Ethereal Glitch: Surreal Portrait of Otherworldly Horror
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: Digital art of surreal portrait, glitchy red and black tones, a woman with an ethereal glass sphere for head filled with landscapes, glitch effect, distorted face features, fragmented body parts floating around her, abstract digital background, glitched facial expression, glitch textures on skin. The overall mood is eerie and unsettling, evoking the feeling that she's being connected to something unknown or mysterious. It’s a blend between reality and otherworldly horror. ghastly glitchpunk, horrifying grimewave, spooky groovecore
Prompt: Create an oil painting on cracked canvas: (((close up: a woman on the run)))
A dynamic impressionist impasto painting, visible brush strokes and paint stains come together to bring to life a stunningly supernaturally beautiful slim young blonde vietnamese woman with long wavy hair in ragged medieval boy's clothing. She is running along a rope bridge. She Looks over her shoulder. Her Face expresses anxiety. She is chased by three men in ragend simple medieval clothes. Background: a City of caves in a rock Face with Laders tope bridges an Plank ways in a dry Mountain canyon:: ladders, rope bridges, boardwalks
Ultra detailed background!!!
Painted by michael Kormack, Greg Rutkowski, style by zettel
Prompt: photo of Detective Amanda Lovecraft, a Pale evil Victorian scientist woman in boots, she is wearing goggles, retro cosmonaut helmet. fighting a giant evil mechanical robot bat black. in the background a vampire castle.
Prompt: Shadows intertwine, a beast named Greed, eyes gleaming with hypnotic gold light, whispers of endless gain, sorrow and pain, chains binding the soul, gripping hands, treasures vast and grand, relentless quest, loss of sight, dark ambiance, sinister atmosphere, intricate details, digital illustration, surreal fantasy style, deep shadows, glowing golden hues, by Brom and H.R. Giger, Artstation.
Prompt: Militärisches Flugzeug in Schmetterlingsform wie ein Schwalbenschwanz, Bomber gestaltet wie ein Schmetterling aus Blech, Schmetterlingsform, Schwalbenschwanz, mit vielen Nieten und Einschusslöchern, amerikanisches Nationalabzeichen 2 Weltkrieg
Prompt: On a street lined with nice, bright old pizza joints and shabby, fortified liquor stores, a frog in a hooded black stadium jacket and jersey bottoms coolly shakes hands with a fellow local black man. A chilly impressionistic oil painting with the essence of hip-hop graffiti. Cool tones, moody lighting, graffiti details, and an aesthetic of urban decay.
Prompt: o, sad clown, with tears unseen, your story tell, in hues of melancholy, let the colors swell, a canvas bare, yet filled with tales untold,
of shattered dreams and memories turned cold, weave a picture from this somber scene, capture the essence of the sadness unforeseen, in strokes of empathy, let the image bloom, a portrait of a heartache lost in the costume's gloom, prompt the pixels, let them dance with empathy's grace, in the canvas of cyberspace, let sadness find its place
Prompt: In the furnace of her fury, a tempest brews, her skin a cracked canvas, where molten lava ensues,
her eyes, twin flames, her fury's sheen, forge an image of this wrathful queen,
let her rage be palpable, in every fiery hue, a portrait of anger, fierce and true.
Prompt: in the prison of her love, he finds his plight, chained to desires that burn through the night
capture the anguish, the pain untold, a portrait woven with love's bitter cold,
let the image speak of a heart's lament, of dreams shattered and hopes spent
Prompt: a man struck by shame, yet not beyond repair, seeking forgiveness in the tender light of care.
his gaze, downcast, avoids the mirror's eye, as if afraid of the truth it might imply, lines of sorrow etched upon his face, each one a mark of his disgrace, paint him with hues of gray and muted tone, a portrait of shame, felt deeply and alone, for in the canvas of his sorrowed art, lies the hope of a mended, contrite heart
Prompt: in the aftermath of chaos, in the ruins of despair, a frightened little girl, with tangled, dark hair,
tears streak her dirty face, a silent plea for grace, huddled in the corner, in this desolate space
her clothes, torn and tattered, bear the scars of war, as she clutches her salvation, a kitten, nothing more,
sunlight filters through the cracks, casting beams of hope, amidst the rubble and destruction, a fragile trope,
the painting, detailed and vivid, tells a tale untold, of innocence lost, of hearts grown cold,
warm colors paint the scene, a contrast to the gloom, emotional lighting captures the girl's quiet doom
Prompt: Misunderstood and misplaced, by the winds of unjust,
Each word a weapon in haste, love’s flame to dust.
In the ashes of emotion's blend, a tragedy we tightly weave,
No bridge left now to mend, only sorrow to conceive.
Our hearts, once open, now are lost, no path to reconciliation’s bend,
Shrouded in mistrust, a heavy cost, in the bitter end, sorrow we send.
Prompt: In the heart where shadows coil and twist, lives a beast named Greed, with a relentless fist.
It whispers promises of endless gain, but leaves behind only sorrow and pain.
Its eyes are gleaming, cold and bright, reflecting gold, a hypnotic light.
It lures with treasures, vast and grand, but chains the soul, and grips the hand.
The greedy heart knows no rest, always striving for the very best.
Yet, in the quest for more and more, it loses sight of what it’s searching for.
Prompt: In the heart where shadows coil and twist, lives a beast named Greed, with a relentless fist.
It whispers promises of endless gain, but leaves behind only sorrow and pain.
Its eyes are gleaming, cold and bright, reflecting gold, a hypnotic light.
It lures with treasures, vast and grand, but chains the soul, and grips the hand.
The greedy heart knows no rest, always striving for the very best.
Yet, in the quest for more and more, it loses sight of what it’s searching for.
Prompt: A young child wrapped in a black cloak sits on a moonlit beach, gazing at a glowing orb in their hands. In the background, an abandoned shipwreck looms, partially embedded in the sand under a starry night sky. Bioluminescent plankton light up the water's edge, and magical, oversized butterflies float gently around, adding a surreal touch to the tranquil yet mysterious atmosphere.
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.
