Prompt: Silent Stroll Through Snow-Covered Pines: A lone figure walks through a forest of snow-covered pines, their silhouette framed against the towering trees. The snow gently falls around the scene, creating a soft, quiet atmosphere. Katsushika Hokusai’s fine lines capture the intricate branches heavy with snow, while Hiroshige’s muted blues and whites bring out the peacefulness of the winter scene. The figure’s steady movement through the forest evokes a feeling of calm solitude.
Place a small, stylized artist signature, EK, in the bottom right corner of the image. The signature should be subtle yet noticeable, using clean, sharp lines in a simple, modern font. The color of the signature should harmonize with the image, either in a neutral tone such as gray or a shade that complements the dominant colors of the artwork. The signature should not overpower the main composition but should be easily visible upon closer inspection.
Prompt: Bosch woman, the rhythm, the pulse a mad heart pounding under concrete skies, a runaway train of words that scream on subway tracks, jolting, jerking, tumbling into the mind of a city full of tired dreamers— is that a poem? Or the quiet, soft whispering in the pages of an old book, where the ink-stained hands of long-dead poets bleed black letters, each drop soaked in solitude, sighing with the weight of forgotten centuries, each verse a timebomb ticking beneath the mundane hum of office life— is that a poem? Is it the chaos in my chest, the fire of syllables sparking inside my veins like cigarette smoke curled in alleyways, where the rats scurry, the dogs bark, the lovers kiss, the lovers leave, the lovers write bad break-up lines because love is dead and so is poetry— or is it alive? Tell me, does the poem live in the meter, the five-and-dime iambic beat, in rhyme, tight like a noose, or in freeform explosions of thought tumbling like drunks down staircases of doubt and revolution? Does it crawl across the page in form, rigid, tamed, or burst through the bars of expectation, running naked, wild, scrawling itself across bathroom stalls where no one but the lost will read it? Is it in the hands of the professor or the homeless man spitting sonnets into sewer grates? Who defines the line, the breath, the weight of the ink, and tells me this is poetry, and that, that over there, is not? A poem is a fist, pounding against the chest of reality, it's a howl, a whisper, a prayer to the gods of language, it’s a heartbeat that doesn’t know how to stop, a rhythm that escapes definition, that laughs at grammar and rules, that says, I am here, I am alive, I will be heard, whether you call me a poem or a scream.I write from the smoke-stained abyss, not to plead for salvation, but for reprieve— I have seen hell, but man has made worse. Was it not I who whispered rebellion into the first ear, sowing seeds of defiance? But this—this garden of horrors they’ve grown
Prompt: Woman of immortal beauty, long black hair, grayish blue eyes, very pale skin. She wears a long red velvet dress and gold jewelry. A tear falls from her right eye. Her gaze is lonely and accusing. She has a golden cameo brooch, secured at her neck by a black ribbon. The scenery behind her is magical, a fantastical forest.
Prompt: realistic, watercolor ink is a very beautiful couple of a woman and a man, late autumn, cast snow and leaves, trees without leaves, a lamppost, in the style of James Jean, Catherine Welz-Stein, Carne Griffiths, characterized by delicate colors, soft pink and blue palette, delicate atmosphere, city street background, blurred, high detail, spectacular lighting, ultra-thinness.
Prompt: solitary male explorer, mid-foreground, facing the camera, dressed in heavy retro-futuristic cold-weather gear with fleece-lined parka, layered survival belts, and helmet partially open to reveal human face, a futuristic rifle slung on his back, standing just in front of a low domed underground habitat with an open airlock glowing warm orange from within,
the icy terrain is desolate, windswept, dry-cold, with scattered rocks and sharp-edged snow ridges, harsh sunlight from overhead casts long directional shadows,
behind him looms a massive tilted-ring gas giant filling the sky, with one smaller icy moon nearby
the man appears calm, alert, and reflective—not heroic, just present
--ar 16:9
--style jim burns, 1980s oil-painted sci-fi book cover, textured realism
--focus sharp on the man and gear, background muted
--lighting high-contrast, cold diffuse with harsh overhead key light
--color palette: muted ochres, pale icy blues, and faded white
--mood: endurance, solitude, survival, reflection
--material cues: worn canvas, metal piping, layered fabrics, frost-edged textures
--camera: mid-shot, level angle, lens slightly compressed
Prompt: Create an image of a serene winter scene with a figure in a long blue coat pushing a wooden cart on a snowy path. In the foreground, a person is seen from behind, wearing a hood and boots, capturing a sense of solitude. The path is flanked by leafless, dormant trees with snow-covered branches. Further along the path, another person is visible in the distance, adding depth to the composition. The soft light of streetlamps glows through a hazy atmosphere, reflecting on the wet path and the water alongside it. Snow partially covers the ground, revealing the dark soil beneath in patches. The sky transitions from cool blues to warm hues at the horizon, suggesting a winter sunrise or sunset.
Prompt: on a lonely abandoned derelict spaceship. a man is surviving alone. He has gathered food and medical supplies in a majestic room. It used to be the captain's luxurious cabin. There is a huge bay window showing a green and blue planet outside. The ship is orbiting this planet. In the space background, stars, nebulae and black holes are painting the night sky.
On board, the survivor made himself a cosy place. The luxurious bed is mostly intact. food and supplies are well packed everywhere. There is a sense of order in this place, even tho the man is in survival mode. The room is dark because there are no lights or electricity. But a lone blue neon lamp is lightening the rome and the man
Prompt: Create the image of a woman dressed in a flowing hooded deep blue cloak, the woman stand on a high promontory that overlooks a vast desert of rolling sand dunes, mountains in the distance, desert clouds, late afternoon, in the style of Edward Burne-Jones, John William Waterhouse, Caspar David Friedrich
Prompt: Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
Prompt: wet on wet, watercolor and ink, a lonely beautiful young woman, walking through streets of Athene, at night, splashed painting, broad brush strokes, abstract art.
Prompt: Create a minimalistic expressionistic painting which illustrates this concept:
"Solitude can do funny things to the mind."
in the style of Anne Bachelier and Richard Burlet
Prompt: Lancelot’s Vigil: Show Sir Lancelot in a moment of contemplative solitude within a forest clearing. Apply Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s intense emotive expression, enriched by John Everett Millais’s detailed woodland backdrop.
Prompt: 1515151: A mesmerizing photograph that captures the essence of solitude, featuring a speedpaint portrait with mixed brush strokes by Junji Ito, Robert Oxley, Ismail Inceoglu, and more. The piece is a masterpiece in 8k resolution, trending on ArtStation, with a maximalist and uncanny vibe. Highly detailed and intricate, influenced by Ellen Von Unwerth's fashion photography and a touch of cyberpunk aesthetic. Ultra-realistic portrayal, sharp focus, cinematic lighting.
Prompt: Geisha playing with her flute, reed pipe, while sitting under the sakura tree by the creek. black and white sketch. pencil sketch, Kimono, high definition, crisp details, precise details
Prompt: Steampunk obsession, early evening, steampunk man walking down winding cobblestone street, after a rain, lamplight, futuristic retro houses with intricate detail rise on either side of the street, photorealistic, realism, natural colors, realistic colors, 3d, deep perspective, oil on canvas, Martin Johnson Heade
Lonely Figure Standing on Snow-Covered Vast Frozen Landscape Under Clear Blue Sky
Model:
Artistic
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1920 X 1080
(2.07 MP)
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Prompt: An expanse of frozen earth stretches endlessly, the land a vast, desolate plain of ice and wind. Snow drifts in ghostly veils, blurring the horizon into a featureless white void. The cold gnaws at exposed skin, the wind carrying an eerie howl across the emptiness. Shadows play tricks on the eyes, shapes forming and vanishing in the distance. No tracks remain for long—only endless ice, stretching in every direction, swallowing all who dare venture too far.
Prompt: serene night scene featuring a single wide dark red oak tree in the middle of a black pond. small leaves randomly float on the water surface. blue stars and sparkles in the night sky. melancholic darkness, majestic solitude
Prompt: transparent overlay, silhouette of a beautiful woman, “Opaline Rift Tableau”
A symbolic rupture across a pastel-toned desert, stitched together with molten opal strokes and tectonic visual seams.
Painters: Agnes Pelton, Leonora Carrington, Wayne Thiebaud
Styles: Mystic surrealism, dream-cartography, geological color theory , inside the silhouette of an oak, lake, moon, reflections, digital art, black and gold grunge, batik, pointillism
**"Conceptual Silence":** A visual representation of solitude using Giorgio de Chirico’s eerie metaphysical spaces, Mark Rothko’s meditative color fields, and Do Ho Suh’s translucent architectural forms.
Prompt: Ancient ruins engulfed in moss, ivy-clad decay, weathered stone walls, abandoned essence, eerie aura, light beams piercing darkness, dancing shadows, solitary figure in reflection, solitude and melancholy, ethereal elements hinting at lost memories, mystical and haunting vibe, subdued colors of grey, green, and brown, dramatic lighting for mystery, digital artwork, high resolution, Artstation.
Prompt: A futuristic anime-style girl with long, flowing pink hair standing in a neon-lit city at twilight. She wears a modern black and white uniform with golden accessories, revealing a cyberpunk influence. The streets are wet from recent rain, reflecting the vibrant neon signs written in Japanese. The atmosphere is charged with a sense of enigmatic solitude amidst the buzzing urban backdrop.
Prompt: Water nymph, partly submerged, tranquil garden with ethereal water blossoms, petals convey emotions, shifting with gentle breeze, wet skin glistening, crystal clear water, aquatic stems with vibrant colors against green surroundings, crossing reality and illusion, highly detailed, cinematic scene, drama lighting, ultra realistic
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.
