Prompt: Martin Johnson Heade's 'Judith Point, Rhode Island', 1867-68,paintings,American paintings,1860s landscape paintings,1860s paintings by Martin Johnson Heade,1867 oil on canvas paintings in the united states,American paintings in the cleveland art museum,united states landscape paintings,night in the seascape paintings,Judith Point Rhode Island high resolution,wireless remote,shutter release,lock camera mirror up reflex,reduce IS (Image Stabilizer),fixed focal length lenses,aperture "maximum sharpness,shooting in Raw
Prompt: collaboration with Alex Alemany and Enoch Bolles. Patchwork magic vision path. Surreal.Incredibly detailed and ornate. Realistically painted. Utopian dreamscape fantasy. Heavy use of colors black and white. No people. Final Fantasy inspired.
Prompt: The painting depicts a serene countryside scene, with rolling hills in the background and a tranquil stream flowing through the foreground. The colors are muted, with soft greens and blues dominating the palette. A lone figure stands at the edge of the stream, their back to the viewer, staring out over the water. Trees line the banks of the stream, their leaves just beginning to turn a golden yellow. The overall effect is one of peace and contemplation, as if the viewer has stumbled upon a quiet moment of solitude in an otherwise bustling world.
Prompt: A hidden path between life and death in a winterly futuristic driftwood house scenery By Veri Apriyatno, Android Jones, Jean Baptiste monge, Alberto Seveso, James Jean, Jeremy Mann, Vladimir Petran, Grzegorz Przybyś, Clint Clearley, Mike Campau, accurate features, incredibly detailed, hyperrealistic, WLOP, Scenic beautiful gorgeous, a masterpiece, intricate, high quality, accurate and high quality dust removal, perfect exposure,
Prompt: Amidst the woods, so calm and green,
A sight to behold, a tranquil scene.
Leaves rustle gently, in a soft embrace,
Creating melodies, full of grace.
With a gentle breeze, they come alive,
In a symphony that makes us thrive.
They whisper secrets, ancient and old,
Tales of nature, untamed and bold.
They dance and twirl, in nature's play,
Rejoicing in the light of day.
Their hues of gold, red, and brown,
Painting the forest, a nature's crown.
They flutter down, with a gentle kiss,
Landing softly, in a gentle bliss.
Blanketing the earth, in a silent bed,
A reminder of nature's wisdom, widely spread.
So let us listen, with hearts attune,
To the whispering leaves, beneath the moon.
A reminder of nature's beauty and grace,
A symphony that time cannot erase.
Prompt: In the shadows, lurks a fearsome beast,
Its presence felt, its grip increased.
Anxiety, with claws so sharp,
Clutches at the mind, a relentless harp.
It whispers doubts and sows unease,
A constant hum that does not cease,
It steals the breath, it clouds the mind,
A battle fought, so hard to find.
It tightens chest, it races heart,
A storm that threatens to tear apart,
The peace and calm that once were there,
Now replaced by a constant scare.
But amidst the darkness, there is light,
A flicker of hope that shines so bright,
For with courage, and support so true,
Anxiety's grip can be subdued.
With every step, with every breath,
One can break free from anxiety's wreath,
Through self-care, and love, and gentle care,
Anxiety can be tamed, if we dare.
So stand and fight, with all your might,
You are not alone in this brave fight,
For there is strength within your soul,
To overcome anxiety's toll.
With time and patience, and healing too,
You'll find a way to see it through,
And as the sun rises, a new day dawns,
Anxiety's grip, forever gone.
Prompt: Fading into Stars
When you die and cease to breathe,
Your soul transcends, takes its leave.
Your body rests, so still and cold,
Yet in the heavens, you unfold.
A wondrous journey to begin,
Beyond this world, where angels spin.
You'll soar among the stars so bright,
A constellation in the night.
No more pain, no more sorrow,
No more worry for tomorrow.
Your spirit free, forevermore,
A cosmic dance, an endless tour.
Though you're gone, your light still shines,
A legacy that always climbs.
In memories cherished, hearts so dear,
Your essence lingers, crystal clear.
So, when you leave this mortal plane,
May your spirit rise and gain,
A place among the celestial art,
Forever shining, a work of heart.
Prompt: Under the moon's enchanting light,
A melody plays through the night.
A serenade of whispered love,
From stars that sparkle high above.
The gentle breeze hums a lullaby,
As moonbeams dance across the sky.
The nightingale joins in the chorus,
In a symphony of sweetest florals.
Two lovers stroll hand-in-hand,
Along the shore, on sandy land.
Their hearts in tune with the moon's glow,
As love's melody continues to flow.
The night is magical, pure and bright,
As love takes flight in the moonlight.
A serenade of passion and grace,
In this romantic, moon-kissed place.
Prompt: Gears and Steam a Steampunk Dream
Gears and steam, a world unseen,
Where brass and cogs hold a curious sheen,
Inventors' minds with sparks aglow,
A steampunk world that's all a-show.
Airships soar with propellers hum,
Clockwork creatures march and drum,
Top hats, corsets, goggles, too,
Anachronistic style anew.
A time of industry and might,
Where gears turn left and levers right,
A fusion of Victorian and tech,
A realm of wonder and of spec.
A dreamland crafted from the past,
A vision made to always last,
With steam-powered hearts and minds so keen,
A wondrous world of steampunk's scene.
So come, behold this clockwork sphere,
Where retro-futurism's near,
A fantastical realm of gleam and gleam,
Where gears and steam fulfill the dream.
Prompt: As the day bids farewell with a sigh,
The sky painted in hues that make hearts fly,
Golden rays kiss the horizon low,
A scene of beauty that steals the show.
The clouds blush in shades of pink,
While birds to their nests in chorus sink,
The world bathed in a warm embrace,
Nature's masterpiece, a stunning grace.
A symphony of colors, a breathtaking sight,
A canvas of wonder, a pure delight,
A reminder of life's fleeting treasure,
A moment to cherish, a timeless pleasure.
So let us pause and take it slow,
To savor the beauty of the afterglow,
For in nature's wonders, we find solace and peace,
A golden sunset, a moment of release.
Prompt: Life's Journey: A Rhyme of Strife
Through twists and turns, life's path is set,
A winding road with no regret.
With highs and lows, and joys and woes,
It tests our strength, and keeps us on our toes.
We start as babes with curious eyes,
Exploring the world with innocent sighs.
We learn to crawl, then walk and run,
With laughter, tears, and plenty of fun.
As we grow, we face challenges anew,
Some are easy, some leave us blue.
We stumble, fall, and make mistakes,
But learn from them, whatever it takes.
We chase our dreams with hearts afire,
Ambitions burning with deep desire.
We face obstacles, big and small,
And sometimes feel like we may fall.
But with each trial, we find our way,
We rise again, come what may.
We learn resilience, courage, and grace,
As we navigate life's changing pace.
We form connections, share our love,
With family, friends, and stars above.
We find joy in moments sweet and true,
And learn the value of being you.
For life's a journey, a grand adventure,
Full of surprises and endless pleasure.
Prompt: A rain-soaked cobbled street, overgrown with moss, in a picturesque village at sunset, trees along the street, flowerpots. meticulously detailed, hyperrealistic, intricate painting by Guido Borelli da Caluso, Ferdinand Knab, Ernst Haeckel. Depth of field, distant mist, sunrays. Elegant, high definition, light reflections, soft bright colours.
Prompt: A rain-soaked cobbled street, overgrown with moss, in a picturesque village at sunset, trees along the street, flowerpots. meticulously detailed, hyperrealistic, intricate painting by Guido Borelli da Caluso, Ferdinand Knab, Ernst Haeckel. Depth of field, distant mist, sunrays. Elegant, high definition, light reflections, soft bright colours.
Prompt: In the land down under, so far away,
A koala bear sleeps through the day,
High in a tree, he's perched up high,
Under the eucalyptus sky.
His fur is soft, his eyes so bright,
He dreams of stars that twinkle at night,
Of munching on leaves, fresh and green,
A quiet life, serene and serene.
With a gentle yawn, he stirs from rest,
He wakes up slowly, feeling blessed,
He stretches out each furry paw,
Ready for another day to draw.
A marsupial so cute and rare,
In his eucalyptus-scented lair,
A sleepy koala, so content,
In his world, so innocent.
So, let us cherish this furry fellow,
Whose dreams are calm, whose days are mellow,
A symbol of nature's gentle grace,
The koala's world, a special place.
Prompt: In Holland, by the windmills' sail,
Lived Hans, a boy both small and frail.
With wooden clogs and curly hair,
He roamed the tulip fields so fair.
One day, he heard a dreadful sound,
A leaky dam, water seeping 'round.
Without delay, he sprung to act,
His finger plugged the hole, a brave pact.
He stood for hours, unwavering,
As villagers praised his endeavoring.
With cheeks all red and shoes all wet,
He knew he couldn't quit just yet.
As morning broke, relief arrived,
The townsfolk saw Hans still alive.
They fixed the dam and hugged him tight,
A hero's glory, pure delight.
From that day on, in Dutch folklore,
Little Hans's tale forevermore,
A tale of courage, grit, and joy,
Of bravery in a small Dutch boy.
Prompt: On the road, a dreaded sight,
A driver's fear, a dark delight,
A crater deep, a gaping hole,
A tire's fate, an unwelcome toll.
It lurks in shadows, hides in rain,
A menace sly, causing pain,
With jolts and bumps, a teeth-chattering thrill,
A challenge to navigate with skill.
Beware the pit, so wide and wide,
A trap for cars, a chasm to collide,
A test of brakes, a swerve or stop,
A warning sign, a sudden drop.
Oh, the woes of the pot hole plight,
A road's bane, an endless fight,
A menace bold, a driver's dread,
A tire's foe, a hole so widespread.
Prompt: Night in Paris in 1880. A beautiful redhead woman with a juvenile face, red corset, sexy and young. She is a prostitute waiting for the client near a dim street lamp
(Credit for original prompt: Phil 3.14)
Prompt: Fantasy village, mystical landscape, fairy dwellings, almond tree, flowers, butterflies, waterfalls, bridges, lanterns, whisps, sparks, rays, living beings, intricate details, surrealism, a life full of mystery and unlimited imagination.
Prompt: fantasy castle of glass in the space void, dark blue and green tones, surreal, melancholic, intricate, complementary colors, accurate, digital painting, fantasy, fantastic view, intricate background, cinematic lighting, crisp quality, cinematic postprocessing, HQ, 8k, ultra detailed, award winning, a masterpiece, Toosh Toosh, Anna Dittmann, Alphonse Mucha, Jordan Grimmer, Ismail Inceoglu, Huang Guangjian, Dan Witz, Salvador Dalí, Naoto Hattori, Tom Bagshaw, Johnson Tsang, Carrie Ann Baade, Android Jones, Daniel F Gerhartz, Gustave Dore, H.R. Giger, Junji Ito, Meghan Duncanson, Jennifer Lommers, Didier Lourenço, Blake Neubert, Jacek Yerka, Michelangelo, Gediminas Pranckevicius, Catherine Abel, George Callaghan, Jean Baptiste Monge, Jessica Rossier, Brian Froud, Gustave Baumann, Hugo Pratt, Nicki Boehme, Thomas Kinkade, Marianne Fons, Z.L. Feng, Josephine Wall, Artgerm, Artstation
Prompt: whimsical, 4 white bunnies, each bunny is playing a musical instrument and they are all sitting on a comfy looking bed of 4-leaf clovers, beautiful environment, painting in the style of Paul Cezanne, Ivan Shishkin, Beksinski, Leonid Afremov, alcohol ink painting, apocalyptic, moody, spectacular clouds
Prompt: Easter time. Van Gogh collaboration with Alex Alemany and Jean Baptiste Monge. Patchwork Patty sewing together the magic vision path. Surreal.Incredibly detailed and ornate. Realistically painted. Utopian dreamscape fantasy.
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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