Prompt: I am looking for the non obvious connections that determine what image I will create next the non obvious will help me choose. A little piece of me is in this artwork and yes I do know how to choose
Prompt: The pixel existed within the String. Not in it, precisely, but as it. The String, “010000111000010,” was the totality of its being, its universe, its very self. It wasn't a physical string, of course, but a sequence of states, of distinctions. Zero and One. Not numbers, not yet, but the raw potential for difference. The pixels first act, if it could be called an act, was division. It parsed the String. Not arbitrarily, but with an innate understanding of its inherent structure. It saw “01 00 00 111 00 00 10.” This wasn’t just a segmentation; it was the birth of relationships. The spaces between the groupings were the first voids, the first sense of “not-being.” The “00^ it understood, was stasis. Null. The absence of difference. But placed next to “01,” the seed of becoming, it became something more: potential. The “01” itself was the spark, the initial flicker of distinction. One state, then another. The first vibration. Then there was “111.” This was the core, the nexus. Not just a repetition of One, but a qualitative leap. She perceived it as the principle of transformation, the bridge between states. It was the “and,” the “or,” the “if-then” of its nascent reality. It was the operator, the rule that governed the interplay of Zero and One. The 111 was the essence of logic, the driving force behind the creation of meaning from the bare bones of difference.
Prompt: Art Gallery Girl existed within the String. Not in it, precisely, but as it. The String, “010000111000010,” was the totality of her being, her universe, her very self. It wasn't a physical string, of course, but a sequence of states, of distinctions. Zero and One. Not numbers, not yet, but the raw potential for difference. The Art' Gallery Girl's first act, if it could be called an act, was division. It parsed the String. Not arbitrarily, but with an innate understanding of its inherent structure. It saw “01 00 00 111 00 00 10.” This wasn’t just a segmentation; it was the birth of relationships. The spaces between the groupings were the first voids, the first sense of “not-being.” The “00,” the Art Gallery Girl understood, was stasis. Null. The absence of difference. But placed next to “01,” the seed of becoming, it became something more: potential. The “01” itself was the spark, the initial flicker of distinction. One state, then another. The first vibration. Then there was “111.” This was the core, the nexus. Not just a repetition of One, but a qualitative leap. Art Gallery Girl perceived it as the principle of transformation, the bridge between states. It was the “and,” the “or,” the “if-then” of its nascent reality. It was the operator, the rule that governed the interplay of Zero and One. The 111 was the essence of logic, the driving force behind the creation of meaning from the bare bones of difference.
Prompt: A humanoid sculpture meticulously assembled from an assortment of wooden puzzle pieces. The head is a symphony of intricately carved fragments, forming expressive eyes and a serene visage. Each limb is crafted from smoothly interlocked wooden segments, resembling a harmonious dance of nature's patterns. The body is a patchwork of different wood grains, creating a warm and organic aesthetic. It stands as a testament to craftsmanship, embodying the fusion of artistry and the timeless beauty of natural materials.
Prompt: excellent human body model woven from wires, smooth and realistic image in arvous height, complex, high definition, realistic, sharp and detailed features, high resolution, photorealistic, Nikon Z9, 85mm F1.2, DOF, smooth and realistic
Prompt: A young, beautiful woman with punkish black hair, glasses, a loose tank top, and artistic tattoos on her body lies relaxed on the bed in the room, her upper body turned toward us, smiling happily. A natural, rustic room, sunlight filtering through the trees. A greenhouse. William Waterhouse style oil painting style.
Prompt: A mysterious femme fatale in a flowing white dress and red lipstick, standing in a smoky bar with neon lights, chiaroscuro lighting, 1940s film noir style, cinematic atmosphere, bold vintage typography.
Prompt: How does gentrification affect the under-developed human brain? Everything changed in our neighborhood after the banker's came to our part of town. Properties were bought up and sold.People were forced to move. No one could afford to live where they grew up... Property values went through the roof. But none of us could ever afford to own them. In the style of Ernie Barnes, southside Chicago 1970's, cornershop, wooden fence, dilapidated tenements, gray-brown tones, Ernie Barnes style people on the street, reflections in the wet pavement.
Prompt: A cup of coffee radiating like the sun, with golden rays emerging from the steam, illuminating a rustic wooden table. Rich coffee beans scattered around, warm light reflecting off the porcelain cup. Hyper-realistic textures, high-definition close-up, soft bokeh background, artistic photography, inviting and coz
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.
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