradling her forehead like a tender promise. Around her, the air is cool and fragrant, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers and the faint, melodic hum of the universe in motion.
Selene glides across the sky in her silver chariot, drawn by horses whose hooves do not disturb the night, but rather, seem to carry it with them, their breath like the exhale of stars. She is the embodiment of serene beauty, a silent guardian of the night, whose presence lulls the world into gentle dreams, as she watches over all with a love as endless and enigmatic as the Moon itself.
Prompt: "I'll Show You Terror In A Handfull Of Dust". Art by Neil Gaiman a drawing of a man with a cape and a hand full of falling sand, the sandman from graphic novel, an epic portrayal of the sandman, comics sandman, the sandman, sandman, surreal Neil Gaiman's sandman, black cloak from neck to ankles, sandman endless, portrait of destiny from sandman
Prompt: Culinary Delight: A hyperrealistic close-up of a gourmet dish, capturing the textures and details of the ingredients. The painting emphasizes the vivid colors and freshness of the food, making it appear almost edible. The realistic depiction of light and shadow adds depth and dimension, enhancing the lifelike quality. The color palette includes rich, natural hues and vibrant shades, highlighting the beauty and detail of the culinary creation.
Prompt: A magical butterfly with vibrant yellow wings. Her flight accumulates static electricity, making sand and small leaves to orbit around the butterfly. Ir lives in semi arid regions.
Prompt: In the depths of mythology, there exists the chilling legend of the Demon of Time, a haunting specter cloaked in darkness, its sinister silhouette draped in an ominous hood. With bony fingers gnarled and twisted like the branches of a gnarled tree, it lurks within the shadows, an eternal guardian of the master clock. Its relentless gaze fixates upon the clock's hands, as it pushes them forward with an unyielding determination, driving the inexorable march of time itself. Each movement is accompanied by an eerie whisper, a foreboding murmur that echoes through the corridors of eternity. Those who dare to glimpse its malevolent form are filled with a sense of dread, for they know that the Demon of Time brooks no defiance, and its unyielding will is as implacable as the passage of time it commands.
Prompt: Illustration, comic, style by Louis Wain. Cute cat with black pupils, lying stretched on a natural stone floor, grass in the cracks, leaves and small twigs lying around her
Prompt: Summer’s Radiance: Illustrate a sunlit field of wildflowers, focusing on the texture of the petals and the interplay of light and shadow. Apply Chuck Close's hyper-detailed style to capture the natural scene with the depth of Richard Estes' landscape works.
Prompt: Create an image of a vibrant blue insect with a distinct, segmented body and six articulated legs. The insect has a glossy, almost metallic sheen, with delicate vein-like patterns on its wings. Its head is rounded with small dark eyes. The insect is perched on a surface with an irregular pattern of red and hints of yellow, resembling a mottled autumn leaf. The background is softly blurred with warm tones that suggest a natural, outdoor setting.
Prompt: Une femme debout de dos avec un body noir moulant à col montant, réfléchissant, soulignant sa silhouette. La combinaison s'étend pour couvrir tout sont corp, formant une seconde peau aux textures brillantes et épurées. Elle a un corps long, élancé, extrêmement fin a la taille, avec des anche assez large. Ses jambes sont longue, fine et verticale. Les jambes sont tendue avec des pieds joint qui ont des talons aiguilles de 12cm intégré a sa combinaison. On peu voir la femme en entier car la vue est très reculée. Elle a la tête tourné et regarde dernière elle. Son visage est caucasienne. Le visage est très détaillé une belle femme avec des sourcil long est fin. Cheveux blanc lisse sans frange. Les mur sont noir et le sol est fait de lumière blanche ce qui éclaire le model depuis dessous.
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.
