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.
Prompt: A colossal stone hand, weathered and moss-covered, emerged from a churning sea of clouds. Its outstretched fingers, each the size of a mountain, were adorned with rusted rings and tarnished gauntlets, hinting at a forgotten giant slumbering beneath the endless sky. Upon the palm, nestled amidst patches of bioluminescent lichen, stood a bustling gnome city. Houses carved from glittering geodes, workshops spewing puffs of steam that mingled with the swirling mist, and rickety elevators scaling the massive fingers – all pulsated with gnome ingenuity. In the distance, a fleet of steam-powered airships, resembling oversized dragonflies, buzzed around a colossal clocktower that chimed a haunting melody every hour, a reminder of the fleeting nature of time even amongst such fantastical creations. Here, nature's grand monument served as the foundation for a thriving society, a testament to the enduring spirit of innovation and the breathtaking potential for harmony between the ancient and the inventive.
Prompt: A colossal dragon skull, bleached white by the relentless desert sun, served as the unlikely gateway to a forgotten city. Its gaping maw framed the entrance, teeth resembling jagged stalagmites. Within, a network of rickety wooden walkways, held aloft by scaffolding cobbled together from scrap metal, snaked through the cavernous skull. Glowing orbs, powered by an unknown energy source, pulsed softly, casting an eerie luminescence on the weathered murals that adorned the inner walls, depicting scenes of a once-proud civilization. In the distance, a colossal clock tower, its hands frozen in time, pierced the blood-red sky. This scene presented a chilling beauty, nature's harshness contrasting the ingenuity of a long-lost society, all hinting at a forgotten power that once pulsed through these desolate bones.
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 twisted, gnarled forest, its ancient trees groaning under the weight of countless metal contraptions, formed a natural cathedral of iron and bark. Sunlight, filtered through a canopy of leaves interlaced with copper pipes and flickering gaslights, dusted the mossy ground in a dappled mosaic. Vines, thick as a man's arm, intertwined with cables and hoses, pulsed with a bioluminescent glow. In the distance, a colossal stone bridge, its arches adorned with the visages of forgotten heroes, spanned a chasm choked with churning steam. A rickety steam-powered carriage, resembling a giant dragonfly with whirring wings, traversed the bridge, its passengers – a mix of cloaked elves and dwarves sporting goggles and tinker tools – peering curiously into the swirling mist below. Here, the raw magic of the forest clashed with the whirring ingenuity of steampunk, creating a breathtakingly strange ecosystem where ancient wonders met fantastical inventions, all shrouded in an air of mystery and adventure.
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: 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: 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: A steam-powered windmill, its blades chuffing rhythmically, overlooked a rolling emerald valley. Gears and pipes snaked through the ancient oak it called home, sunlight glinting off brass. Below, a hobbit village bustled with steam-powered inventions, smoke curling from fantastical chimneys as a rhythmic clang met a hiss, a unique blend of old and new.
Prompt: A gnarled oak, its branches heavy with centuries, stood sentinel over a rolling emerald valley. Sunlight streamed through gaps in the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the lush grass below. A winding stream, clear as polished crystal, meandered through the valley floor, its surface reflecting the cotton-ball clouds drifting lazily across the azure sky. In the distance, a quaint hobbit village nestled against the base of a gentle hill, its smoke curling peacefully into the clear air. The rhythmic clang of a blacksmith's hammer echoed faintly from the village, a comforting sound that spoke of a simple life in harmony with nature. This was a scene straight out of an old fantasy novel, a place where hobbits might frolic and elves might sing beneath the boughs of ancient trees, a timeless picture of idyllic beauty and tranquility.
Prompt: Beneath a double sun, their harsh light baking the cracked earth, a lone canyon sprawled endlessly. Jagged, crimson rock formations, sculpted by millennia of wind and sand, clawed at the sky like petrified claws. The air hung thick with the scent of sun-baked stone and the distant rumble of sandworms, unseen leviathans that burrowed beneath the surface. In the distance, a weathered fortress of weathered sandstone clung precariously to a cliff face, its battlements crenellated against the relentless desert winds. A lone vulture circled overhead, its silhouette a stark contrast against the blood-red sky. This was a landscape of unforgiving beauty, where survival hung in the balance and every shadow held the promise of danger.
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: A hidden waterfall plunged into a turquoise lagoon, its roar muffled by the thick canopy of a primordial swamp. Vines, as thick as a man's arm, hung heavy with moisture, their emerald leaves filtering the sunlight into emerald shards. Strange, bulbous flowers bloomed on the water's edge, each petal a vibrant shade of purple or crimson, pulsing with an inner bioluminescence. In the distance, the gnarled roots of a colossal ancient tree, rumored to be older than time itself, pierced the stagnant water, its branches reaching out like skeletal fingers towards the hazy sky. The air thrummed with the buzzing of unseen insects and the occasional guttural croak of an unseen swamp dweller. This hidden oasis, both beautiful and perilous, held the secrets of a forgotten age.
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: A gnarled yew forest, ancient and silent, choked the air with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Sunlight, filtered through a dense canopy, dappled the moss-covered stones beneath your feet. Twisted branches interlaced overhead, forming a dark, natural cathedral. In the distance, the mournful call of a lone wolf echoed through the stillness, a haunting reminder of the untamed wilderness that stretched beyond the forest's edge. Crumbling ruins, shrouded in creeping vines, hinted at a forgotten civilization swallowed by the woods. The air hung heavy with a sense of forgotten history and lurking danger, a perfect breeding ground for adventure or peril.
Enchanted Night: Glowing Waterfalls & Luminous City
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1024
(1.84 MP)
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Prompt: Upon a crescent moon, bathed in the ethereal glow of twilight, a floating city shimmered like a pearl. Gossamer waterfalls cascaded down from its moonstone balconies, their waters infused with stardust and sparkling with an otherworldly luminescence. Bioluminescent flora bloomed along the city's walkways, casting an iridescent sheen on the crystalline pathways. In the distance, winged creatures resembling living constellations soared through the stardust, their trails leaving shimmering ribbons of light in their wake. The air hummed with a melody woven from starlight and whispered wishes, a testament to the potent magic that imbued this celestial realm.
Prompt: Moonlight, fractured by obsidian spires, spilled onto a frozen lake. Its surface, a mirror of shattered glass, reflected skeletal branches clawing at the crimson sky. A lone, skeletal figure, wreathed in mist, stood on the ice, its purpose shrouded in a chilling mystery.
Prompt: A crimson moon, fractured and bleeding light, cast an ominous glow upon the necropolis. Monoliths, carved from obsidian so black it seemed to swallow light, rose like jagged teeth from the cracked earth. An icy wind, laced with the stench of decay, whipped tattered funeral shrouds that draped the skeletal trees. Wisps of malevolent green flame danced along bone-strewn avenues, illuminating the grotesque statues of long-dead tyrants that lined the path. In the distance, a colossal mausoleum, its entrance guarded by towering statues of grinning gargoyles, pulsed with an unnatural violet light. The very air vibrated with a low, oppressive hum, a promise of untold horrors that lurked within the heart of this city of the dead.
Prompt: A gnarled, skeletal forest stretched beneath a bruised purple sky. The once-proud trees, twisted into nightmarish shapes by an unknown blight, stood like petrified screams against the desolate landscape. The ground crunched beneath every step, choked with a carpet of brittle black leaves that whispered secrets in the wind. In the distance, a colossal obsidian fortress loomed, its towers adorned with skeletal trophies - the bleached remains of unfortunate explorers. An unnatural mist clung to the fortress walls, swirling and pulsating with an eerie inner light. From within, a guttural roar echoed, a sound that sent shivers down the spine and spoke of a monstrous power that dwelled in this forsaken place. Here, beauty had been corrupted, twisted into a macabre reflection of its former glory, a chilling reminder of the price of unchecked darkness.
Prompt: Carved into the side of a colossal, dormant volcano, a dwarven city glowed with an inner fire. Molten gold, channeled from the volcano's heart, streamed down intricately carved channels, illuminating soaring obsidian towers and bustling marketplaces. Steam vents wreathed the city in a perpetual twilight, tinged crimson by the embers at the volcano's peak. Above, on a platform carved from obsidian, a lone dwarven king surveyed his domain. His beard, the color of spun gold, flowed down his chest like a river of molten metal. Below, dwarven warriors practiced in the courtyards, their axes flashing in the golden light. The rhythmic clanging of hammers echoed from forges deep within the mountain, a constant hum that spoke of industry and resilience. This was a kingdom built on fire and forged in the heart of a mountain, a testament to the dwarven spirit that thrived in the face of immense heat and hardship.
Prompt: Upon a windswept bluff overlooking a churning sea of obsidian glass, a lone dwarven outpost clung defiantly. Carved from obsidian itself, the fortress shimmered with an otherworldly sheen, its black walls etched with runes that pulsed with a faint inner light. Beneath the fortress, a glacier snaked down the mountainside, its surface a dazzling expanse of sapphire and emerald ice. In the distance, colossal volcanoes, their peaks wreathed in perpetual flame, stained the crimson heavens with plumes of obsidian smoke. Yet, amidst this harsh beauty, a single, defiant oak tree stood rooted at the bluff's edge. Its branches, gnarled and wind-sculpted, were heavy with golden acorns that seemed to radiate an inner warmth, a testament to the enduring spirit that thrived even in the face of such desolation.
Prompt: Beneath a sky ablaze with two moons, a colossal stone bridge, each archway carved with the visages of forgotten heroes, spanned a chasm of churning emerald mist. On either side, jagged obsidian mountains pierced the heavens, their peaks crowned with glittering glaciers that whispered secrets in the howling wind. From the depths of the mist rose an elven city, its spires crafted from a luminous white marble that pulsed with an ethereal light. Across the bridge charged a regiment of mounted elves, their silver armor gleaming in the moonlight, their banners emblazoned with a silver stag - a symbol of unwavering vigilance. The air crackled with anticipation, a melody woven from the clash of steel and the mournful shriek of monstrous birds circling high above. Here, on the precipice of breathtaking beauty and perilous danger, a battle for the fate of this awe-inspiring realm was about to unfold.
Prompt: Atop a wind-battered mesa, bathed in the golden light of dawn, stood a lone knight in shining armor. Below them, a vast valley unfolded, a tapestry of emerald meadows and sapphire rivers. Snow-capped mountains, their peaks scraping the azure sky, formed a majestic backdrop. A bustling human city nestled at the valley's heart, its white walls reflecting the rising sun. From its spires, banners fluttered proudly, their crimson emblazoned with a golden dragon - a symbol of hope and resilience. In the distance, a herd of unicorns grazed peacefully on a field of wildflowers, their coats shimmering with an otherworldly light. The air vibrated with a quiet heroism, a promise of adventure and the unwavering spirit of those who dared to protect this breathtaking realm.
Prompt: A howling wind scoured the desolate plains of the Northfar. Cracked earth stretched as far as the eye could see, dotted only with the bleached bones of long-dead giants. In the distance, the jagged teeth of the Greyfang Mountains clawed at the blood-red sky, their peaks capped with swirling snow. A lone raven circled overhead, its harsh caw the only sound besides the relentless wind. Here, amidst the bleakness, stood the crumbling ruins of a forgotten fortress, its broken towers casting long, skeletal shadows across the wasteland.
Prompt: Picture a majestic ice fantasy castle perched atop a snow-capped mountaintop, overlooking a breathtaking landscape of dense forests and rolling hills. As you gaze down from the castle's balcony, you can see a beautiful river snaking through the woods, glistening in the sunlight. The lush greenery of the forest extends as far as the eye can see, with tall trees reaching up towards the sky and a myriad of wildlife scurrying about on the forest floor. The sound of the river flowing gently in the background creates a sense of serenity and peacefulness, making it the perfect spot for a tranquil escape.
Prompt: A fierce female elven warrior with striking war scars and hair as red as flames valiantly battles a formidable purple-black dragon. Her determined spirit and unwavering courage are evident in every move she makes as she fights to defend her people and protect her land. The clash of steel against scales and the roar of the dragon's breath fill the air as this epic battle unfolds.
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: As the sun rises over the horizon, a solitary samurai engages in a fierce battle with a colossal Asian dragon on the battlefield. In the distance, an ancient castle perches atop a towering mountain, bearing witness to the epic confrontation between the two mythical creatures. The clash of swords and the deafening roar of the dragon reverberate through the air, as the samurai valiantly fights to defend his honor and protect his people from the fearsome beast.
Prompt: Stone castle built into the side of a mountain. At the foot of the mountain a dense forest with a river flowing through it. Imaginative dwarf castle. Banner. Fireplaces. Lava running out of the castle in built stone constructions.
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.
