Prompt: In the heart of a vast desert, a hidden oasis lies concealed from the relentless sun. A crystal-clear spring bubbles up from the earth, its water feeding a lush grove of palm trees and fragrant wildflowers. The air is cool and humid, a welcome respite from the scorching desert heat. Birds chirp in the branches, their songs a symphony of life amidst the barren landscape. A lone traveler, their weary body draped in tattered robes, approaches the oasis. They fall to their knees beside the spring, their hands cupping the cool water as they drink deeply. This scene captures the essence of refuge and renewal, a reminder that even in the harshest environments, life can find a way to thrive.
Prompt: Atop a remote mountain peak, an ancient observatory stands sentinel against the elements. Its weathered stone walls are etched with cryptic symbols, and its once-powerful telescopes now lie dormant, their lenses clouded by time. Inside, a dusty globe of the heavens rests on a pedestal, its painted stars and constellations faded but still hinting at the vastness of the universe. A lone figure, cloaked in a tattered robe, stands by a window, their gaze fixed on the star-studded sky. They whisper incantations in an ancient tongue, their voice lost in the howling wind. This scene captures the essence of a forgotten pursuit of celestial knowledge, a testament to humanity's enduring fascination with the cosmos.
Prompt: The Alchemist's Workshop: Tucked away in a hidden alley behind a bustling tavern lies a ramshackle alchemist's workshop. The air hums with the low hiss of bubbling potions and the rhythmic clinking of glassware. Strange, otherworldly plants line the shelves, their glowing leaves casting an eerie light on the cluttered workbench. A hunched figure, draped in a stained apron and goggles perched on their forehead, meticulously tends to a crackling retort. Their brow furrows in concentration as they add a shimmering crystal dust to the bubbling concoction, a wisp of emerald smoke curling upwards. This scene captures the essence of a solitary scholar, forever pushing the boundaries of knowledge with a blend of science and magic, their dedication fueled by a relentless pursuit of the unknown.
Prompt: The Whispering Catacombs: Deep beneath a ruined city, a labyrinthine network of catacombs winds its way through the earth. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and decay, and an oppressive silence hangs heavy in the air. Torches flicker, casting grotesque shadows that dance on the weathered walls adorned with faded murals depicting a forgotten civilization. A lone figure, their face obscured by a hooded cloak, navigates the treacherous passage, their footsteps echoing off the ancient stone. In the distance, a faint, rhythmic sound can be heard - the sound of dripping water, hinting at a hidden chamber and the secrets it may hold. This scene captures the essence of a perilous delve into the forgotten past, where every step could lead to a horrifying discovery or a treasure beyond imagination.
Prompt: The Watchtower's Vigil: A lone knight, their weathered face etched with the lines of countless battles, stands atop a crumbling watchtower. The wind whips at their crimson cloak, tugging at the tattered banner emblazoned with a forgotten sigil. Below, a vast, mist-shrouded valley stretches out like a sleeping giant. The air hangs heavy with an unsettling silence, broken only by the mournful cry of unseen birds circling the distant, skeletal remains of a long-dead dragon. The knight's hand rests on the hilt of a sword, its once-gleaming blade dulled by time but still pulsating with a faint inner light, a whisper of the magic once woven into its core. This scene captures the essence of a tireless sentinel, forever vigilant against an unknown threat, their lone vigil a beacon of hope in a realm shrouded in mist and forgotten lore.
Prompt: In the heart of a bustling metropolis, amidst the towering skyscrapers and ceaseless hum of urban life, a hidden oasis of tranquility lay concealed. Nestled within a forgotten courtyard, a serene garden flourished, untouched by the chaos of the city that surrounded it. Cascading waterfalls, their crystal-clear waters fed by an ancient spring, trickled over moss-covered rocks, their gentle murmur creating a soothing symphony. Cherry blossom trees, their branches adorned with delicate pink petals, danced gracefully in the gentle breeze, their fragrance filling the air with a sweet perfume. Beneath the shade of ancient willow trees, a solitary koi pond shimmered like a mirror, reflecting the vibrant hues of the garden. In this hidden sanctuary, amidst the concrete jungle, time seemed to slow its relentless pace, offering solace to weary souls seeking refuge from the clamor of the outside world.
Prompt: Moonlight, fragmented by a canopy of twisted branches reaching like skeletal claws, cast an eerie glow on the moss-covered ruins. A lone figure, cloaked in tattered grey rags, navigated the treacherous path littered with crumbling masonry and overgrown with thorny vines. The air hummed with an unsettling silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures and the figure's ragged breaths. In the distance, a colossal obsidian statue, its features weathered smooth by time, loomed ominously against the star-dusted sky. Its sightless eyes seemed to follow the figure's every step, a silent guardian of secrets long buried. This scene captured the essence of a perilous exploration, a lone adventurer venturing into a forgotten city shrouded in mystery and an unsettling sense of danger.
Prompt: Sunlight, filtered through vibrant stained glass depicting a forgotten hero slaying a monstrous serpent, streamed onto a weathered map spread on a dusty table. Gnarled fingers, adorned with a silver ring etched with a roaring lion, traced the faded lines of the map. Around the table, cloaked figures huddled, their faces obscured by shadow, murmuring in hushed tones. A tense silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the rhythmic dripping of water from a hidden leak somewhere above. This scene captured the essence of a clandestine meeting, a group of rebels plotting against a tyrannical regime in a secret haven hidden within a forgotten cathedral, their determination to overthrow oppression burning brightly in the dim light.
Prompt: High atop a crumbling castle spire, its jagged battlements clawing at a bruised, twilight sky, a lone figure stood guard. Rain, relentless and icy, lashed at their weathered face and soaked their worn, crimson cloak. Below, a sprawling city choked in a thick, magical fog. Colossal, skeletal gargoyles, animated by an unseen magic, leered down from rooftops, their eyes glowing with an eerie blue light. From somewhere within the fog, the mournful wail of a banshee echoed through the ravaged streets, a chilling reminder of the city's tragic fate. In their hand, the lone figure clutched a glowing orb, its surface etched with arcane symbols, its faint light the only defiance against the encroaching darkness. This scene captured the essence of a desperate vigil, a lone sentinel clinging to a fading hope amidst a city consumed by a chilling magic, their unwavering spirit a beacon against the encroaching despair.
Prompt: A mystical landscape unfolds with towering, mist-wreathed mountains. Beneath, an ancient, enchanted forest thrives, its trees glowing faintly with bioluminescent moss. A crystal-clear river, shimmering with magical light, cascades into a serene lake surrounded by fields of ethereal, glowing flowers.
Nestled by the lake is a mystical ruin, its stone archways and pillars entwined with luminescent vines. Beyond the lake, an open meadow is dotted with fairy rings and mysterious standing stones, pulsating with arcane energy.
In the distance, a towering, dormant volcano emits a soft, eerie glow from its lava tubes, scattered with shimmering crystals. The sky above is a kaleidoscope of shifting colors, and as night falls, it transforms into a mesmerizing display of stars and auroras, bathing the landscape in a mystical, otherworldly light.
Prompt: A rugged fantasy landscape unfolds with towering, snow-capped mountains shrouded in mist. Below, dense evergreen forests cover rolling hills, their ancient trees creating a twilight beneath their canopies. A crystal-clear river cascades down from the mountains, forming a tranquil lake surrounded by wildflower-dotted meadows.
On the far side of the lake, an ancient, ivy-covered fortress stands on a plateau, overlooking the valley with its crumbling towers. Beyond this, vast grasslands stretch to the horizon, where wild horses roam, ending at a mysterious marshland shrouded in fog.
In the distance, a dormant volcano looms, its dark slopes dotted with glowing crystals. The sky above shifts in brilliant hues, transforming into a starlit tapestry at dusk, hinting at the world's deep, magical history.
Prompt: A colossal, petrified hand, its weathered fingers reaching towards a sky ablaze with a million stars, formed a natural amphitheater. Within its palm, nestled amongst bioluminescent lichen, a traveling troupe of bards performed. Their makeshift stage, a platform of polished obsidian, vibrated with the rhythmic twang of lutes and the haunting drone of didgeridoos carved from petrified bone. Glowing moths, attracted by the music, danced in mesmerizing patterns, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of light and sound. Around the amphitheater, nestled in tents woven from spider silk and adorned with swirling constellations, sat a diverse audience - dwarves with jeweled beards tapping their feet, wizened elves with glowing eyes swaying to the melody, and even a lone griffin perched on a rocky outcrop, its head bobbing in time with the music. This scene captured the essence of a traveling performance, where music and storytelling transcended language, bringing together a disparate audience under the vast night sky, united by the universal language of art and wonder.
Prompt: High atop a colossal, petrified tree, its branches reaching like gnarled fingers towards a blood-red double sun, a lone figure knelt. Clothed in shimmering leather armor etched with swirling constellations, they traced a symbol on a weathered scroll with a fingertip aglow with an inner light. The air vibrated with a low hum, charged with arcane energy. Below, the vast desert landscape stretched out, a tapestry of crimson sand dunes and shattered rock formations. Scattered across the landscape, the bleached white bones of colossal sandworms lay like fallen giants, a testament to the harshness of the environment. In the distance, a shimmering oasis shimmered like a mirage, a beacon of hope in this unforgiving world. This scene captured the essence of a determined scholar, deciphering ancient secrets in the shadow of a petrified giant, their pursuit of knowledge fueled by the promise of life amidst the desolation.
Prompt: High atop a colossal, petrified mushroom the size of a city, a lone wind chime crafted from shimmering dragon scales swayed in the gentle breeze. Sunlight, dappled by the bioluminescent ferns clinging to the mushroom's underside, cast a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow on the tranquil scene below. Nestled amongst the mushroom's gills, shimmering like iridescent jewels, were miniature houses built from seashells and coral. Tiny figures, no bigger than a man's thumb, with iridescent wings like dragonflies, flitted between the houses, carrying baskets overflowing with luminous berries. This scene captured the essence of a fantastical microcosm, where a community of winged humanoids thrived in a miniature utopia, their ingenuity and harmony a testament to the beauty found in unexpected places.
Prompt: A weathered stone bridge, its arches adorned with the petrified remains of long-extinct griffins, spanned a chasm choked with swirling mist. Sunlight, filtered through the churning fog, cast an ethereal glow on the bridge's moss-covered surface. A cloaked figure, their face obscured by shadow, pushed a laden cart piled high with sacks of glimmering crystals across the bridge. The rhythmic clinking of the crystals mingled with the mournful cry of unseen birds circling the abyss below. The air crackled with a faint electrical hum emanating from the crystals, hinting at a powerful magic they contained. This scene captured the essence of a perilous journey, a lone trader carrying precious cargo across a treacherous bridge, their destination shrouded in the swirling mists and the secrets they held.
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.
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.
Prompt: Beneath a fractured sky, where two moons bled crimson light, a colossal stone hand, weathered and cracked, reached from the earth. Its fingers, each adorned with a petrified wyvern skull, grasped at the heavens in defiance. Upon its palm, nestled amidst a forest of petrified cacti, stood a lone, weathered tavern. Its sign, a swaying wyvern tail crafted from bleached bone, creaked in the desert wind. Inside, a motley crew of adventurers huddled around a flickering fire. A cloaked figure, their face obscured by shadow, nursed a tankard of steaming liquid. A weathered warrior, their armor etched with forgotten symbols, sharpened a gleaming axe. A young mage, their eyes glowing faintly with arcane energy, studied a tattered scroll. Each bore the scars of countless journeys, their faces etched with the tales of a hundred battles. This ramshackle tavern, a beacon nestled in the hand of a forgotten giant, served as a temporary haven for those brave enough to traverse the unforgiving desert, a microcosm of courage and desperation in a world teetering on the edge of chaos.
Prompt: High atop a crumbling watchtower, its battlements adorned with the skeletal remains of a long-dead griffin, stood a lone knight. Moonlight, filtered through the tattered banners emblazoned with a forgotten sigil, cast long, eerie shadows across the desolate plains below. In the distance, a colossal, skeletal wyvern lay half-buried in the dunes, its colossal skull a grim reminder of battles long past. The silence was broken only by the mournful howling of wind through the tower's broken windows, a sound that sent shivers down the knight's spine. Their hand rested on the hilt of a sword, its blade etched with arcane runes that glowed faintly in the moonlight, a faint vestige of a once-powerful enchantment. This scene captured the essence of a lonely vigil, a lone warrior standing guard against an unknown threat in a land abandoned by hope, their unwavering spirit a beacon in the desolate night.
Prompt: A colossal, hollowed-out redwood stood sentinel over a moonlit valley. Sunlight, long gone, gave way to the ethereal glow of bioluminescent flowers that carpeted the forest floor like a starry expanse. Within the redwood's cavernous interior, a dwarven city bustled with activity. Forges, fueled by internal vents channeling the earth's heat, roared with flames. Gears and bellows, powered by harnessed geothermal energy, whirred rhythmically. Dwarven figures, their beards sparkling with flecks of moonlight filtering through the redwood's hollowed top, hammered away at glowing metal, crafting magnificent weapons and armor. The air hung heavy with the mingled scent of soot, sweat, and the faint sweetness of bioluminescent blooms – a symphony of industry and nature in perfect harmony. This scene captured the essence of a thriving dwarven society, where ingenuity and respect for nature coalesced within the heart of a colossal, living monument.
Prompt: Beneath a tapestry of twilight, where the last embers of sunlight bled into a velvet night, an ancient stone bridge, its arches moss-covered and adorned with crumbling statues of forgotten heroes, spanned a chasm choked with swirling mist. A lone figure, cloaked in a shimmering emerald robe like a captured fragment of twilight itself, stood gazing into the swirling abyss. Their hand rested on a hilt carved from moonlight stone, its crescent moon pommel pulsing with a faint, ethereal light. The air vibrated with a low hum, a song of unseen magic carried on the wind. From the depths of the mist, a pair of eyes, burning with an otherworldly blue light, blinked into existence, hinting at a colossal creature slumbering beneath the bridge. This scene captured the essence of a perilous encounter, a lone guardian facing an awakening ancient power, their connection to moonlight magic a fragile shield against the awakening beast in the depths.
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.
Prompt: Blood-stained stone fortress, a sentinel in the mist-choked pass. Skeletal griffin etched on the iron gate, barring the way. A flickering fire illuminates weary travelers: a grim dwarf sharpening his axe, a cloaked figure lost in stars, and a young archer clutching worn arrows. Every face etched with the weight of battles past, they stand at the threshold of a forgotten realm, driven by a desperate quest.
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.
Prompt: Two crimson moons cast an eerie glow on a colossal, emerald-misted sea. A weathered stone hand, crowned with single, ruby-red stars, breached the surface, pointing a silent accusation at the heavens. Upon its palm, a coral forest held the ruins of a forgotten city, its strange symbols glowing faintly in the alien light. Bioluminescent fish, living jewels, danced amidst crumbling towers, a fleeting beauty against the leviathan's mournful call echoing in the mist.
Prompt: High atop a jagged obsidian mountain, a colossal, skeletal dragon lay slain. Its bones, weathered white by centuries of wind and storm, formed a natural bridge spanning a chasm filled with swirling clouds the color of bruised grapes. Beneath this bridge of bone, a hidden city thrived. Carved from the obsidian mountain itself, its spires and towers mirrored the jagged peaks surrounding them, creating a fortress that blended seamlessly with the harsh landscape. Gargoyles, sculpted from obsidian and imbued with a faint inner light, perched on the city walls, their watchful eyes scanning the swirling mists below. A lone figure, draped in crimson robes and wielding a staff topped with a glowing amethyst, stood on the highest tower, gazing out at the churning clouds. The wind whipped at their cloak, carrying the faint scent of ozone and magic. Below them, the city hummed with activity: blacksmiths hammered away at glowing metal, winged wyverns swooped through the sky laden with cargo, and cloaked figures hurried through the obsidian streets, their faces obscured by shadow. This scene captured the essence of a city built on power and mystery, a testament to the resilience of a people who dared to carve their civilization from the very bones of a fallen dragon.
Prompt: A weathered stone bridge, its arches adorned with moss and chipped statues of forgotten heroes, spanned a raging river. Sunlight, splintered by churning whitewater, cast dappled shadows on the worn cobblestones. Half-hidden in the mist rising from the rapids, a colossal, moss-covered dragon skeleton lay half-submerged, its massive claws gripping at the riverbank like petrified fingers. On the bridge itself, a cloaked figure stood gazing out at the churning water. A worn leather satchel rested at their feet, and the hilt of a sword, its pommel carved with a snarling wolf, peeked out from beneath their cloak. The air buzzed with the distant call of ravens and the low rumble of thunder rolling in from the mountains. This scene offered a glimpse of a perilous journey, a lone traveler facing the remnants of a forgotten battle and the promise of a new adventure yet to unfold.
Prompt: volume_up
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 crumbling watchtower, its battlements adorned with weather-beaten banners depicting a forgotten griffin, stood sentinel over a mist-shrouded valley. Below, a winding river, its surface reflecting the first slivers of dawn, snaked through emerald meadows dotted with wildflowers. In the distance, a colossal stone bridge, its arches etched with scenes of past victories, spanned a chasm choked with swirling mist. Upon the bridge, a lone knight, their polished armor gleaming like a silver teardrop, stood guard. Their hand rested on the hilt of a longsword, its inscription glowing faintly with an inner light, a whispered promise of ancient magic imbued within the blade. The air hummed with the anticipation of a new day, a promise of adventure and the lingering mystery of what secrets the swirling mist below might hold.
Prompt: High atop a colossal sandstone mesa, weathered by millennia of wind and sun, a network of colossal gears whirred and groaned. Sunlight glinted off their rusted surfaces, casting a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow on the arid landscape below. These weren't the gears of a forgotten factory, but the fossilized remains of a gargantuan sandworm, its colossal form permanently etched into the mesa. Within its skeletal frame, a city thrived. Houses carved from petrified sand and powered by steam vents from the worm's internal heat sources lined the inner walls. Steampunk contraptions, cobbled together from the worm's bones, clattered and hissed, powering everything from water pumps to rudimentary flying machines buzzing between the worm's ribs. In the distance, the bleached white bones of a sandworm graveyard stretched towards the horizon, a stark reminder of the harsh desert and the ingenuity of those who dared to call it home. This scene offered a glimpse into a society that thrived in the harshest of environments, repurposing the remnants of a colossal creature into a testament to their unwavering spirit and fantastical innovation.
Prompt: Carved from a colossal amethyst crystal, a majestic palace shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Sunlight, refracted through the gem's facets, painted the surrounding landscape in a kaleidoscope of colors. Steam, billowing from ornately carved chimneys resembling dragon heads, danced in the cool mountain air. Cogs and gears, crafted from polished obsidian, whirred rhythmically within the palace walls, powering intricate clockwork contraptions that tended to the royal gardens overflowing with bioluminescent flora. Across a crystal bridge, a city bustled with activity. Dwarven craftspeople, adorned in goggles and wielding steam-powered tools, toiled alongside winged sylphs who navigated the skies in elegant airships powered by captured moonlight. This scene captured the essence of a fantastical utopia, where the raw beauty of nature, the ingenuity of steampunk, and the magic of mythical creatures intertwined to create a breathtaking display of harmony and progress.
Prompt: Beneath a blood-red double sun, a colossal sandstone skull, etched with forgotten symbols, leered at the unforgiving desert. Wind, howling like a banshee, scoured the bleached bones, whistling a mournful tune through the empty eye sockets. Inside the skull, a network of rickety wooden walkways, cobbled together with scrap metal, snaked through the cavernous space. Glowing orbs, powered by captured lightning harnessed from rare desert storms, pulsed softly, revealing murals depicting scenes of a lost civilization that tamed the harsh environment. In the distance, a lone, skeletal windmill, its blades long still, cast a jagged shadow against the crimson sky. This scene offered a haunting beauty, a stark contrast between the harshness of the desert and the ingenuity of a long-lost people, forever etched in the bleached bones of a forgotten giant.
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.
