Prompt: In cabin’d ships at sea,
The boundless blue on every side expanding,
With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy’d on the dense marine,
Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails,
She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under
many a star at night,
By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, In full rapport at last.
Prompt: Captain Amara squinted through the salty spray, her weathered hand gripping the ship's wheel. A flash of crimson had caught her eye, bobbing amidst the rolling waves. As the ship crested a swell, she gasped. It wasn't a piece of wreckage, but a heart. A human heart, pulsing with a fiery glow, suspended impossibly in the churning sea.
Panic clawed at Amara's throat. Hearts didn't belong in the ocean, especially not burning ones. But the sight of the desperate glow, the rhythm of the fiery pulse, stirred a deep protectiveness within her. No one, not even a burning heart, deserved such a watery grave.
"Hold her steady!" she roared to her crew, her voice hoarse with the salt-laden wind. "We're going in."
Grumbling echoed amongst the crew, seasoned sailors all who knew the dangers of the open sea. Yet, a silent understanding passed between them and their captain. Amara was a woman who wouldn't leave someone, something, in such a desperate state.
The ship lurched as they steered towards the flaming heart. Heat radiated from it, distorting the air above. Amara felt the sweat prickle on her skin despite the cool sea breeze. Grabbing a thick canvas sailcloth, she braced herself as they drew close.
With a sickening lurch, the ship scraped against the pulsing heart. Amara leaped forward, the sailcloth stretched taut before her. Using a boat hook, she managed to snag the fiery heart, dragging it aboard in a burst of steam.
The deck sizzled beneath the heart's touch. Sailors scrambled back, fear etched on their faces. Amara, however, knelt before the strange object, her gaze locked on the frantic rhythm of its fiery pulse. This wasn't just a heart, it was a life force, flickering and desperate.
Tempest's Embrace: An Awe-Inspiring Illustration of the Sailing Frigate 'Heat of the Seas
Model:
Artistic 2
Size:
896 X 704
(0.63 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: illustration of Jack London’s “Sea Wolf”. Object: sailing frigate name “Ghost”. A highly detailed and dynamic image of an 18th-century style tall ship caught in a severe ocean storm. The scene is set during the late afternoon with rays of sunlight piercing through the tumultuous storm clouds, creating a stark contrast between light and shadow. The ship should have its sails fully unfurled and billowing in the gale, struggling against the might of towering waves that rise like mountains around it. The ocean is a wild churn of dark water, whitecaps, and foam, capturing the violent motion of the storm-tossed sea. Birds are tossed around in the wind, adding to the chaos of the scene. The artwork should invoke a feeling of awe and the sublime power of nature, with a focus on hyper-realistic textures and lighting to give a sense of immersion into the scene.
Prompt: Jesus Christ riding a motorcycle, salvaged treasures from a sunken warship, stormy ocean backdrop, golden sunlight rays, divine aura, chrome accents, leather seat, gold coins, jewels, crashing waves, Renaissance style, deep blues, golds, reds, dynamic composition, detailed textures, high-resolution digital painting, classic religious art with modern twist.
Prompt: A hauntingly beautiful pencil illustration by Edward Gorey, featuring a battered sailor doll with a twisted and emotionless face. The doll is perched atop a pile of rotting wood and rusty ropes, with stormy seas and a dark, ominous sky as the backdrop. The overall atmosphere of the artwork is bleak and dark, evoking a sense of loneliness and dread.
Prompt: Sky ships on their courses sail
Above the road of bone and whale
To roam the seas of darkness wide
With bows of velvet neath the tide
Vessels manned by ghost and ghoul
Homeward bound to sacred rule
To Lonely Island gallantly
To Home that calls above the sea
But deep beneath the sacred ground
A tyrant sleeps toward heaven’s sound
And should by fate he chance to wake
And thence the land with ashes rake
Then dims the homely beacon
Swept off by souls of sin
It wains as it pulls the tide
The call where all the ghouls abide
But some things will and always be
As the sleeping of the sea
And once the tyrant sleeps again
Forgotten then to man
Is the dark side of the moon.
Prompt: Grand galley ship engulfed in Saint Elmo's fire, omnipresent part of a celestial manifest in the heart of a tempestuous ocean, silver hued lightning searing, tendrils of fire dancing upon the sails, churning hatched waves breaking against the hull, digital painting, illusion engine, hyper-realistic spectacle, dramatic stormy backdrop, high tension atmosphere, squeezed aspect rat
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.
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