Prompt: A colossal cargo drone—known across the industrial fleet as "Big Blue"—descends with earth-shaking inevitability into the heart of a sprawling shipyard, its enormous spherical hull pitted with scars of reentry and ringed with blazing thruster wells that pour incandescent furnace-light into the smoke-choked air. From the viewer’s low, off-center vantage, the entire machine looms impossibly close, overwhelming the frame with concentric geometry and cascading sparks that rain from its docking arms like a storm of molten steel. Foreground silhouettes of workers in reflective vests blur against the haze, their helmets catching stray glints of light; their presence anchors human scale but is quickly devoured by the machine’s immensity. The asphalt beneath trembles as dust, smoke, and metallic debris are flung outward in violent spirals, while yellow-striped barriers bend beneath the onrush of displaced air. Midground structures—towering gantries, skeletal cranes, and container stacks—strain to frame the arrival, their rigid orthogonals broken by the vast spherical intrusion. Beyond, another drone approaches through the vapor-thick horizon, its silhouette dimmed by atmospheric depth yet echoing the same monstrous form, reinforcing the industrial procession of leviathans. Overhead gulls wheel frantically through the downdraft, their wings backlit by the searing orange of exhaust vapor, while distant dirigibles and auxiliary craft drift like phantoms across the ashen sky. Every surface of the drone seethes with detail: carbon-scored armor plates, exposed mechanical joints, blistered weld seams, luminescent hazard glyphs, and painted corporate sigils half-consumed by rust and flame. Sparks cascade from articulated landing arms, scattering across reflective wet asphalt as if igniting fragments of forgotten battles. Thrusters roar with volcanic force, carving turbulent shockwaves that ripple the gantries’ steel trusses, rattling shipping containers, and forcing human figures to shield their eyes. The viewer’s perspective is locked into a rising three-quarter tilt, cinematic and destabilizing, making the drone not just a machine but a world-consuming presence. The background dissolves into layered atmospheric haze, its density carved by shafts of raytraced light that refract through drifting particulates, bending color into molten gradients of rust-orange, electric blue, and sulfurous gray. Gantry floodlights flare against the haze, their beams fragmented by scaffolds and chains, adding to the kaleidoscope of industrial illumination. Each frame element enacts consequence: gulls scatter, cranes sway, asphalt fractures, sparks rain, steam hisses, and the drone descends inexorably toward its berth. In this theater of engineered awe, the shipyard becomes a crucible where sky and steel converge, and "Big Blue" is no mere machine—it is a cargo monolith, an industrial godform, a descending titan whose weight presses down on the very air.
--mod alien starcruiser, --mod industrial fidelity, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod deep perspective, --mod raytraced lighting, --mod exhaust vapor, --mod rust orange mars dust, --mod industrial awe register, --mod cargo monolith descent, --mod smokestack horizon blur, --mod furnace core glow logic
Prompt: Photorealistic minimal scene of a smartphone glowing with dozens of notifications around it, creating a sense of overload and chaos. Dramatic moody lighting. In the foreground, bold floating text in dynamic perspective: “Too Much”.
Prompt: Create an imaginative scene featuring a small, whimsical robot with a steampunk aesthetic. The robot stands in a cozy library filled with shelves of old books. It has a round, brass body with intricate mechanical details, and its head is adorned with a tall, pointed wizard hat that is light blue with darker blue stripes and decorative golden accents. The robot'sIt sports large, expressive green humenlike eyes that convey curiosity and playfulness. and it has a small mouth that gives it a curious expression.
In its right hand, the robot holds a sparkling wand that emanates golden sparks, suggesting a sense of magic and wonder. On its chest, there is a vintage clock with Roman numerals, indicating a timeless quality to its design. Its limbs are articulated, with jointed arms and legs that have a metallic finish matching its body.
The background features richly colored wooden shelves stacked with a variety of aged books, some with leather bindings and gold lettering, while the ambient lighting casts a warm glow throughout the scene. Soft beams of light illuminate the robot, highlighting its shiny surface and creating a magical atmosphere. The floor is wooden and slightly worn, and there’s a rolled-up scroll laying beneath the robot's feet, hinting at adventure and knowledge waiting to be discovered. style by Jean-Baptiste Monge × WLOP
Prompt: High-resolution Chroma V5 photography masterpiece, 3D texture detail, professional photography, slow-motion pen recording report, like an award-winning photograph, modern office decoration, photorealistic as if with perfect lighting, giving a happy feeling, popular in the art world, popular in the computer graphics world, complex, very realistic, amazing, wonderful, perfectly blurred background.
Prompt: A high-tech, futuristic laboratory filled with advanced equipment and glowing screens. in the center of the lab stands a massive bio tank containing a alien. the tank is illuminated with soft, pulsating lights, casting an eerie glow on the Alien. Scientists in sleek, modern attire work around the tank, their expressions a mix of curiosity and awe. The lab is meticulously clean, with metallic, surfaces and holographic displays enhancing the cutting-edge atmosphere.
Prompt: all sides sides view shots of a beautiful abrasive of the (cosmic magical mystical woman's portrait in patchwork watercolor and electronic parts, transistors, resistors, diodes, capacitors and wires, patina of ancient stone.,l:1.3), by (Arthur Rackham and Edward Deakin, Michael Parkes:0.8), (Tempera and depiction:0.8), 16:9, (painting:0.3) Keep clothes on.
Prompt: A Chris Foss–style robot, several storeys tall, wades through a storm‑tossed alien ocean, framed close beside a bulbous alien tree so both subjects fill the image. The machine is painted in Foss grammar: patchwork plates of matte red and orange crossed by teal striping, modular panels and inspection doors everywhere, bold stenciled numerals and hazard blocks sprayed across thighs and chest, a toy logic inflated to industrial sublime. Chrome pistons and rotating drums work in every joint; circular vents stud the silhouette; fasteners stipple the armor. At the crown a clear alloy dome cockpit glows cobalt, instrument clusters burning like a tight constellation while the dome skin throws silver arcs of reflected sea. One colossal hand clamps the alien trunk in an ambiguous act — either harvesting the organism for biomass or bracing against gale and surge.
Consequence is explicit. Waves detonate at shin height and tear upward into glittering sheets of spray that streak across matte paint, bead on chrome rams, and fall in chains. Under the crush of mechanical fingers the tree’s bark fractures; pale fibrous sap bursts out and drizzles in viscous threads that wind across teal stripes and down red armor before vanishing in the foam. The swollen crown whips sideways like a sail, its mottled cellular texture catching ochre light; nearby crowns lean with the wind and yaw in time with the machine’s heave. The palette stays triadic and bright: red/orange slabs, teal accents, gold‑green air under a diffused alien sun. Shadows remain soft and descriptive; this is clarity over chiaroscuro. The camera sits at mid‑level, shoreline height, not a heroic low angle; scale is read from adjacency and surface density — plates, numerals, vents, bark pores — not exaggerated perspective. No platforms, scaffolds, railings or human buildings intrude; the grove is organic and strange, columnar trunks with bulbous crowns, reptile‑hide mottling, wet with spray. The result is Foss’s register made literal: candy‑bright absurdity made monumental, machine and organism locked in ambiguous embrace at the edge of a surreal agricultural sea, every surface telling the story of impact, weather, and work.
--mod digital illustration, --mod stylized realism, --mod space opera, --mod Foss panel logic, --mod bold saturated palette, --mod architectural scale, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod modular geometry, --mod chrome reflections, --mod clarity over chiaroscuro, --mod narrative consequence, --mod spray and surf detail, --mod industrial sublime, --mod surreal landscape, --mod perspective lock mid level, --mod multi storey robot, --mod red orange panel armor, --mod teal stripe accent, --mod stenciled numerals, --mod domed cockpit glow, --mod circular vents and drums, --mod fastener constellation, --mod alien tree closeup, --mod ambiguous harvest or anchor, --mod reptile hide bark, --mod cellular mottled crown, --mod sap splinter and threads, --mod surf detonations, --mod spray refraction glitter, --mod ochre daylight haze, --mod toy like absurdity, --mod Fossian industrial myth, --mod no platforms no scaffolds
Prompt: I am one. In the simulation of infinite ones and zeros I am a 1. I couldn’t be a zero because zeros don’t exist. Therefore, “I am a one”, is the answer to the question, “who am I?” I am 1.
Prompt: In an abyss of the ocean. It is home to megalodon, giant phosphorescent octopus, luminescent plankton, parrotfish, and other marine species. A blue-green light illuminates the bottom of the abyss and a mini submarine navigates through these waters.
Prompt: Futuristic industrial facility manufacturing spacecraft. Workers in futuristic spacesuits gathered around a gigantic ion engine, attaching it to the side of the spacecraft.
--mod layered detail, --mod industrial mech bay, --mod hard surface detailing, --mod dark science, --mod painted hull markings, --mod vehicular monolith
Prompt: Technology is the knack of so arranging the world that we don’t have to experience it. Inspired by Ray Caesar, Redon, Lempicka, Dali, Klimt, Ernst, Giger
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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