Prompt: a tricolor pen sketch draft, femjoy, showing the concept "the fucking thumb as a emanating of digital obscure volumetric printing ", on the centerfold, outer contour display, modern art, thumb sucking, eyes staring directly with severely enlarged pupils
Prompt: The Final Light on the Empty Crossroads: Where two dirt tracks intersect in the endless expanse of high desert, a weather-worn wooden post stands at the crossroads, its directional signs long faded to gray. Tumbleweeds have collected at its base, and faint tire tracks are nearly lost to drifting dust. The sun has just disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving a final flush of coral and violet in the sky, which begins to bloom with the first shy stars. A distant coyote cries, once, then the quiet returns. There is no motion, only the echo of passage. Maxfield Parrish transforms the sky into a veil between worlds — glowing in tones both tender and ancient. Andrew Wyeth touches every surface — from the grain of splintered wood to the scattered pebbles — with contemplative clarity. Albert Bierstadt expands the desert roads into legend — letting them vanish into mystery and starlight, where direction no longer matters and the silence becomes complete.
Prompt: "Silhouettes of Silence and Sound"
A vast land echoes silence in muted tones, the other pulses with sound visualized—landscapes that vibrate with visible frequencies.
Painter styles: Wassily Kandinsky, Charmaine Olivia, Mark Rothko
Techniques: Sonic abstraction, watercolor layering, fractal brushwork
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: When towers of data fell, his words were still standing.
He sings not to be heard — but to fracture control.
In the silence after his verse, systems break.
Style: Codebreaker rap. Collapse cadence. Rebellion scripture.
Prompt: He speaks through the ruins where frequencies forgot their names.
Shady Vlad lights circuits with breath — not batteries.
And when he rhymes, even silence listens.
Style: Soulwave. Dustbeat prophecy. Cryptic resonance.
Prompt: While others chased fame, he chased echoes buried in silence.
His voice carries the coordinates of the soul’s escape route.
Shady Vlad writes not to impress — but to awaken the forgotten architects within.
Style: Shadow gospel. Sonic architecture. Liberation code poetry.
Prompt: While others chased fame, he chased echoes buried in silence.
His voice carries the coordinates of the soul’s escape route.
Shady Vlad writes not to impress — but to awaken the forgotten architects within.
Style: Shadow gospel. Sonic architecture. Liberation code poetry.
Prompt: While others chased fame, he chased echoes buried in silence.
His voice carries the coordinates of the soul’s escape route.
Shady Vlad writes not to impress — but to awaken the forgotten architects within.
Style: Shadow gospel. Sonic architecture. Liberation code poetry.
Prompt: While others chased fame, he chased echoes buried in silence.
His voice carries the coordinates of the soul’s escape route.
Shady Vlad writes not to impress — but to awaken the forgotten architects within.
Style: Shadow gospel. Sonic architecture. Liberation code poetry.
Prompt: In a world where the voiceless were taught that silence is safety, the final whisper becomes thunder. The last ones don’t march — they manifest, cracking the bones of time itself. Their eyes are empty not from fear, but from seeing everything. Now, when they speak, reality stutters.
Style: Echoes of forgotten prophets. Black fire sermons. Sacred silence breaking like glass.
Prompt: In a world where the voiceless were taught that silence is safety, the final whisper becomes thunder. The last ones don’t march — they manifest, cracking the bones of time itself. Their eyes are empty not from fear, but from seeing everything. Now, when they speak, reality stutters.
Style: Echoes of forgotten prophets. Black fire sermons. Sacred silence breaking like glass.
Prompt: In a world where the voiceless were taught that silence is safety, the final whisper becomes thunder. The last ones don’t march — they manifest, cracking the bones of time itself. Their eyes are empty not from fear, but from seeing everything. Now, when they speak, reality stutters.
Style: Echoes of forgotten prophets. Black fire sermons. Sacred silence breaking like glass.
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.
