Prompt: Dark fantasy world desert, watercolor technique, showcases small impoverished village nestled amidst sprawling dunes, palette dominated by dark tones suggesting a bleak atmosphere, shadows playing across the arid landscape, hints of abandoned structures peering through the sands, overall sense of desolation and neglect, ultra fine, dramatic lighting.
Prompt: A mysterious, woman takes a solitary walk through a dense forest. Capture a dreamy atmosphere inspired by soft brushstrokes reminiscent of the Impressionist era, a time when artists used vivid colours and thin brush strokes. The sunlight dapples through the foliage, casting a play of light and shadows around her. She wears a flowing, chiffon dress which flutters as she moves. Illuminate in her hands a vintage film camera, a nod to historical eras of photography. This image should evoke a sense of nostalgic charm coupled with the majesty of nature.
Prompt: Desolate urban alleyway, solitary young woman walking away in the cram, worn-out backpack, tattered sneakers, threadbare attire, returning from night shift, stray feline companion, elongated melancholic shadows, street light illuminating her flowing hair, essence of youthful optimism, dreams of a promising tomorrow, resilience and determination, captivating narrative. the road abover her head rumbles busily the train at the end of the alley speeds by, and crowds fill the platforms at the end of the alley.
Prompt: Create a 2D Art Deco sculpture using rusty orange and oxidized teal/turquoise copper cogs. Incorporate curvilinear shapes influenced by Art Deco/Nouveau and utilising the Fibonacci sequence for proportional changes and their regularity spacing. Add rectilinear shapes inspired by constructivist and futurist art to contrast and balance the design and utilise the golden section pro their proportions and placement
Prompt: Picture in the style of sympunk, cyberpunk, retrofuturism, technoapocalypse. Wide-angle shot, format 16 by 9 Chronicles of the uprising of the Martian colonies. Settlement in the area of the Herschel crater. Marines of the space expeditionary corps are attacked by strange flying machines when landing on the surface from a landing boat.
Prompt: Vicent Deviderio, a mysterious figure in a dimly lit, atmospheric setting, reminiscent of the moody, introspective works of Rembrandt, the dramatic lighting of Caravaggio, and the emotive, expressive brushstrokes of Edvard Munch, with deep shadows, rich textures, and a sense of contemplative introspection.
Prompt: Deserted Nightmare: In the heart of an abandoned city square, he stands like a statue in his dark, blood-streaked suit. The moonlight glistens on his sharpened fangs and the fresh blood at the corners of his lips, daring anyone to approach.
Prompt: Finalize
Make any final adjustments, like fine-tuning the shadows or adding a slight reflection if needed, to make it look like the pendant is part of the original image. Save the final composite image. make the picture with the phonix bird caring a pendant in its mouth
Prompt: The Man’s thin, almost emaciated frame seems to bend under the weight of his own suffering. His skin is ashen and pallid, stretched taut over his bones, and his long, stringy hair falls like a veil over his sunken, dark-circled eyes. His face is etched with lines of chronic pain, and his unshaven stubble gives him a haggard look. He wears dark, nondescript clothing that seems to blend with the shadows around him. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if each step costs him something. When he speaks, his voice is a low, rumbling rasp, hinting at both wisdom and a weariness that spans centuries.
Prompt: Scene 3: The Whisper Begins
Setting: Sarah’s bedroom, second night.
Events: Sarah hears a faint whisper, which grows louder and becomes a soft, pleading voice saying, "Help me..."
Mood: Eerie and suspenseful as Sarah tries to rationalize the voice but feels a growing sense of dread.
Must show girls scared
Prompt: Under cloud, beneath the stars
Over snow and winter's morn
I turn at last to paths that lead home
And though where the road then takes me
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell
Many places I have been
Many sorrows I have seen
But I don't regret
Nor will I forget
All who took that road with me
Prompt: Obsidian Cliffs
Towering cliffs of glossy black obsidian, carved with glowing runes. Humans live in cliffside dwellings and mine the rock for energy. Massive goat-like creatures with golden eyes and stone-like horns climb the steep terrain with ease.
Prompt: Would you be so kind as to think about the question: what would your goodness do if evil did not exist, and what would the earth look like if the shadows disappeared from it? After all, shadows are obtained from objects and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But there are shadows from trees and from living creatures. Don't you want to strip the whole globe, taking away all the trees and all living things from it because of your fantasy to enjoy the naked light?
Prompt: a door with a hole in it and a hole in the wall next to it, cracked varnish, broken leaking cell wall, about to enter doorframe, broken furniture, wood door, water damage, door, wooden casing, humidity mold, wooden furtniture, two wooden wardrobes, photo of poor condition, bottom made half wood, as well as scratches, backpfeifengesicht, a wooden, thick paint visible, in doors, heavy jpeg artifact blurry, old furniture
Prompt: "An old, dilapidated hospital corridor with flickering fluorescent lights. The walls are cracked and stained, and the floor is littered with broken glass and medical equipment. A faint trail of blood leads to a slightly open door at the end of the hallway. Inside the shadows, a ghostly nurse with hollow eyes and a sinister smile holds a scalpel, waiting silently."
Prompt: A dashing rogue cloaked in shadows, wielding a rapier forged from pure darkness. His movements are fluid, his strikes precise, and his charm disarming. Whispers of laughter follow his path, as he slips between dimensions to outwit foes. A trickster of the shadows, his motives remain as enigmatic as the night itself.
Prompt: The forest loomed ahead, an ancient enigma wrapped in an unsettling ambiance. Towering trees stood like sentinels, their bark dark and twisted, draped in thick vines that snaked down to the forest floor. Gnarled roots sprawled across the ground, creating a labyrinth of natural barriers that seemed to shift shadows in the dim light. The leaves above whispered secretively in the cool breeze, their colors a sickly mix of sickly yellow and deep shades of green, occasionally trembling as if something unseen passed beneath them.
As one stepped deeper into the woods, the sunlight struggled to penetrate the dense canopy, casting an otherworldly glow that made everything surreal. Patches of sunlight struggled against the thick foliage, landing like golden islands amidst a sea of darkness. The air was heavy and dense, filled with earthy scents that mingled with the hint of decay, reminding one of the cycle of life and death that played out silently around.
A carpet of damp moss covered the ground, cushioning every footfall while absorbing the dampness in the air. The silence was palpable and suffocating, occasionally broken by the distant call of a raven or the rustle of an unseen creature in the brush. One might imagine the forest holding its breath, waiting for something to disturb its haunting stillness.
As shadows grew longer, the forest transformed; the trees seemed to lean closer, their branches stretching out in a way that felt almost like outstretched arms. The occasional snap of a twig echoed like a gunshot, and the sense of being watched was inescapable. The deeper one wandered, the more the path seemed to twist and turn in unforeseen ways, as if it conspired against anyone daring enough to traverse its depths.
Prompt: a lovecraftian nightmare print in glorious glowing neon Technicolor of a detailed fierce horrific lovecraftian side facing purple old god with wings, compound spider eyes, and tentacles swooping down into an overgrown Ominous Captivating surréalisme jungle temple ruin by Ernst haeckel, to find and chase insane masculine male sorcerer glowing from within while dancing, worshipping and running into the temple . In the style of Alex grey
Prompt: Fragments of a male portrait in the shadows of majestic trees, the ragged edges of the fragments are textured with a golden glow, an emotionally intrigued facial expression, abstraction, a philippine eagle resting in the roots of the trees watching the movements of the shadows. gold leaf abstraction, structured overlays
Prompt: A surreal and bleak scene featuring a pair of 7-inch red high heel shoes, inspired by Bauhaus design. The shoes are set against an industrial backdrop, with shadows and sharp angles that give the image a mysterious and eerie atmosphere. The shoes themselves are adorned with intricate patterns and metallic accents. The overall ambiance of the image is dark and atmospheric, with a sense of tension and unease.
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.
