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: 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: Deep underground lies a vast cavern, shrouded in darkness and mystery. At its center, a massive grill in the floor stands as a barrier, guarded by the glowing eyes of an immense dragon below. The grill, aged and formidable, hints at untold secrets beyond. The dragon's presence imbues the cavern with awe and reverence, its gaze fixed upon the world beyond, inviting only the bravest to uncover the mysteries hidden within.
Prompt: Hakujinashi is a legendary creature that lurks within dense fog banks, haunting misty valleys and deep forests. Its appearance is shrouded in mystery, often mistaken for an ethereal spirit by those who catch glimpses of its form. With pearlescent white fur that blends seamlessly with the mist, Hakujinashi moves with unearthly grace, its slender frame almost ghost-like in its fluidity. Its eyes, glowing like twin orbs in the mist, pierce through the darkness with an otherworldly luminescence. Legends speak of its ability to manipulate the mist, conjuring illusions to ensnare and confuse its prey before closing in for the final strike.
Prompt: south-east asian fantasy priestess in blue and white robes, pale green blue hair and gills at her neck.. she is in a temple and through some columns you can see the medieval harbor, full body
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: Komorebi Koi are ethereal fish-like creatures that shimmer with iridescent scales, reflecting the colors of sunlight filtering through the dense foliage of the tropical coast. They possess long, flowing fins resembling the delicate leaves of palm trees. Komorebi Koi are known to swim close to the surface of the water, basking in the dappled sunlight and emitting a soft, melodic hum reminiscent of wind chimes.
Prompt: regal black-skinned asian princess with an analysing expression on her face wearing a rich blue hanfu. full body. in the background an asian medieval office room
Prompt: create a finely crafted mosaic of a fantasy semidivine hero: a female indian trickster with a mischiveous smile surrounded by illusionary wonders in the style of medieval mosaics, epic, full body
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 ghostly figure is a specter of eerie beauty, clad in tattered remnants of her captain's attire, her eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. Her ethereal form drifts through the medieval ship's corridors, her presence instilling a deep sense of unease and foreboding in all who behold her. Her spectral form bears supernatural signs of the poison that ended her life, with spectral traces of venomous flowers intertwined with her ghostly visage.
Prompt: Deep beneath the earth's surface lies a colossal underground cavern, a realm of darkness and mystery. The air is heavy with an ancient scent, and the silence is profound, broken only by the faint echoes of dripping water from unseen stalactites. The cave's walls, adorned with intricate patterns of minerals, glisten softly in the dim light filtering through hidden crevices.
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you notice a massive grill door dominating the center of the cavern floor. Its imposing presence suggests a barrier between worlds, guarding secrets untold. The door, wrought from sturdy iron, bears the marks of age and wear, hinting at the countless years it has stood sentinel in this subterranean realm.
Beneath the grill, a faint, eerie glow emanates, casting strange shadows across the uneven stone floor. And there, amidst the ethereal light, lie the glowing eyes of an immense dragon. The eyes, like orbs of molten gold, pierce the darkness with their intense gaze, reflecting the ancient wisdom and untamed power of the creature that dwells below.
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
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: create a finely crafted mosaic of a fantasy semidivine hero, a Regal female pale rogue wrapped in whirling shadows in the style of medieval mosaics, epic colourful
Prompt: a round diamond, Each facet of this diamond tells a story, a fragmented narrative woven through time and space.
Gazing into its depths, one would behold snippets of the varied lives of a woman, forever frozen in her prime, perpetually twenty years of age. With fiery red dreadlocks cascading down her back and fair skin kissed by the sun, she possesses an otherworldly beauty. Yet, what truly captivates the observer are her eyes—heterochromatic marvels, one a vibrant green, the other a peculiar diamond white, reminiscent of the very gem they are contained within.
In each facet, a different life unfolds, defying the constraints of linear time and logic. One may see her as the daughter of a humble blacksmith, her hands calloused from toiling over the forge, yet her spirit aflame with dreams of adventure. In another, she is the cherished ward of a noble family, educated in the arts of diplomacy and strategy, her eyes harboring secrets unknown to her aristocratic kin.
There are facets where she is a fierce warrior, brandishing a sword against the encroaching darkness, her battle cries echoing through the ages. In others, she is a wise sage, dispensing cryptic prophecies and ancient wisdom to those who seek her guidance. Sometimes, she is a pirate queen, commanding a ship with unrivaled daring, her laughter mingling with the salty sea breeze.
Yet, amidst the myriad roles she assumes, there is a common thread—a longing in her eyes, a yearning for something just beyond her grasp. Loved ones come and go, their faces shifting like shadows in the flickering candlelight. Parents change, lovers fade into memory, friends appear and vanish like phantoms.
Prompt: These avian creatures draw inspiration from Southeast Asian mythology. Siren Songbirds are large, brightly colored birds with iridescent feathers and hauntingly beautiful songs. They dwell in the dense jungles that stretch along the tropical coast. Their melodies have a mesmerizing effect on those who hear them, luring them deeper into the jungle where they become lost and vulnerable to other dangers. Siren Songbirds are fiercely territorial and will aggressively defend their territory against intruders, using both their hypnotic songs and sharp talons.
The Shadowed Terror: Niremar's Malevolent Presence
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AIVision
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Prompt: Niremar, the embodiment of fear and darkness, stands as a chilling specter amidst the shadows. Tall and imposing, he appears as a figure cloaked in darkness, his form seeming to meld seamlessly with the night. His silhouette, shrouded in an aura of malevolence, instills a sense of dread in all who behold him.
His eyes burn like fiery coals, casting an eerie red glow that pierces through the darkness, reflecting the depths of his sinister nature. They seem to hold untold horrors and secrets, drawing the gaze of those who dare to meet his stare.
Clad in armor wrought from the darkest depths of the abyss, Niremar exudes an aura of invincibility. His iron-clad form is adorned with jagged edges and spikes, reminiscent of the instruments of torment. Each step he takes resonates with the weight of his presence, sending tremors of fear through the very earth beneath him.
A mane of night-blackened shadows billows around him, swirling and writhing like living tendrils of darkness. From his brow sprout horns of iron, twisted and gnarled like the branches of a cursed tree, adding to his imposing visage.
Prompt: The Lotus Blossom Siren is a captivating and enigmatic creature that dwells in serene bodies of water such as tranquil lakes, mist-covered ponds, and secluded riversides. Its appearance is both ethereal and beguiling, resembling a graceful humanoid figure with slender proportions and an otherworldly aura.
At first glance, the Lotus Blossom Siren appears to be adorned with delicate, iridescent petals that seem to perpetually bloom around its lithe form, creating an illusion of floating amidst a sea of lotus blossoms. Its skin, smooth and translucent like the surface of a moonlit lake, exudes a faint luminescence that illuminates the surrounding waters.
The siren's features are striking, with high cheekbones, almond-shaped eyes that gleam with an unearthly light, and lips curved into a serene smile that belies its predatory nature. Long tendrils of hair, the color of midnight, cascade down its back like cascading waterfalls, adorned with luminescent flowers and aquatic jewels that shimmer in the moonlight.
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.
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.