Prompt: create a fantasy roman trireme with green sails and purple flags and a few ancient chinese decorations, it cuts through a tropical sea and the soldiers on deck are vigilant
Prompt: The olive-skinned god of daytime storms is a figure of myth and imagination, often portrayed as a being of immense power and presence. His skin, reminiscent of the color of olives, is said to shimmer with a subtle sheen, reflecting the light of the sun even amidst the tumult of a storm.
In the tales told of him, he is both feared and revered, embodying the dual nature of storms—both destructive and life-giving. He is said to ride upon clouds, his chariot drawn by mighty winds, as he roams the skies bringing thunder and lightning in his wake.
Despite his fearsome appearance and the havoc he can unleash, the olive-skinned god of daytime storms is also seen as a force of renewal and cleansing. His rains quench the parched earth, revitalizing the land and nourishing crops. In this way, he is often depicted as a deity of balance, embodying the necessary cycle of destruction and creation.
Worshipped by some and feared by others, the olive-skinned god of daytime storms holds a unique place in the pantheon of mythological figures, symbolizing the raw power and beauty of the natural world.
Prompt: The olive-skinned god of nighttime storms emerges from the depths of the tempest, his presence heralded by the rumble of thunder and the flash of lightning. His skin, the hue of polished olives, gleams with an otherworldly luminescence amidst the darkness of the storm. Adorned in robes woven from the fabric of the night sky, he moves with a graceful yet powerful stride, his every step accompanied by the crackle of electricity in the air.
His eyes, like swirling tempests themselves, hold the secrets of the night and the fury of the storm. With a gaze that pierces through the darkness, he surveys his domain, commanding the winds and the rains with a subtle gesture of his hand.
In his wake, the night comes alive with the symphony of thunder and rain, the rhythm of his footsteps echoing the dance of the elements. He is both feared and revered, for he is the arbiter of nature's fury, yet also the bringer of life-giving rains that nourish the earth.
Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber of her temple, the older godess Ze Yan sits beside the dying hearth, her figure illuminated by the warm, golden glow of the dying embers. The air is heavy with the scent of burnt offerings and the faint echo of prayers whispered long ago.
She sits upon a simple wooden stool, her posture relaxed yet attentive, as though she is ever vigilant for those who may seek refuge within her sacred space. Her cloak drapes around her like a protective shroud, its faded hues blending with the shadows that dance across the chamber walls.
Ze Yan herself is a striking figure amidst the subdued ambiance of the temple. Her ebony hair cascades in gentle waves around her shoulders, catching the firelight and shimmering with an otherworldly sheen. Despite the wear and tear of her tattered finery, there is an undeniable elegance to her presence, a testament to her divine heritage.
Her features are soft yet resolute, her eyes pools of warmth and compassion that seem to draw in the flickering light of the hearth. Though lines of age and experience mark her face, there is a timeless quality to her beauty, a reflection of the enduring strength that lies within her.
With one hand, she reaches out to gently stir the remaining coals, coaxing forth the last vestiges of heat from the dying fire. The flames respond to her touch, casting playful shadows that dance across her features, accentuating the lines of weariness etched upon her brow.
Despite the solemnity of the moment, there is a sense of peace that permeates the air, a quiet serenity born of years spent in quiet contemplation and unwavering devotion. In this sacred space, time seems to stand still, and the troubles of the outside world fade into insignificance.
Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber of her temple, the godess Ze Yan sits beside the flickering hearth, her figure illuminated by the warm, golden glow of the dying embers. The air is heavy with the scent of burnt offerings and the faint echo of prayers whispered long ago.
She sits upon a simple wooden stool, her posture relaxed yet attentive, as though she is ever vigilant for those who may seek refuge within her sacred space. Her cloak drapes around her like a protective shroud, its faded hues blending with the shadows that dance across the chamber walls.
Ze Yan herself is a striking figure amidst the subdued ambiance of the temple. Her ebony hair cascades in gentle waves around her shoulders, catching the firelight and shimmering with an otherworldly sheen. Despite the wear and tear of her tattered finery, there is an undeniable elegance to her presence, a testament to her divine heritage.
Her features are soft yet resolute, her eyes pools of warmth and compassion that seem to draw in the flickering light of the hearth. Though lines of age and experience mark her face, there is a timeless quality to her beauty, a reflection of the enduring strength that lies within her.
With one hand, she reaches out to gently stir the remaining coals, coaxing forth the last vestiges of heat from the dying fire. The flames respond to her touch, casting playful shadows that dance across her features, accentuating the lines of weariness etched upon her brow.
Despite the solemnity of the moment, there is a sense of peace that permeates the air, a quiet serenity born of years spent in quiet contemplation and unwavering devotion. In this sacred space, time seems to stand still, and the troubles of the outside world fade into insignificance.
Prompt: The Godess Storm-Tiger stands tall and proud, her stature reminiscent of the legendary Mongolian warriors of old. Her flowing mane of hair, the color of storm clouds, cascades down her back like the billowing winds of the steppe. Her eyes, sharp and piercing like the gaze of a hunting falcon, hold a fierce determination tempered by wisdom earned through countless trials.
Adorned in garments woven from the finest silks and furs of the steppe, Queen Storm-Tiger wears the symbols of her power with pride. A cloak of midnight blue, embroidered with lightning bolts and tiger motifs, billows behind her, catching the wind like the sails of a ship on the open sea. Around her neck hangs a pendant crafted from the tooth of a legendary beast, a token of her victories in battle.
In her hand, she wields a mighty bow, its polished wood gleaming in the sunlight. Quivers of arrows, fletched with the feathers of eagles and hawks, are strapped to her back, ready to unleash the fury of the storm upon her enemies.
But perhaps most striking of all is the aura of strength and majesty that surrounds her, like the crackling energy of a thunderstorm on the horizon. With every step, she exudes an air of authority and power that commands respect from all who behold her.
In moments of battle, Queen Storm-Tiger's transformation into her lightning-swift tiger shape is a sight to behold. Her form becomes a blur of fur and lightning, striking fear into the hearts of her enemies as she charges into the fray with the ferocity of a storm unleashed.
Prompt: a beautiful fantasy mangrove coastline with a distant chinese junk, the sun glitters on the water and some colourful bird cross the sky, bird view
Prompt: The outlook of the Imperium Chi power armor is a masterful synthesis of ancient Chinese and Roman design elements infused with state-of-the-art Magotech technology. Its aesthetic features ornate dragon motifs seamlessly integrated into the armor's sleek plating, reminiscent of traditional Chinese artistry. The helmet, inspired by Roman centurion crests, combines regal authority with futuristic heads-up display technology, providing wearers with tactical advantage on the battlefield.
Further, the gauntlets of the armor pay homage to the Roman gladius, with retractable blades crafted from advanced Magotech alloys, ready to strike with precision and force. The color scheme, a rich combination of deep crimson and shimmering gold, symbolizes not only martial prowess but also the prosperity and noble heritage of ancient empires.
Embedded within the armor are Magotech circuits influenced by both Chinese martial arts principles and Roman military tactics, enhancing the wearer's agility, strength, and combat effectiveness. Intricate engravings adorn its surface, depicting scenes of legendary battles and majestic dragons, serving as a visual testament to the valor and glory of its wearers.
Prompt: the god Jasper stands tall and imposing, with an aura of mystique that seems to shimmer around him like the dancing lights of a casino. His skin, an ethereal shade of deep blue, hints at the depths of the ocean and the vastness of the night sky. His eyes, often described as pools of liquid silver, hold a mesmerizing gaze that seems to see through to the very essence of those who meet it.
He wears robes adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of playing cards and dice, symbols of his domain over games of chance. Around his neck hangs a pendant fashioned in the shape of a golden coin, symbolizing wealth and fortune. Despite his divine status, there's an air of approachability about him, as if he's both a friend and a challenge to those who seek his favor.
Prompt: Kanmuru, the Crimson Gorilla Demon of Carnage. Towering at the precipice of ten feet, its form is a grotesque symphony of raw power and demonic malevolence. From its sinewy limbs to its hulking frame, every inch of Kanmuru is draped in fur the color of dried blood, coarse and bristling with latent energy.
Its countenance is a nightmarish fusion of simian and infernal features. Amber orbs, ablaze with unholy fire, peer out from beneath a heavy brow, piercing through the veil of darkness with an unsettling intensity. Rows of razor-sharp fangs adorn its snarling maw, gleaming malevolently in the dim light, while tendrils of acrid breath drift forth, carrying the scent of sulfur and decay.
Full Body view
Prompt: Welcome to the haunting shores of the Bleak tropical Isle, where the mist rolls in like a shroud and the cries of seabirds echo off the sand beaches. Here, nestled against the island coast, lies the fantastical pirate settlement of Siren's Haven.
As you approach, the first thing you notice is the eerie sight of half-submerged ships, their hulls weathered and worn, repurposed to form the foundation of the settlement. These vessels, once mighty galleons and fearsome frigates, now serve as the very walls and walkways of Siren's Haven. Barnacles cling to their sides like ancient sentinels, and seaweed sways in the gentle currents that wash against the makeshift docks.
Walking through the maze-like streets of the settlement, you pass beneath archways formed from the ribcages of long-dead sea creatures, their bones bleached by the sun and salt. Lanterns fashioned from salvaged ship parts cast flickering shadows on the uneven ground, while the air is thick with the scent of saltwater and spice.
birds view
Prompt: Welcome to the haunting shores of the Bleak Isle, where the mist rolls in like a shroud and the cries of seabirds echo off the sand beaches. Here, nestled against the island coast, lies the fantastical pirate settlement of Siren's Haven.
As you approach, the first thing you notice is the eerie sight of half-submerged ships, their hulls weathered and worn, repurposed to form the foundation of the settlement. These vessels, once mighty galleons and fearsome frigates, now serve as the very walls and walkways of Siren's Haven. Barnacles cling to their sides like ancient sentinels, and seaweed sways in the gentle currents that wash against the makeshift docks.
Walking through the maze-like streets of the settlement, you pass beneath archways formed from the ribcages of long-dead sea creatures, their bones bleached by the sun and salt. Lanterns fashioned from salvaged ship parts cast flickering shadows on the uneven ground, while the air is thick with the scent of saltwater and spice.
birds view
Prompt: Welcome to the haunting shores of the Bleak Isle, where the mist rolls in like a shroud and the cries of seabirds echo off the jagged cliffs. Here, nestled against the rocky coastline, lies the fantastical pirate settlement of Siren's Haven.
As you approach, the first thing you notice is the eerie sight of half-submerged ships, their hulls weathered and worn, repurposed to form the foundation of the settlement. These vessels, once mighty galleons and fearsome frigates, now serve as the very walls and walkways of Siren's Haven. Barnacles cling to their sides like ancient sentinels, and seaweed sways in the gentle currents that wash against the makeshift docks.
Walking through the maze-like streets of the settlement, you pass beneath archways formed from the ribcages of long-dead sea creatures, their bones bleached by the sun and salt. Lanterns fashioned from salvaged ship parts cast flickering shadows on the uneven ground, while the air is thick with the scent of saltwater and spice.
Prompt: The demon crafted from origami paper stood tall and slender, its form a labyrinth of intricate folds and sharp angles. Its limbs stretched out in all directions, each fold creating a mesmerizing pattern that seemed to shift and dance with every movement. The paper itself bore the faint traces of age, yellowed and weathered, yet still retaining an eerie vitality.
Upon its surface, faded oil paintings and pencil sketches adorned the demon's body, creating a surreal collage of images from another time. Faces stared out from the folds, their expressions frozen in a haunting array of emotions. Scenes of forgotten landscapes and strange creatures played out across its form, each image adding to the demon's enigmatic aura.
Its eyes, two pools of darkness amidst the chaos of paper, gleamed with an otherworldly light, hinting at the ancient power that dwelled within. They seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality, gazing into the souls of those who dared to meet its gaze.
full body, looks at the viewer
Prompt: The demon crafted from origami paper stood tall and slender, its form a labyrinth of intricate folds and sharp angles. Its limbs stretched out in all directions, each fold creating a mesmerizing pattern that seemed to shift and dance with every movement. The paper itself bore the faint traces of age, yellowed and weathered, yet still retaining an eerie vitality.
Upon its surface, faded oil paintings and pencil sketches adorned the demon's body, creating a surreal collage of images from another time. Faces stared out from the folds, their expressions frozen in a haunting array of emotions. Scenes of forgotten landscapes and strange creatures played out across its form, each image adding to the demon's enigmatic aura.
Its eyes, two pools of darkness amidst the chaos of paper, gleamed with an otherworldly light, hinting at the ancient power that dwelled within. They seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality, gazing into the souls of those who dared to meet its gaze.
full body
Prompt: The demon crafted from origami paper stood tall and slender, its form a labyrinth of intricate folds and sharp angles. Its limbs stretched out in all directions, each fold creating a mesmerizing pattern that seemed to shift and dance with every movement. The paper itself bore the faint traces of age, yellowed and weathered, yet still retaining an eerie vitality.
Upon its surface, faded oil paintings and pencil sketches adorned the demon's body, creating a surreal collage of images from another time. Faces stared out from the folds, their expressions frozen in a haunting array of emotions. Scenes of forgotten landscapes and strange creatures played out across its form, each image adding to the demon's enigmatic aura.
Its eyes, two pools of darkness amidst the chaos of paper, gleamed with an otherworldly light, hinting at the ancient power that dwelled within. They seemed to pierce through the fabric of reality, gazing into the souls of those who dared to meet its gaze.
Prompt: a beautiful and elegant ebony-skinned asian female, she wears a colourful and expensive hanfu, working on a oil painting inside a marble pavillion. she looks with a sinister smile a the viewer. a beautiful park is in the background
Prompt: a beautiful and elegant ebony-skinned asian female, she wears a colourful and expensive hanfu, working on a oil painting inside a marble pavillion. she looks with a sinister smile a the viewer. a beautiful park is in the background
Prompt: a beautiful and elegant black asian female, she wears a colourful and expensive hanfu, working on a oil painting inside a marble pavillion. she looks with a sinister smile a the viewer. a beautiful park is in the background
Prompt: A female athletic black asian soldier of low rank with chainshirt, short mace and shield, the clothing is inspired by traditional chinese clothing, full body view
Prompt: The faelord was a figure of mesmerizing beauty and haunting mystery, their form shrouded in robes of shifting shadows and iridescent hues. Their silver hair flowed around them like a veil of moonlight, framing features both delicate and regal. But it was the multitude of eyes that adorned their body that truly set them apart.
Dozens of eyes, as white as winter snow and as luminous as the stars, dotted their form, each one a silent sentinel observing the world with an intensity that seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality. Some eyes peeked out from beneath the folds of their robes, while others shimmered like jewels amidst the intricate patterns woven into their attire.
Their gaze was both mesmerizing and unnerving, a silent testament to the faelord's otherworldly nature and the depths of their mystical power.
Prompt: a semidivine hero: a female oliveskinned artist wearing a colourful antique dress and painting a roaring lion into the thin air, epic, full body
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.