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.
Prompt: A vast, silent hall made of obsidian and candlelight. In the center, a massive figure of Jesus kneels—not on a throne, but in ashes—eyes closed, one finger pressed to His lips. Around Him, golden mouths float in the air, shattered mid-sentence. Words, frozen in time, drip from them like melted wax. A lamb stands beside Him, wings folded tight, staring straight at the viewer. Above, carved into the darkness, a single glowing phrase:
“Silence is the only offering that hasn’t been corrupted.”
The air feels thick, like it’s waiting for you to stop.
mystyle: Divine stillness. Visual discipline. Holy hush. Judging eyes, broken voices. A moment stretched by guilt and grace.
Prompt: I have a vision… Harmony in motion. Very nice, heart-warming scene. Illustration made with great artistry. Face of a young sensual woman, a finger is placed on her lips, which means silence. Ethereal, volumetric lighting, dreamers, pastel colors. Beautiful illustration of a children's book, 2D, vintage, masterful workmanship, deep colors of a masterpiece, unique painting. Attractive, deep tones, depth, harmony, aesthetics. Glitter subtle zentagle. ¤Granny2024¤. No text. No signature. No frame. No logo. No creatures.
Prompt: A mesmerizing acrylic pointillism painting of the profile of a woman in a flowing, shimmering gown standing under a cosmic night sky, accompanied by a mysterious black cat. The painting is an intricately textured cartoonish scene in the style of Ton Dubbeldam and Ayhan Yavuz that is rich in golden luminescence, with swirling patterns of glowing stars, celestial waves, and intricate dot work that create a dreamlike atmosphere. The background is a deep, velvety black, with vibrant gold, silver, and blue hues enhancing the contrast. The composition blends elements of Art Nouveau, pointillism, and fantasy surrealism. The textures are enhanced using a palette knife for depth, delicate brushwork for fine details, and metallic acrylic paints for a radiant glow
Prompt: Mysterious ocean depths, dark and foreboding, dreams drifting away, soft silence reminiscent of memories, gentle voice singing, unhearable now, struggle to breathe amidst drowning, closed door symbolizing loss, psychosomatic surrealism, naive art style, deep emotional undertones, surreal underwater scene, dreamlike atmosphere, symbolic imagery of doors and drowning, haunting and introspective, subdued color palette of blues and greys, soft lighting to create a sense of mystery and melancholy, by Salvador Dali and Henri Rousseau, Behance, high-resolution digital painting.
Prompt: a comprehensive portrayal of the essence of this poem :
"There is an ocean so dark down below the waves,
Where you watch while these dreams gently float away,
And there is a silence so soft it's only memory,
Like the way your voice always sounds when you sing to me,
But I can't hear it now,
Just tell me how to keep breathing, while pretending I'm not drowning,
I don't know if I could,
I watched a door close for good,
'Cause I couldn't keep it open.", Psychosomatic surrealism, naive art.
Prompt: A conceptual image depicting a plaster bust sculpture of a classical figure, with a hand gently touching the lips, creating a visual metaphor about silence, restraint, or the complexities of self-expression.
Sound Of Silence IX - Because a vision softly creeping ...
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence ...
,charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing,
Sound Of Silence VIII - 'Neath the halo of a street lamp
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: In restless dreams, I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence ...
,charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing,
Sound Of Silence VII - I've come to talk with you again ...
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence ...
,charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing,
Sound Of Silence VI - The words on the prophets are written ...
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: And the people bowed and prayed,
To the [iron] god they made,
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming,
Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written,
on the [cathedral] walls, In [castle] halls".
And whispered in the sound of silence ...
,charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing,
Sound Of Silence V - And the people bowed and prayed ...
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 893
(1.60 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: And the people bowed and prayed,
To the [fire] god they made,
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming,
Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written,
on the [castle] walls, In [monastery] halls".
And whispered in the sound of silence ...
,charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing,
Sound Of Silence II - In restless dreams, I walked alone ...
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: In restless dreams, I walked alone,
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
That split the night,
And touched the sound of silence ...
,charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing,
Sound Of Silence IV - "Fools" said I, "You do not know ...
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: "Fools" said I, "You do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows,
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you",
But my words, like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence ...
,charcoal Drawing, Charcoal, Drawing,
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.
