Prompt: golden steps to heaven, an older woman climbs the staircase upward. the clouds are shining with ethereal sunbeams, the door awaits her entry. the woman's soul ascends, some semblance of Klimt and surreal story book illustration.
Prompt: Primarily deliberate and focused modern art with flourishes of speed painting techniques, surreal, with primarily extreme black and blinding white blasting against bright off-palette retro inspired colours, powdery glow, foreground and background bleeding, translucent silhouetted morphed and stretched ghostly human figures float, they are very stretched, spaghettified and warping upwards, featuring low-detailed expressions that include shocked and afraid and frightened, with broken light-leaking edges, decaying matrix-like lattice patterns, notable data streams in the form of green thick craquelure glitch and flash, haunting, bleak and dissociative, chromatic distortion, visual echo
Prompt: Ego and Soul.
The ego constantly seeks
attention.
The slave brain strives to
give it some satisfaction.
Thoughts obey and move
in that direction.
The "I" got what it wants,
no regrets or vindication.
But deep within, a silent
affliction,
A voice whispers of a
different conviction.
The heart yearns for a
divine connection,
Beyond the ego's
superficial reflection.
In the stillness of
introspection,
Lies a path to true
comprehension,
Where the soul finds its
own dimension,
Free from the ego's
pretension.
To break the chains of
this deception,
Requires courage and
reflection,
To seek love without
exception Is the ultimate
redemption.
Prompt: It is dark night, midnight, and a storm is raging with lightning and thunderclaps. A bearded knight with long grey hair in his mid-forties, wearing a green and yellow tabard over his chainmail armour, is hugging friendly the misty, luminescent, transparent ghost figure of his deceased brother at his grave. A majestic, awesome brown tabby cat watches the ghost attentively, the furry cat belongs to the knight. It is an old, medieval Celtic cemetery with a small graveyard with wildflowers and wild herbs, especially lots of thistles, and a very old, small, gloomy stone chapel. Melancolic and tragic mood, charcoal drawing, black and white drawing
Prompt: When I sleep,
My Ba goes on a travel,
In the Duat.
There I talk to you.
You stand next to me,
By my side.
You look like me in an older version.
We go along a way,
In the sevens hous,
The paradise.
You tell me, Osiris sees you like his daughter,
And you love him like a father,
And maybe, I will meet him soon.
And I wish, it’s not a dream,
And I wish it could be true,
Because I never had the chance to you get to know.
As I was a little child,
As I was just one year old, you’ve gone,
You gone from this world,
But your Ba and Ren came here.
I can not care,
If this version is true
Or just an imagine of my spirit.
Could this really be?
Do we really save the Maat and look Apophis in the eyes?
Must I really leave you now?
When I could see you the next time?
I hope, before I die!
And my Ba flies back to my sleeping body,
In the night.
Prompt: Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow
And fade out again and fade out
This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again
Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love
Prompt: Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow
And fade out again and fade out
This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again
Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love
Prompt: A symbolic fine art oil painting on canvas, painterly style with visible brushstrokes and soft edges, capturing the theme of lung donation in a poetic, magical realism style.Scene: A bright, spacious, almost empty hospital room, minimal medical context, with a large open window. A gentle spring morning light flows in, illuminating the room softly. The sheer curtain sways lightly in the breeze, carrying air and subtle motion throughout. Outside, a blooming apple tree with delicate white and pale pink flowers is visible; a few petals drift gently inside, mingling with the air and movement of the lungs.Donor: lying on a simple bed, fully visible, eyes closed, calm and focused expression, neutral face with no smile or sadness. A soft, semi-transparent contour of the lungs is visible in the chest. Their body is serene and full of quiet presence.Lungs: anatomically recognizable but stylized, semi-transparent, light-filled, extending organically into wing-like shapes. No feathers, the wings appear as if formed from air and light, flowing with the wind. The lungs rise from the donor’s chest and travel through the room, carried by the movement of air toward the recipient.Recipient: fully visible, standing naturally near the donor, arms open in a receptive pose, subtle glow in the chest as the lungs approach, hair and light clothing gently lifted by the breeze.Connection: entirely through the movement of air, wind, and floating petals; no glowing threads, magical lines, or ethereal bodies. Focus on the shared breath, the second wind, the continuation of life.Palette: soft milky white, light sky blue, delicate peach, subtle blush of apple blossoms, minimal shadows, airy and luminous.Mood: quiet hope, renewal, continuity of life, poetic and uplifting atmosphere.Style constraints: painterly oil painting, visible canvas texture, soft edges, airy and open composition.Exclusions: no neon colors, no photorealism, no digital illustration effects, no 3D rendering, no gore, no glowing souls.Original prompt by Mariia93.
When the inner demons break out and take control - #DiversitySaturday
Model:
ChatGPT
(Pro)
Full
Size:
2352 X 1323
(3.11 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A sorrowful, desperate, and deeply depressed person slumps on a worn-out couch in a dimly lit living room. On each shoulder, a small, sinister, red devil with a wicked grin perches, whispering malevolent thoughts. In stark contrast, atop their head, a tiny, radiant angel with tear-streaked cheeks clings desperately, trying to offer solace with a soft, glowing light. The devils’ dark, menacing presence is sharply opposed by the angel’s gentle, comforting aura. The scene is bathed in the soft, melancholic glow of twilight, casting long shadows and enhancing the atmosphere of despair. watercolor drawing, water colors, Fantasy Illustration, Illustration, Fantasy, YDL, oil on canvas, oil paints, oil panting, painting, canvas, old masters, masterpiece
Everyone has a Guardian Angel - But sometimes it takes more than a Guardian Angel #diversitysaturday
Model:
ChatGPT
(Pro)
Full
Size:
1920 X 1920
(3.69 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A good guardian angel in shining armor stands behind a sad, crying child and places his hands comfortingly on his shoulders. Clouds and sunbeams in the background ... old master style. Fantasy Illustration, Illustration, Fantasy, oil on canvas, oil paints, oil panting, painting, canvas, old masters, masterpiece
Farewell, my beloved Brother ... Even though it's been a long time, you will not be forgotten!
Model:
Size:
2560 X 1440
(3.69 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A bearded knight with long grey hair in his mid-forties, wearing a green and yellow tabard over his chainmail armour, shakes hands with the misty, luminescent, transparent ghost figure of his deceased brother at his grave. A brown tabby cat watches the ghost attentively, the furry cat belongs to the knight. It is an old, medieval Celtic cemetery with a small graveyard. It is a misty full moon night in spring, a few fireflies are buzzing around among the wildflowers and wild herbs. Melancolic and tragic mood.
oil on canvas, oil paints, oil panting, painting, canvas, old masters, masterpiece
Prompt: A marble statue of a person sitting on a wooden chair, head melting like wax with black smoke rising as thoughts, distorted room with bending walls that seem to breathe sorrow, surreal lighting, heavy symbolism, painted in Salvador Dalí’s dark surreal style, expressive and haunting.
Prompt: Chaotic hyperreal painterly portrait of a human dissolving into pure digital entropy, one neon green eye radiates sharp clarity, the other eye flickers with scanline distortion and ghosted pixels, skin fractures and peels away into iridescent code, luminous data streams, chromatic noise, veins pulse like radiant conduits, overflowing with electrical current, the overall form liquefies with glitch artifacts and spectral compression, merging painterly textures with digital decay, the background recedes into interference bands, painted simulated effects, overlaying waveform static, cascading bit-crush noise and spectral chromatic bursts, drenched in spectral light leaks, uncanny, maximalist, cybernetic pathology, cinematic, consumed by noise, hyper-detailed, highly realistic, strong depth and contrast
Prompt: Dark skin People in colorful clothing and platform shoes, dancing in the 'Soul Train Line', in the year 1980 on the SOUL TRAIN Television Show. Extremely Detailed, Photorealistic, Fantastic View, ultra realistic textures, cinematic lighting, highly detailed, exaggerated surreal caricature style, uncanny realism with cartoon exaggeration
Prompt: The eyes never lie... if you are happy, they shine. if you are sad, they are silent. if you are angry, they are gloomy. if you are in love, they are enchanted. The eyes are like an open book. they are the window to the soul.hq, masterpiece, Dali style More about Eyes: The Soul's Window to Emotions Eyes reflect true emotions, shining with happiness, dimming with sadness, clouding with anger, and sparkling with love. They reveal the soul's deepest feelings, creating a captivating masterpiece, style by klimt, Dittman,Androud Jones, luminism
Prompt: The eyes never lie... if you are happy, they shine. if you are sad, they are silent. if you are angry, they are gloomy. if you are in love, they are enchanted. The eyes are like an open book. they are the window to the soul, hq, masterpiece
More about Eyes: The Soul's Window to Emotions
Eyes reflect true emotions, shining with happiness, dimming with sadness, clouding with anger, and sparkling with love. They reveal the soul's deepest feelings, creating a captivating masterpiece, style by
Klimt, Dittman, luminism
Prompt: The eyes never lie... if you are happy, they shine. if you are sad, they are silent. if you are angry, they are gloomy. if you are in love, they are enchanted. The eyes are like an open book. they are the window to the soul.hq, masterpiece, Klimt style
Prompt: Opal Ring
Your dream is a charmed slave
of my soul that calls you;
you will come to the end of the world's desert,
from here, barrier abysses, peaks.
Crystal clear, like the blue heights,
found you sleeping, thirsty dreams, -
in the dream of your sixteen years
your soul desired and abducted you.
On abysses, peaks, unknown spaces
your dream flies-flies in a cheerful sleep -
and I hear, in the night of dark woes,
the saving pre-dawn bell.
You will come, dawn-innocence all-victorious,
in the robe of your fragrant shyness
and it will be an hour of confession-last,
a radiance in a magical reverie.
My soul will sprinkle pearls over you,
that you will be a rose, I will be may.
And we will burn in our sleep - and like smoke in the sky we will find an end.
Prompt: A breathtaking, multicolored rose in full bloom, each petal painted in a vibrant gradient of colors from deep crimson to golden yellow, soft pink, and shimmering violet. The petals curl with perfect elegance, dewy droplets catching the light like tiny jewels. Sunlight filters through lush green leaves, creating a halo of warmth and life around the flower. The scene radiates vitality, beauty, and an almost magical sense of wonder, hyperrealistic, ultra-detailed, macro photography, 8K resolution
Prompt: "She walks where silver secrets shine,
A whisper clothed in light divine.
The moon receives what hearts conceal—
A soul unveiled, both fierce and real."
Fight Against Your Inner Demons ... #DiversitySaturday #MentalHealth #Depression
Model:
Ideogram
Size:
1152 X 864
(1.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: The image has the big inscription/heading "FIGHT AGAINST YOUR INNER DEMOS!" at the top. A sorrowful, desperate, and deeply depressed person slumps on a worn-out couch in a dimly lit living room. On each shoulder, a small, sinister, red devil with a wicked grin perches, whispering malevolent thoughts. In stark contrast, atop their head, a tiny, radiant angel with tear-streaked cheeks clings desperately, trying to offer solace with a soft, glowing light. The devils’ dark, menacing presence is sharply opposed by the angel’s gentle, comforting aura. The scene is bathed in the soft, melancholic glow of twilight, casting long shadows and enhancing the atmosphere of despair. watercolor drawing, water colors, Style of Jean-Baptiste Monge
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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