Prompt: The city rises like a dark mirage from the tropical coast, its silhouette a blend of gothic grandeur and alien architecture. Buildings of dark stone and gleaming red crystal twist and curve in organic shapes, their forms resembling ancient trees or massive sea creatures petrified in motion. Flames flicker from torches and braziers, casting an eerie, otherworldly glow that dances off the polished surfaces.
Massive, rounded towers loom over winding streets, their bases wide and tapering to pointed spires adorned with intricate carvings and latticework of crystal. Bridges of blackened iron and crimson glass span the waterways that snake through the city, their surfaces reflecting the flickering flames and the deep, unnatural red of the crystals.
The city's heart is a colossal fortress, its walls a seamless fusion of stone and crystal that glows with an internal light, as if alive. This fortress dominates the skyline, its many rounded domes and spires crowned with eternal flames. The architecture is both forbidding and mesmerizing, a testament to a civilization both ancient and advanced, steeped in mystery and power.
Surrounding the city, the tropical jungle presses close, a vivid contrast of lush greenery against the somber palette of the city. The air is thick with the scent of salt and exotic blooms, mingling with the acrid smoke from the city's flames. The sea beyond is a deep, unsettling blue, almost black in the shadow of the city, waves crashing against the rocky shore in a rhythm that echoes the heartbeat of this strange, otherworldly place.
Prompt: a 18th century broad shouldered mercenary wearing a brigantine and a simple wooden branch as weapon. he is unwashed, his clothes are partially torn and he has some superficial injuries. in the background a dark and creepy swamp can be seen. his expression is worried but determined
Prompt: The freshly fallen 18th century mercenary, his red coat stark against the verdant backdrop of the fort of living wood, is animated by the spectral essence of a Celtic warrior. Bloodstains and mud mark his uniform, while his eyes blaze with an unnatural blue light. Celtic tattoos, glowing with ethereal light, coil around his arms and chest, casting eerie shadows on the living wood.
In one hand, he clutches a musket, its barrel shadowed by his ghostly aura. In the other, a spectral spear materializes, its shaft of shimmering blue light flickering like a flame. The revenant's face is a mask of determination and spectral fury, his tricorn hat slightly askew.
Around him, the air crackles with energy, leaves and branches rustling as if disturbed by an invisible wind. The living wood of the fort bends slightly toward him, acknowledging the ancient power animating his form.
Prompt: Imagine a fog-shrouded swamp, thick with mist and eerie silence. Emerging from the dense fog is an undead Celtic warrior, draped in ancient armor that is rusted and broken, yet still imposing. His emanciated frame is wrapped in tattered garments, adorned with remnants of Celtic patterns. His hollow eyes glow with an unnatural light, and his once-proud sword isnow corroded but still held with a warrior’s grip. The swamp is dotted with twisted trees, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal hands, and the ground is uneven, with patches of dark, murky water reflecting the faint moonlight. The atmosphere is tense, filled with an unsettling stillness that speaks of ancient curses and battles
Prompt: A dramatic fantasy scene depicting a powerful confrontation between a majestic, ancient warrior and an imposing dragon. The warrior, a muscular male figure, has a prominent white beard and long, flowing white hair that billows dramatically in the wind. He wears ornate armor embellished with intricate designs and a deep red cape that adds to his regal presence. His posture is dynamic, one arm extended forward, channeling a crackling bolt of blue lightning from his hand.
In contrast, the dragon looms large and fierce, its scales shimmering in hues of gold and bronze. Its wings are vast and majestic, bathed in a fiery glow, while its eyes burn bright red, exuding menace. The dragon exhales a torrent of flames, illuminating the scene with an orange hue. The background is a tumultuous sky filled with dark, swirling clouds, pierced by bolts of lightning, enhancing the atmosphere of tension and conflict. The overall composition is filled with motion and energy, reflecting the epic struggle between these two legendary beings.
Prompt: inside of a scifi 80s night club named "Click-Clack-Club", people with cyberware, androids and robot guests, neon aesthetic, slight Comic style
Prompt: Deep within the ancient, crumbling catacombs beneath a city, a massive and grotesquely beautiful entity rests in a dimly glowing chamber. Iactherru, the Jade-Green Mother, dominates the cavern with her pulsating, semi-amorphous body of translucent flesh. Her form is suffused with glowing jade-green veins, casting an eerie bioluminescent light that flickers like a heartbeat. Tendrils like roots stretch from her central mass, embedding themselves into the temple walls, floors, and ceilings, merging with the decayed stone to create an organic, living architecture.
Clusters of translucent sacs cling to her appendages, pulsing faintly as they gestate scarab-like parasites, their smooth shells glinting with the same emerald light. Pools of viscous, glowing fluid collect around her, giving off an unsettling steam. Her layered, circular maws are partially hidden within folds of her body, emanating a chorus of whispers and haunting hums that seem to bypass the ears and resonate directly in the mind.
The entire chamber feels alive, the walls appearing to breathe faintly, and shadows dance erratically in the pulsating light. The air is thick with an electric charge, overwhelming the senses with alien sounds, vivid colors, and an intangible presence. Despite her immense and awe-inspiring form, parts of her body seem incomplete, as if fractured or fading into another dimension, a reminder of her dormant and unfinished state. Her essence radiates an oppressive combination of beauty, divinity, and incomprehensible horror.
Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
Prompt: A Mindweaver, an eerie, arachnoid psychic entity, manifests in an old, decaying storage hall. Its form is partially translucent, like a ghostly spider, with long, segmented limbs that stretch out in delicate, web-like threads, creating an unsettling, floating grace. The Mindweaver’s body is conical, with sharp, angular joints, reminiscent of an insect’s thorax, and its limbs are long and spindly, tapering into thin, tapering claws. Each leg is segmented like that of a spider, covered in faint, pulsating veins of psychic energy. Faint, ethereal webs trail behind it as it moves, shimmering with a soft, glowing light that seems to fade in and out of view, giving it the appearance of an invisible force, constantly shifting.
The creature’s face is a void—just an impression of features beneath a swirling mist of psychic energy. Its body is almost entirely transparent, save for the thin, webbed tendrils that radiate from its core, connecting it to the very structure of the room. These tendrils stretch across the storage hall, attaching themselves to rusted shelves, long-abandoned crates, and cobweb-covered walls. The webs pulse with a faint light, as though each thread contains a sliver of the Mindweaver's consciousness. They seem to shimmer and twitch, almost like the creature is weaving the very air around it into a tangled, psychic net.
The storage hall is dimly lit by a single, flickering overhead bulb, casting long, shifting shadows across the cluttered, dusty floor. Old, forgotten boxes and discarded tools are scattered about, their outlines obscured by the ethereal, ever-shifting webs.
Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
Prompt: **AI Art Prompt for Vh'igri, The Crimson Light of Decay:**
A celestial yet grotesque god, embodying corrupted light and decay. His form radiates an ominous, blood-red glow that shimmers like the surface of crimson chitin, illuminating his surroundings in eerie, fractured patterns. The central figure has a skeletal humanoid visage with elongated, insect-like limbs and a pulsating, spiraling core of fractured light twisting inward endlessly—a metaphysical wound in reality. His face is obscured by a mask of blinding red luminescence, exuding power and agony. His presence evokes both celestial majesty and visceral horror, with decaying objects and withered plants spreading outward from where his light touches. The scene is set in a ruined, desolate temple where shadows bleed into the light, symbolizing decay and lost divinity. The air shimmers with an unnatural, chitinous hum, creating a haunting, surreal atmosphere.
Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
Prompt: Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
"A towering, rough-hewn female mob enforcer stands in the dimly lit, smoky haze of a 1920s speakeasy, radiating raw power and menace. Her face is broad and scarred, with a crooked nose that’s clearly been broken more than once, and her piercing glare is framed by dark, smudged kohl eyeliner. Her cropped, slicked-back hair and square jawline lend her a severe, almost brutal appearance, far from conventional beauty. She wears a sleeveless pinstriped vest over a white shirt, paired with high-waisted trousers and scuffed leather boots that clunk heavily with each step. Her muscular arms, decorated with faded tattoos, bulge as she crosses them, a pair of brass knuckles hanging from her belt. Nearby, a sawed-off shotgun rests within arm’s reach, its presence a silent warning. The ambient jazz and chatter fade in her presence as nervous patrons steal glances at the hulking enforcer who looks like she could knock a man out with a single punch, and wouldn’t hesitate to do so."
Prompt: Painterly pseudo-retro style inspired by Arkham Horror: dark tones, moody lighting, rich textures, and subtle supernatural elements. Combines 1920s aesthetics with a sense of mystery and unease.
A Black jazz singer in her late twenties steps into the spotlight, her slightly chubby figure filling the midnight-blue velvet dress with effortless elegance. The sequins catch the stage lights as she sways, accentuating her natural curves. Her caramel-brown skin glows warmly, and her sleek finger waves, adorned with a jeweled hairpin, shimmer as she tilts her head.
Cradling the vintage microphone, her full, crimson-painted lips part to release a rich, soulful voice that fills the smoky room. Her sleeveless dress reveals arms that are strong yet softly full, adding to her presence.
The pearls at her neck bounce lightly as she moves with the rhythm, embodying a beauty that defies the era's slender ideals. Behind her, the band plays a lively tune, but the room is captivated by her unapologetic voice and her magnetic, confident presence.
Prompt: The old marble statue of St. Kilian stands solemnly in the heart of an ancient oak forest, its weathered surface softly gleaming under the dappled light filtering through the canopy above. The saint, depicted in his traditional bishop's attire, holds a crozier in one hand, while a sword rests over his shoulder, symbolizing his role as both a spiritual leader and a defender of the faith.
Time has etched its marks on the statue; the once smooth marble is now streaked with moss and lichen, giving it a venerable, almost mystical appearance. Small cracks and chips are visible, evidence of centuries of exposure to the elements. Despite the wear, St. Kilian's face retains an air of serene authority, his eyes gazing slightly upward, as if seeking divine guidance or bestowing a silent blessing upon the forest.
The pedestal, adorned with faint, weathered carvings of Celtic patterns, merges seamlessly with the forest floor, as roots of nearby oaks begin to entwine around its base. The statue seems to exude a quiet guardianship over the sacred grove, a timeless sentinel amidst the whispering trees and rustling leaves.
Prompt: On a small cyber nightclub stage, bathed in neon lights and the pulsing bass of heavy music, a ripped cyberpunk rocker commands the crowd. His electric blue mohawk crackles faintly with energy, standing tall above his sharp, slightly Asian features. Lime-green augmented eyes glow with intensity, and faint circuitry-like scars run across his temple, adding to his rebellious aura.
He wears an open jet-black neo-military jacket adorned with glowing fiber-optic threads, metallic studs, and graffiti slogans like "REWIRE THE FUTURE." Beneath it, his chiseled chest and abs are visible through a torn black mesh tank top, decorated with shifting, glowing cyber tattoos. Tactical combat pants hug his muscular legs, and chains hang from his belt, clinking softly. Steel-toed chrome-plated boots stomp against the glowing stage floor, leaving faint neon imprints.
Strapped to his back is his hybrid guitar-shotgun, a masterpiece of rebellion. The guitar’s metallic body is painted with neon graffiti and etched with koi fish swimming through digital waves. The shotgun barrel runs along the neck, seamlessly blending destruction with artistry.
As holographic projections flicker behind him, the crowd surges, cheering wildly. With a defiant stance, he grips his guitar, his glowing eyes piercing the haze of smoke and light. On this stage, he’s not just a musician—he’s the embodiment of raw power, rebellion, and neon-soaked chaos.
Prompt: The fire mage stands like a living embodiment of chaos and control, a figure cloaked in tattered, flame-kissed robes that ripple with every surge of magical energy. His face is hidden behind a strange porcelain mask — smooth, pale, and eerily expressionless, with delicate cracks spiderwebbing from the eyeholes, where an intense, smoldering glow seeps through. The mask gives him an almost ceremonial, inhuman presence, like a relic of forgotten arcane rituals.
His stance is solid, grounded by the weight of the longsword in his hand — an unusual weapon for a mage, yet it seems to hum with enchantment, its blade etched with glowing runes that pulse like embers. Fire coils around his feet and dances up his limbs, but it doesn't consume him — it obeys him. His aura is thick with heat and power, bending the air around him, casting flickering shadows across the scorched earth.
Everything about him speaks of controlled fury, of someone who has walked through the flames of destruction and learned to command them. He's not just a wielder of fire — he *is* fire, bound in flesh and porcelain.
Prompt: A twisted humanoid plant-creature standing in the overgrown shadows of a greenhouse at dusk. Its body is a grotesque fusion of bark, fungal flesh, and vine-covered muscles. It has two eyes. One human eye is overgrown the other human eye stares from the mutated human face. From its back grow antler-like branches of bone. Its limbs are gnarled, long, and jointed like thick roots with long claws. The creature is motionless, partially blended into the surrounding dense foliage. There is a sense of unnatural stillness, as if the plants are listening. The scene is moody, with mist hanging low and beams of fading sunlight filtering through cracked greenhouse glass. Creepy, surreal, atmospheric horror aesthetic.
Prompt: Five tall humanoid shrimp creatures step on legs out of a tropical sea on to the beach. Some seaweed and barnacles cling to them. They are wearing medieval spears or halberds. In the background the sun is setting.
Prompt: Hagard unattractive dark-skinned female chinese ronin with leather armor and dark clothes. She has a snake tatoo on her hand and carries a wakizashi and on her belt some alchemical flasks. In the background a dirty medieval backstreet can be seen.
Prompt: The settlement appears as a series of submerged structures intricately woven from aquatic plants, vines, and driftwood. These buildings rise from the water's surface, their organic forms resembling the sinuous curves of serpents frozen in motion. Moss and lichen cling to their surfaces, further camouflaging them amidst the lush vegetation of the swamp.
The architecture of the Naga settlement is both elegant and functional, reflecting the serpentine aesthetics of its inhabitants. Buildings are constructed with curved walls and domed roofs, reminiscent of the coils of a great serpent. Elaborate carvings adorn the entrances, depicting scenes from Naga mythology and spiritual symbolism. Towers rise above the waterline, serving as lookout points and ceremonial spaces where rituals are performed under the open sky.
The settlement is seamlessly integrated with the natural environment, with plants and vines intertwining with the structures, blurring the line between man-made and organic. The Nagas have cultivated gardens of exotic flora, their vibrant colors contrasting with the muted tones of the swamp. Bridges woven from twisted roots span the waterways, connecting different parts of the settlement and allowing for easy naviga
Prompt: a mythical celestial artificer sitting in his workshop. he is working on some magitech human form and is surrounded by other magitech wonders of his own making. golden aura around his head. intricate tapestries, vibrant colors, magical realism, intricate detailing, high-resolution digital art, dramatic lighting, dynamic compositions, ethereal atmosphere
Prompt: Amidst a battalion of normal-sized soldiers clad in hybrid Roman-Chinese armor, a sleek 5-yard-high magotech armor stands as a formidable sentinel, wielding a massive axe. The giant construct, blending Roman galea crests and Chinese dragon motifs, boasts a segmented lorica segmentata interwoven with lamellar reinforcement. Enchanted with a faint glow and a protective aura, it moves with surprising agility, shielding its allies. This fusion of ancient traditions and magical prowess creates an awe-inspiring presence, embodying unity and strength on the battlefield.
Prompt: Paint a muscular pirate on board an infernal sailing ship. He has green skin, pointy ears and white hair. He has a serious foreboding expression on his face. His clothing is sublime in somber colours and a few piercings and tatoos adorne him. he wields a mighty bronce scimitar. behind him a stormy tropical sea can be seen.
Prompt: In the painting, imagine a female warrior, embodying strength and grace in a dramatic underwater scene. Her upper torso is muscular, covered in a bluish layer of blubber for resilience against the cold depths. Her lower body transitions seamlessly into a sleek bull seal, powerful and agile. Her long, thick hair flows like kelp around her, in deep green and dark brown shades that blend with the ocean environment. Her large, black eyes are expressive, reflecting both wisdom and fierce determination, adapted to the darkness of the depths. She wears armor crafted from sea materials—shimmering scales, polished shells, and tough seaweed—covering vital areas without restricting movement. In her hand, she wields a trident made from coral and bone, intricately carved with oceanic motifs. The setting is a vivid underwater scene with dim light filtering from above, surrounded by swaying kelp forests, vibrant coral reefs, and ancient underwater ruins in the distance. She stands poised with her trident, exuding a commanding and serene presence as a guardian of the deep sea.
Prompt: a flesh coloured amorphous creature with rusty medieval weapons sticking form its surface, creeping from a pool a crimson liquid with tentacles grasping for the viewer
Prompt: steampunk fantasy bronze artificial person with ornate skin, wearing a simple tunic and trousers as well a sword, in the background a mundane jungle
Prompt: An imposing, dignified Lord-Governor sits in an ornate but somber throne room that exudes the power and control of the Empire. Alaric Vortem is an older man with sharply cut features, silver-grey hair and piercing, cold blue eyes. He wears an Imperial officer's uniform with heavy, gold-embroidered epaulets or a formal robe bearing the crest of his House. His posture is stern and authoritarian as he rests one hand on the armrest ornament of his massive throne.
The room itself is characterized by Gothic architecture: tall, sinister columns, lead-framed windows offering a bleak view of the Macropolis, and massive banners bearing Imperial symbols and aquilas. A holo-table with tactical maps of the sector glows dimly in front of him, while servoskulls and Administratum scribes are busy in the background. The lighting is dim, with scattered candles and cold blue light from strategic evaluation screens. The atmosphere is heavy, as if the air itself is charged with intrigue and political pressure. Vortem's face shows no emotion - only steely determination and a quiet distrust of everything around him. “*
Prompt: **AI Prompt for Valerius Caelus – The Master of Shadows**
*"Seated in a high-backed chair of dark leather, Valerius Caelus radiates quiet authority. Shadows dance across his angular features—piercing amber eyes, a sharp jawline, every detail carefully composed. His tailored black coat, lined with gold embroidery, drapes effortlessly, while a polished cane rests beneath one gloved hand, its hidden monomolecular blade known only to a select few.
The air is thick with incense and parchment dust, the hum of cogitators filling the chamber. Data-slate in hand, he reviews intercepted transmissions, trade ledgers, whispered betrayals. A servo-skull hovers nearby, delivering hushed reports. He listens, expression unreadable, before a slow, knowing smirk forms.
'Interesting,' he murmurs, fingers tapping against the slate. In this chamber, he may sit alone—but his reach extends far beyond, woven into the shadows of the great and the damned alike."*
Prompt: **AI Prompt for Warlord Grimzog**
*A towering orc warlord stands beneath flickering industrial lights, his green-skinned bulk clad in jagged, battle-worn armor covered in crude glyphs and battlefield trophies. One cybernetic eye glows red, scanning his surroundings with ruthless intent, while his massive, clawed gauntlet crackles with barely contained energy. In his other hand, a brutal, custom-built firearm rests, its barrel still hot from recent slaughter. His tusked maw twists into a savage grin as he growls a guttural command, radiating raw aggression and the unstoppable hunger for war.*
Prompt: The creature is faceless and an insectoid appearance with a segmented, chitinous exoskeleton that glistens in dark hues of brown and black. It stands around 6 feet tall with long, spindly limbs. The front limbs end in two sharp pincers. Its head head is a mass of pink bulbous flesh and several tentacles protruding from it. Two long antennae rise from its head, twitching in an eerie manner. It has translucent, membranous wings that resemble those of a moth or dragonfly, with an iridescent sheen. background: woods at night
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.
