Prompt: A masterpiece of fantasy realism with elements of futuristic design.
Foreground: A stunningly beautiful silver-white spaceship, a high-speed luxury space yacht. Futuristic luxury design. A universal hull type for flights in outer space and in the atmosphere. An elongated bow with observation windows, a two-tiered main hull with round cabin windows on the sides, and small swept-back wings. Structural symmetry. Swift, smooth contours. Light-red, fiery jets of hot gas erupt from the twin rear nozzles.
Background: Outer space with distant stars and a small, gray-red, atmosphereless planet nearby.
Prompt: Bee
. trending on Artstation, long swirling organza and a moving shiny silk wall hanging, against black space background with moon, meticulously detailed, metallic silver edges, glitter, cosmic, celestial, polished.
Prompt: Crouching portrait, tween girl with red eyes meditating lotus pose, blue skin, yellow leotard, and cosmic spatial anomaly third eye, in a black and white setting, looking down at the viewer. Low angle vantage from below. Arms lifted forward. Surreal spiral patterned background with strange perspective. Ink and charcoal. Eye of Providence. Hints of red.
Prompt: Futuristic scene, a man laying beneath a blanket inside a high-tech stasis pod aboard a spaceship. The stasis pod is sleek and illuminated from within with a cool, blueish light. Above the stasis pod, the background is a view of outer space, with thousands of stars visible through a large window, enhancing the sci-fi atmosphere. The environment is futuristic, with smooth curved surfaces, tiny colored indicator lights, and futuristic equipment surrounding the pod.
Prompt: An orbital observatory drifts at the edge of a dying star—a halo of glass and math over an ocean of fire.
Mirror petals the size of cities hang cracked and bowed, edges shredded by radiation. Plasma crawls along frames like luminous serpents whispering in particle tongues. Inside the observatory’s eye, a lone astronomer in a scorched EVA suit floats among instruments once precise, now devotional: gyros as prayer wheels, spectrometers ringing as they cool, a clock counting by half-lives.
They begin the last broadcast.
Holograms breathe around them—constellations long dead mapped as pale lattices. Names of extinct stars scroll in lament; each syllable a coordinate and farewell. The voice stays calm, a metronome against collapse, describing stellar convulsions, coronal folds, neutrino rain thickening like weather. Words travel through the station’s bones to the antenna crown, a comb of shattered spires that still sing.
Outside, the star closes. The corona heaves inward like an eye fighting sleep; prominences bend, tear, fall as red curtains of arithmetic. Magnetic lines snap, rewire, sketching cathedral geometry in a language of force. The observatory shudders—not from impact but rearranged rules. Time lengthens; notes sustain too long. Loose tools glow blue, remembering the early universe.
The astronomer continues, marking anomalies, tagging each defection of physics as timestamps drift apart. Radiation crawls through alloys; mirrors bloom with frost made of light. A pane fractures. Air crystals drift, slow, sparkling. The astronomer steadies on a rail etched by micrometeors—each scratch a tally of years the world forgot.
Cameras turn to the star. Lenses iris down. Image becomes structure: knots, braids, brightness wound around absence. The horizon flowers—not black but subtraction, devouring glare. Beyond, the universe distorts into a bowl where galaxies pour toward a hidden drain.
The broadcast shifts. The astronomer speaks first principles: hydrogen, gravity, patience. They narrate the star’s will—how it grew, fed, reached for balance, found appetite. They confess errors—maps as beliefs, instruments flattering makers. Then language strips to bone: wavelengths, periods, ratios—the hard nouns that do not break.
A flare hammers the hull. Plasma arcs write equations across mirrors, brief and bright. The station rings like a bell struck by a god. The suit chars in a lichen pattern like continents on a world no one will walk. They reach the transmitter core, open shielding, seat the final crystal—reserved for endings.
Countdown begins. The star folds again. A filament rises, snaps, the observatory sliding closer to never. The astronomer stabilizes the beam, corrects for time’s slow wind, keeps speaking. The voice does not tremble. The tremble belongs to matter.
The last paragraph is calibration tone. When light nears the limit of speech, signal converts: speech to noise, noise to ladder, transmission to measure for any mind that may find its echo. The star’s edge brightens until color leaves, and for a heartbeat longer than a heartbeat the observatory, astronomer, and mathematics share one shape.
Then the light closes its eye, and the broadcast goes on without them.
--mod ambient haze, --mod rim light, --mod dynamic composition, --mod highlight scatter, --mod specular control
Prompt: A colossal yellow transport vessel, plated in hazard-striped modules and heavy armor panels, is moored within a jagged asteroid trench. The scene is framed from above and behind, emphasizing its segmented spinal hull and dorsal crane scaffolds. Interstitial docking bots trail behind, weaving in and out of mechanical chasms. Background reveals honeycombed industrial cores carved directly into asteroid walls. Debris, cables, and unanchored access ramps spiral outward. The overall tone is one of suspended inertia, motion forced through geology.
--mod angular space vehicles, --mod architectural monumentality, --mod blocky industrial silhouettes, --mod bold mechanical design, --mod geometric purism, --mod retro-futurist color contrasts, --mod space opera scale, --mod technicolor shadowplay
Prompt: An 'all-time masterpiece' showcasing the abstract expressionist spirit of cosmic wonder. Imagine vast, chaotic splashes of interstellar color and texture, coalescing into the suggestion of ancient constellations forming a 'masterpiece' of the universe. This piece focuses on raw emotional impact and grand scale, inspired energy applied to the cosmos.
Prompt: Precisionism-inspired woodblock print. stylized female set in a 1940s Retrofuturistic setting. Psychedelic Retro Space Girl, <lora:bubb4-000012:1>, hatching \(texture\), debeh, <lora:YJSD4DJ-09:0.9>, yukad4, smile, floiwing hair, open mouth, shirt, aoi sakura \(seak5545\), (himeyamato:0.9), (hyonee:1.1), (eversoul:0.9), achyue, (dishwasher1910:0.8), momoko \momopoco\,(nardack:0.8), (torino aqua:0.4), crisp, sharp, 128k, extremely bright, rays of light, (goth girl), big eyes, mascara, black lipstick, black tight sleeveless cropped sweater, v neck, midriff, crackles, gems, black skirt, thin, thighs, <lora:S4il3n-000010:1>, S4il3n_illu, okkotsu_yuka, jujutsu_kaisen, headshot, smile, s1_dram, usnr, dynamic lighting is soft and transitional, enhancing the Bubblegum witch style, line-art showcasing futuristic elements blending Cyberpunk and foampunk aesthetics, long hair, <lora:Pony_Flat_V1:1.00>, hyperfeminine Witchcore elements with a dark gothical fantasy ambiance, cs-cr1stal-v2, stylized by Stan Lee, reflective mapping 1.8, anisotropic filtering 1.7, dynamic lighting 1.7, softened edges, cel-shaded, sculpted ensuring perfect symmetry and intricate visual cohorence, negative lucas numbers, LiDAR point cloud, 3d effects for luminism, plasticity 1.3, vector art, folk-art, ambitious Shipibo-Conibo patterns merged with zentangle linework in style of Felix Colgrave and Frank Miller, flowing light, slightly warped, parallax occlusion 1.8, foreground with a plasticity 1.8, fusion of Georgia O'Keeffe's artistic flair and John Buscema's stylization, grunge, fusion art concept, precise Gelsculpt 64K, liminal,
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.
