Prompt: A nightmarish locomotive barrels through a scorched wasteland, its front grill twisted into the leering face of a deranged clown—glowing yellow eyes, stitched mouth stretched too wide, and a nose that honks flames. The train’s windows reveal rows of waving Muppets and Teletubbies, their fuzzy bodies pressed against the glass, giggling as the landscape outside burns. Flaming tracks unspool ahead, looping around geysers of molten lava where screaming souls flail like discarded puppets. The sky pulses with unnatural hues, swirling between Pepto-Bismol pink and bruise-purple, while the train’s smokestack belches black balloons that pop into spiders midair. The scene is a grotesque parody of childhood icons, where every cheerful detail curdles into horror: the Muppets’ button eyes are sewn shut with barbed wire, the Teletubbies’ sun-babies have fanged smiles, and the clown’s laughter echoes like a broken carnival loudspeaker.
*(Style: A hellish fusion of *Sesame Street* and *Mad Max*, rendered in hyper-saturated, fever-dream realism. Palette: neon vomit greens, nuclear sunset oranges, and the sticky black of melted rubber.)*
Prompt: Movie poster for \"Mad Maxine: Queen of the Wasteland\", text appears in bold rusted mettallic title splash. 'Mad Maxine: Queen of the Wasteland' is a post-apocalyptic Road Warrior reboot film starring Emilia Clarke as a battle-scarred wasteland queen. Main image features a film still of Emilia captured in a candid moment mid-stride across the scorched sand covered hood of a muscle car, her bare feet leaving bloody prints on the sunbaked metal. The camera captures her from a dramatic low angle, emphasizing her dominance over the desert—every detail meticulously crafted, from the cracked war paint streaking her collarbones to the way her oil-streaked skin glistens under the nuclear sunset. Behind her, a convoy of spike-covered vehicles scatter as 'Tire Town', an Wasteland outpost explodes in slow-motion, flames licking at her silhouette as she raises a jury-rigged flamethrower in one hand and clutches a dentex raider helmet in the other, the scene drenched in cinematic chiaroscuro that turns the wasteland into a painterly nightmare of rust and fire.
Prompt: Generate a retro 1980s style theatrical movie poster for post-apocalyptic sci-fantasy film "Mad Maxine: Queen of the Wasteland" featuring a bold cinematic wide-shot of Emilia Clarke as Mad Maxine flanked by wasteland Amazon warriors Elle Fanning and Sadie Sink standing atop a dune covered ruin at dusk, her bare feet sinking into the ash covered sand as she grips a serrated sword and the severed head of a mutant warlord. Maxine is wearing leather harness over welded scrap armor and woven desert rags that barely contain the fury of her muscular torso. The scene is a savage wasteland under the violet glow of a dying sun—the background a battlefield of burning war rigs with twisted skeletal ruins of skyscrapers reaching into the sky like metal obelisks, the camera capturing every detail: the dirt and grit caked on her sweat streaked torso, the plumes of black smoke rising from warrig vehicles, the eerie orange tint of a radioactive sky, and the feral grin she shoots at the viewer as if to say *this is my world now*. The movie stars Emilia Clarke, Elle Fanning, Sadie Sink and is directed by Denis Villeneuve with a 'Coming Soon' release date of 2027.
Prompt: first snowfall and variety of flowers blooming in dystopian wasteland, mammatus skies. oil-painting with multiple textured thick layers of detailed oil paint using the technique of glazing, 8k resolution. Textured painting by an extremely talented surrealist painter.
Prompt: A cel-shaded, comic book–style wasteland bursts with bold outlines and saturated colors—rusted metal, cracked deserts, and neon chaos. Characters are exaggerated, gritty, and grotesque, armed with bizarre, over-the-top weapons, grit with dark humor and sci-fi punk, anarchic energy and stylized violence
Prompt: A rebellious preteen cowgirl, with coal black braided ponytail and black and blue tribal tattoos, adorned with salvaged tech and makeshift armor, leather pants, smoking a cigarette while she surveys a vast, irradiated wasteland from a rusted-out vehicle. Her expression is fierce, embodying defiance against the ruins. The scene is bathed in the harsh light of a binary sunset. Rendered in a hyperrealistic digital collage style with elements of dark fantasy
Prompt: ((A masterpiece of unparalleled excellence)), ((A colossal, nightmarish entity, shaped like a monstrous skull, dominates the sky. The skull, seemingly constructed of interwoven roots, vines, and numerous smaller skulls with glowing red eyes, emits a terrifying aura. The main skull's gaping maw reveals a void, hinting at immense power and dread. The landscape below, lit by a fiery sunset, features a lone figure, a silhouette of a person in a long coat, dwarfed by the looming horror, standing on a grassy field. A small stream winds through the foreground. Barren trees, their skeletal branches reaching towards the sky, frame the scene. The color palette is dominated by dark blues, ominous blacks, fiery oranges, and deep reds, heightening the sense of impending doom and foreboding. The overall composition emphasizes the size disparity, creating a feeling of vulnerability and insignificance. The style incorporates elements of dark fantasy and surrealism, evoking both awe and terror. The atmosphere is heavy and unsettling, portraying a narrative of fear and power, reminiscent of a scene from a dark fantasy novel)), Inspired by the style illustrations of By Arthur Rackham, Ernst Haeckel, Tomasz Setowski.
Desolate Power Plant in a Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland
Model:
Artistic 2
Size:
1280 X 720
(0.92 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: rundown forsaken insdustrial power plant in the colours of brown, grey and black, metallic shimmer, broken glass, torn down walls, post apocalyptic scenery, wasteland, sandstorm coming in on one side dark clouds and thunder on the other side
Prompt: rundown forsaken insdustrial power plant in the colours of brown, grey and black, metallic shimmer, broken glass, torn down walls, post apocalyptic scenery, wasteland, sandstorm coming in on one side dark storm clouds and thunder on the other side, in the foreground a woman in an old and dirty cape
Prompt: The style of execution is detailed digital painting, as if on an IMAX movie screen using a technique ("double effect") to convey the idea of dualism and the effect of 3D presence. In the middle of the desolate, almost obliterated urban landscape, among a picturesque pile of broken bricks, concrete slabs and charred wooden beams sits a middle-aged man with short gray hair and short grey beard. The man is dressed in a simple, modest, dusty and muddy T-shirt, jeans shorts and sneakers. He sits on the wreckage, crouching and crammed into lumps, his shoulders trembling with silent, muffled cries and his face completely hidden in his palms, expressing deepest grief and despair. Over him as an ancient, all-understanding guard leaned down like a ghost of the figure of the DARK REAPER in the company of a crow. This is a classic anthropomorphic image - a tall, dried skeleton, clad in a spacious, slightly bruised and faded dark grey black jacket with a deep hood over the skull that casts a thick shadow. The long, crooked floors of the cloak almost merge with the surrounding devastation, making the figure part of this sad landscape. In one bony hand, the GRIM REAPER firmly clutches his old scythe, with a wooden handle and a wide, slightly serrated metal blade. The other of his bony hand put on the grey and dusty hair of a man in a gesture of comfort, protection and final rest with the fatherly tenderness. The expression of the skull of the DARK REAPER, despite the absence of flesh, is devoid of any threat or malice; in the empty, dark eyelashes is read the universal age-old grief, wisdom and quiet, deep compassion for the innocent victim. Above this sight - the blue sky is broken by piled and fluffy clouds, from which bright contrasting rays of the setting sun burst. His light is not a consolation but the tragic final flash against the background of death. The sunset colors everything in crimson-gold tones, mixing beauty with horror, grandeur with despair. HDR+.
Prompt: The crimson sun, like a bleeding eye, gazed upon the parched earth. Here, where emerald grasses once rustled, now lay only a scorched wasteland, strewn with ash and bones. In the center of this nightmarish landscape stood he – the necromancer Zar'Akan. His face, etched with deep wrinkles, resembled an ancient map of sorrow, and his eyes burned with unholy fire.
Zar'Akan raised his bony hand to the sky, and in response, a prolonged wail echoed, like the groan of an entire world. The ground trembled, and from beneath it, like vipers from a disturbed nest, the dead began to crawl out. Warriors in decayed armor, peasants with gaping holes in their chests, children with empty eye sockets – all of them, stripped of will and reason, became part of the army of darkness.
The necromancer whispered ancient incantations, and bones fused together, flesh stretched over skeletons, and a dim, lifeless light returned to the empty eye sockets. With each word, the army grew, multiplied, transforming into an innumerable horde, ready to unleash itself upon the world of the living.
At the forefront of the troops stood Zar'Akan himself, clad in a black robe adorned with skulls and bones. In his hand, he gripped a staff, topped with a ruby that pulsed with sinister energy. He gazed upon his creation with pride and malice. The world would tremble before his power. Death would come, and there would be no mercy for anyone. The war had begun.
Prompt: A colossal, ancient tree stands tall against a backdrop of a desolate, barren wasteland. Its gnarled branches reach towards the sky like skeletal fingers, while its roots burrow deep into the parched earth, seeking sustenance. In stark contrast, a vibrant, lush oasis teems with life at the base of the tree, a testament to the resilience of nature. The oasis is a riot of color, with exotic flowers, crystal-clear water, and playful creatures frolicking in the shade. The overall aesthetic is reminiscent of a surrealist painting, with a focus on capturing the juxtaposition between life and death, hope and despair. In the style of Salvador Dali and Max Ernst.
Prompt: A surreal painting of a lone figure standing in the center of a vast, dry wasteland — cracked earth beneath her feet, endless gray skies above. Her body is fragile and fragmented, sculpted from dry bark, stone, and ash. Vines wind around her limbs, but they are brittle and lifeless, as if starved of sun. Her eyes are hollow or closed — a symbol of spiritual amnesia. Leaves fall around her like memories lost. The entire landscape feels abandoned, colorless, with faded echoes of once-living forests. No animals, no birds — only wind. Thick impasto oil textures define the cracked soil and flaking bark skin, while the color palette is muted: dusty beige, charcoal, pale green-gray. The atmosphere is one of deep disconnection and spiritual drought — a human soul who has forgotten her origin in the living earth. Silent. Still. Waiting to awaken.
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Prompt: A fearless woman in a leather jacket rides a burning red motorcycle across an apocalyptic wasteland. Her hair whips in the wind, and flames reflect off her visor. Post-apocalyptic or anime action style — high energy and bold colors.
Prompt: A contemplative woman in casual clothing standing at the crossroads that shows two starkly contrasting paths. The left phat, leads through a serene and vibrant meadow unfurls, its verdant grasses and wildflowers swaying gently under the warm embrace of a cloudless, cerulean sky. The right path, however, leads through a stark contrast—a desolate and rugged wasteland, its jagged rocks and barren earth scoured by a tempestuous storm, the heavens above churning with ominous, dark clouds. The meadow path is crowned with a luminescent brain that pulses with a soft, rhythmic glow, symbolizing the realm of logic and reason. Conversely, the wasteland path is adorned with a heart of fiery intensity, its pulse visibly echoing the tumultuous beats of raw emotion. The woman's gaze is thoughtful, one hand resting on her chin as she contemplates her next step, the epitome of the eternal human struggle to balance the rational mind with the passionate heart. Her stance is poised yet undecided, as if the very fabric of existence hangs in the balance of her choice. The masterpiece captures the dichotomy of life's journey—a harmonious blend of intellect and sentiment—while inviting the viewer to ponder their own inclinations toward the well-trodden path of logic or the tumultuous, yet potentially transformative, journey of emotion.
Prompt: (A masterpiece of unparalleled excellence), (("This stunning artwork depicts death and destruction's journey through a vast wasteland of corpses and zombies , blending abstract expressionism and surrealism. The intricate textures and colors create a hyperrealistic, fantasy-filled scene". Colorful drawing, 16K, Maximum definition, Abstract expressionism surrealism, Pop art)), Use stunning color oil drawing on textured paper, As if created By metallica, slayer, megadeth, anthrax, hard core heavy metal music (Full Size image)
Prompt: A comically arrogant Goblin wearing an oversized tarnished crown, riding an awkward battered Dune Buggy across a surreal cracked pastel desert. Stylized exaggeration, bold defined shapes, dry satirical humor, refined cartoon realism blending Ralph Steadman and Jean Giraud, textured shading, vivid but slightly muted colors
Prompt: A comically arrogant Gandalf wearing an oversized tarnished crown, riding an awkward battered Oliphant across a surreal cracked pastel desert. Stylized exaggeration, bold defined shapes, dry satirical humor, refined cartoon realism blending Ralph Steadman and Jean Giraud and Shawn Kerri and Gustave Dore, textured shading, vivid but slightly muted colors
Prompt: A scorched Rio wasteland where the skeletal remains of carnival floats rot in neon-lit alleys. A barefoot warrior woman with a makeshift cybernetic leg crafted from salvaged drone parts strides past the toppled head of Christ the Redeemer, now covered in glowing tribal graffiti. Her hair is woven with copper wiring that crackles with static from the electromagnetic storms. A genetically-modified black jaguar with exposed titanium ribs and blood-stained fangs prowls beside her, its remaining organic eye tracking the movements of mutant vultures circling above.
The ruins of Copacabana beach are littered with the wreckage of luxury yachts fused with military hovercraft, their hulls now serving as shelters for radiation-scarred survivors. The Sugarloaf Mountain's cable cars hang motionless, converted into sniper nests by rogue factions. The once-blue ocean has turned a sickly violet, where three-eyed sharks occasionally breach the surface to snatch unwary scavengers.
Street signs flicker between Portuguese and corrupted machine code, advertising long-extinct brands of caipirinha and broken promises of political salvation. The air smells of burning sugarcane and melted plastic, carrying the distant echoes of a malfunctioning samba school's drumline. Somewhere in the favela ruins, a generator hums power to jury-rigged holograms of long-dead pop stars.
The woman adjusts her rusting shoulder plate - a repurposed car door welded with the faded letters "ORDEM E PROGRESSO" - as her cyber-jaguar suddenly tenses. From the shadows of a collapsed overpass, glowing red eyes begin to appear. She smiles, spins her makeshift machete (a helicopter rotor blade sharpened on concrete), and prepares to meet whatever new horror this broken Brazil has cooked up. The last functioning streetlight above her flickers and dies as the attack begins.
Prompt: A lone, battle-hardened knight stands resolute, his tattered black armor a testament to countless skirmishes, his sword gleaming with a viscous, iridescent substance that seems to shift in the fading light. The sky behind him is a deep, burning crimson, with clouds of ash and smoke swirling like living tendrils. The desolate wasteland stretches out before him, a graveyard of twisted, rusting hulks and shattered stone monoliths, the air thick with the acrid scent of smoke and ozone. A soft, otherworldly luminescence seeps from the horizon, casting an eerie glow on the ravaged landscape, hinting at a world beyond the ruins. Inspired by the dark, biomechanical art of H.R. Giger, the haunting landscapes of Zdzisław Beksiński, and the dramatic, high-contrast lighting of Greg Rutkowski, with a focus on hyperdetailed, volumetric rendering and a vorticist sense of dynamic energy, in a dark, post-apocalyptic digital illustration.
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.
