Prompt: (((Masterpiece)))Gustav Klimt, Rembrandt, Seurat Graphic illustration of a woman with a bob hair cut and jeans, having an intense whispered conversation with her fiance. A lone bald person sits at a table in the dark alley behind them.
Prompt: I quietly whispered to the wind. I quietly whispered your name to the sun, LIFE. I quietly walk on the sand. I quietly hide your traces in my body, LIFE. I quietly go down to people. I quietly enter the windows, into your nights, LIFE. I quietly drink your water. I quietly lie down in your land. You called me, LIFE.Romantic, impression luminism, Boticelli inspiration
Prompt: In a world where the voiceless were taught that silence is safety, the final whisper becomes thunder. The last ones don’t march — they manifest, cracking the bones of time itself. Their eyes are empty not from fear, but from seeing everything. Now, when they speak, reality stutters.
Style: Echoes of forgotten prophets. Black fire sermons. Sacred silence breaking like glass.
Prompt: In a world where the voiceless were taught that silence is safety, the final whisper becomes thunder. The last ones don’t march — they manifest, cracking the bones of time itself. Their eyes are empty not from fear, but from seeing everything. Now, when they speak, reality stutters.
Style: Echoes of forgotten prophets. Black fire sermons. Sacred silence breaking like glass.
Prompt: Grief
Her eyes already in the distant mist,
Like a silent whisper in the night's depths,
A pale smile that will not return,
A cold echo rings in the heart.
The past carried by the wind,
Like a leaf that fell from the tree,
Though I'm still trying to catch it,
Love is already gone into the world.
Prompt: Grief
Her eyes already in the distant mist,
Like a silent whisper in the night's depths,
A pale smile that will not return,
A cold echo rings in the heart.
The past carried by the wind,
Like a leaf that fell from the tree,
Though I'm still trying to catch it,
Love is already gone into the world.
Prompt: In a quiet forest at dusk, a young woman sits on a rock, embraced by a translucent figure made of mist. The figure whispers in the woman's ear, its words visible as tiny sparks of light fading into the air. The woman closes her eyes, a tear sliding down her cheek as she listens to the last whisper. Dark fantasy colours, Dramatic shadows, 32K
Prompt: Ethereal realm where time stands still and the air vibrates with echoes of the past; mist-covered skies, ancient trees entwine in forgotten memories within hidden paths that guard lost dreams; limpid waters reflect the light of a whispering nostalgia
Prompt: Till a voice, as bad as conscience,
rang interminable changes
In one everlasting whisper
day and night repeated
Something hidden. Go and find it.
Go and look behind the ranges
Prompt: Till a voice, as bad as conscience,
rang interminable changes
In one everlasting whisper
day and night repeated
Something hidden. Go and find it.
Go and look behind the ranges
Prompt: Till a voice, as bad as conscience,
rang interminable changes
In one everlasting whisper
day and night repeated
Something hidden. Go and find it.
Go and look behind the ranges
Prompt: Whispers of the Past": In a dimly lit museum, a young boy presses his ear to a large dinosaur bone, his eyes closed as if listening to the stories of the ancient world. The bones glow with an inner light, casting warm colors around the hall. Use the artistic style of Johannes Vermeer, for his ability to capture the wonder of intimate moments.
Prompt: Till a voice, as bad as conscience,
rang interminable changes
In one everlasting whisper
day and night repeated
Something hidden. Go and find it.
Go and look behind the ranges
Prompt: Till a voice, as bad as conscience,
rang interminable changes
In one everlasting whisper
day and night repeated
Something hidden. Go and find it.
Go and look behind the ranges
Prompt: Till a voice, as bad as conscience,
rang interminable changes
In one everlasting whisper
day and night repeated
Something hidden. Go and find it.
Go and look behind the ranges
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: A beautiful winter snowfall in a beautiful wooland + Laura Wilder woodbock print , highly detailed digital painting 8k cinematic lighting beautiful crisp quality colourful Alphonse Mucha Ice Snow wood cut National geographic white brighten long shadows
Prompt: In the misty courtyard of a medieval castle, vibrant green grass grows through the cracks of the ancient stone walls. Bathed in the soft, diffused light of the sun, a beautiful hooded priestess walks solemnly and her prayers echo in the serene atmosphere. The scene is reminiscent of a Renaissance painting, with a touch of surrealism. Edmund Blair Leighton, John William Waterhouse, Andreas Leonhard & Frederick Marianus Kruseman.
Prompt: Starry night in winter Beautiful winter trees, elegant, fantasy, intricate, very attractive, beautiful, watercolor, mystic, Paul Klee, art deco, Tim Burton, Yacek Yerka, Deep, Dee Nickerson, Van Gogh, funkelnd, very deep, glitzernder schnee, spirit in the sky.
Prompt: Starry night in winter Beautiful winter trees, elegant, fantasy, intricate, very attractive, beautiful, watercolor, mystic, Paul Klee, art deco, Tim Burton, Yacek Yerka, Deep, Dee Nickerson, Van Gogh, funkelnd, very deep, glitzernder schnee, spirit in the sky.
Prompt: Starry night in winter Beautiful winter trees, elegant, fantasy, intricate, very attractive, beautiful, watercolor, mystic, Paul Klee, art deco, Tim Burton, Yacek Yerka, Deep, Dee Nickerson, Van Gogh, funkelnd, very deep, glitzernder schnee, spirit in the sky.
Prompt: minimalist graphic poster .. only flat colours. one line drawing.art deco and marimekko, definitive characteristics, illustrative stylization, graphic emphasis, high accent textures, colored line patterns.
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.
