Prompt: A hulking, moss-covered fortress loomed atop a craggy peak, its battlements adorned not with banners but with whirring cogs and telescoping cannons. Steam billowed from smokestacks grafted onto ancient watchtowers, their plumes mingling with the swirling morning mist. Below, a winding path, paved with cobblestones and reinforced steel tracks, snaked down the mountainside. A colossal steam-powered cart, resembling a fire-breathing iron serpent, chugged its way up, laden with barrels of unknown cargo and a contingent of dwarven warriors in riveted armor, their axes gleaming in the rising sun. In the distance, a plume of smoke rose from a hidden valley, hinting at a bustling dwarven city powered by ingenuity and fueled by the very mountain itself. This scene painted a picture of a bygone era reborn – a rugged, classic fantasy world reforged with the iron fist of steampunk innovation.
Prompt: A colossal, rust-eaten gear, half-buried in the sand, marked the entrance to a forgotten city. Wind, howling like a banshee, whipped across the dunes, carving away at the sandstone facades of once-grand buildings. Jagged spires, remnants of sky-scraping clock towers, jutted defiantly against the bruised purple sky. Steam vents, long dormant, sprouted from the sand like petrified tentacles, a haunting reminder of a civilization powered by ingenuity and now consumed by the desert's merciless embrace. Here, beauty and decay intertwined, a testament to the relentless passage of time and the hubris of those who dared defy nature's dominion.
Prompt: In the heart of a thick forest stands an overgrown cathedral, its towering spires reaching towards the sky. Vines and moss have claimed the stonework as their own, creating an ethereal, otherworldly atmosphere. A raging foot rushes past the cathedral, its powerful current creating a soothing white noise that reverberates through the trees. A stone bridge spans the river, its ancient arches a testament to the skill of the craftsmen who built it. As the sun begins to rise, its warm light illuminates the cathedral and the surrounding forest, casting a golden glow over the entire scene.
Prompt: High upon a colossal, petrified waterfall, frozen in time by an ancient spell, a lone figure in white robes stood poised. Moonlight, refracted through the cascading ice, cast an ethereal luminescence on their flowing garments and weathered face. Below them, the land stretched out like a tapestry woven from silver moonlight and inky shadows. A forgotten city, its spires and towers encased in glittering ice, lay dormant beneath the frozen waterfall. Their hands, outstretched towards the moon, pulsed with a faint inner light, channeling an ancient magic that held the waterfall at bay. This scene captured the essence of a vigilant guardian, forever tethered to their duty. The frozen waterfall, a testament to their power, served as a barrier against an unknown threat, their sacrifice a lone beacon of hope in a world shrouded in icy silence.
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High atop a wind-battered cliff, a lone, skeletal oak stood defiant against the relentless ocean spray. Its gnarled branches, once a haven for singing birds, now reached out like bony claws towards a stormy sky. Below, a crumbling stone keep, its banners long tattered and its walls marked by countless battles, clung tenaciously to the cliff face. Jagged black rocks, slick with rain, formed a treacherous path leading to a narrow gate, its rusted hinges groaning in the wind. A lone raven circled overhead, its harsh caw echoing across the desolate landscape. The air crackled with a raw, primal energy, a constant reminder of the unforgiving elements and the indomitable spirit of those who dared to call this place home.
Prompt: A lone, weathered druid stood atop a windswept cliff, gazing out at a vast, rolling ocean churned emerald by a brewing storm. The air crackled with the tang of salt and the approaching tempest. Sunlight, momentarily breaking through the dark clouds, cast a fleeting golden glow upon the druid's worn leather armor adorned with intricate leaf patterns. In their hand, a gnarled staff, carved from an ancient oak, pulsed faintly with a verdant light, echoing the power of the coming storm. Behind them, nestled amongst the roots of a colossal, wind-twisted tree, lay the entrance to a hidden grove, its entrance marked by a ring of towering mushrooms that glowed with an otherworldly blue light. This scene captured the essence of a guardian at the precipice of a battle, a protector of nature about to face the fury of the sea, their connection to the wild a beacon of hope against the encroaching storm.
Desert Dreamscape: Towering Dunes & Futuristic City
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1024
(1.84 MP)
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Prompt: Atop a wind-battered mesa, bleached white by a relentless sun, stood a lone watchtower. Its weathered stones, once proud and strong, now bore the scars of countless sandstorms. Below, a vast desert stretched out, an endless sea of rippling dunes the color of sunbaked clay. In the distance, the jagged teeth of a forgotten city, half-buried in sand, gleamed faintly like bleached bone. A lone vulture circled overhead, its cry the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. Yet, on the watchtower's rampart, a lone figure stood guard, their back straight and gaze unwavering. Here, in this desolate realm, resilience and hope flickered like a defiant ember against the vast emptiness.
Prompt: Beneath a double sun, their harsh light glinting off a forgotten highway, a colossal, shattered stained-glass window marked the path into a ruined metropolis. Cracked mosaics, once depicting fantastical creatures, lay scattered like fallen dominoes. Crumbling skyscrapers, their skeletal frames adorned with rusted scaffolding, pierced the bruised orange sky. A lone, skeletal wind turbine, its blades long frozen, cast a jagged shadow across a desolate plaza. Here, technology and artistry lay in a state of decay, a chilling reminder of a civilization that soared too high and fell too fast, leaving only a desolate beauty as a monument to their ambition.
Prompt: Atop a weathered, moss-draped bridge, the weathered stone whispered tales of forgotten battles. The river below churned a milky white, its surface dotted with luminous water lilies that pulsed a soft, ethereal lavender. Mist clung to the valley floor, obscuring a network of ancient, moss-covered ruins that hinted at a civilization long lost. In the distance, a lone mountain peak, capped with a perpetually swirling storm, pierced the bruised purple sky. An air of melancholic beauty hung heavy, a reminder of past grandeur and the inevitable passage of time. It was a landscape that whispered of forgotten magic and whispered promises of adventure just beyond the clinging mist.
Prompt: Upon a windswept cliff, overlooking a churning sea of churning mist, a lone lighthouse stood sentinel. Its weathered stone base, once home to generations of lighthouse keepers, had been seamlessly integrated with a network of gleaming brass pipes and riveted steel plates. A colossal clock face, operated by a complex system of gears and pistons, adorned the lighthouse's heart, its hands perpetually locked on midnight. From its peak, a powerful searchlight, fueled by a roaring furnace within, stabbed through the mist in rhythmic pulses, a guiding beacon in a world perpetually shrouded in mystery. Below, on the jagged rocks, the rusted remains of a colossal, steam-powered kraken lay half-submerged, a chilling reminder of past battles against the unknown denizens of the mists. This scene captured the essence of a classic fantasy setting, its natural beauty enhanced by the ingenuity of steampampunk technology, all while remaining shrouded in a sense of danger and intrigue.
Prompt: A lone, weather-beaten ranger emerged from the tangled embrace of an ancient forest. Sunlight, filtered through a canopy of towering oaks and gnarled pines, dappled the moss-covered forest floor in a mosaic of light and shadow. The air hummed with the chirping of unseen birds and the rustle of unseen creatures. His worn cloak, the color of faded leaves, blended seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. In his hand, a weathered map, its edges frayed and corners dog-eared, held the promise of a forgotten path leading to a hidden valley rumored to be the last bastion of dwarves, a realm untouched by the encroaching darkness that threatened the land. A sense of urgency shadowed his eyes, a deep-seated fear gnawing at his heart. Yet, his weathered face, etched with the lines of countless adventures, held a resolute determination. He was a lone beacon of hope, a ranger carrying the weight of a world on his shoulders, venturing into the heart of the unknown to seek the aid of a dwindling race. This scene captured the essence of a world on the precipice of change, where a lone hero stepped into the twilight, ready to face the challenges ahead in a desperate bid to preserve the last embers of light.
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.