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.
Prompt: These large, lion-shaped creatures have skin of solid gold, molten gold for blood and shining topazes for eyes. They eat carrion, and their corrosive saliva burns through even the toughest dead skins to reach the feast within.
Prompt: The demonic host of the arena is Azazel the Infernal Jester, a flamboyant and twisted figure who revels in chaos and suffering. Standing around seven feet tall, Azazel has a lean, wiry frame draped in a tattered but flamboyant outfit that mixes elements of a jester and an executioner. His crimson skin is covered in shifting black tattoos, and his face is a grotesque parody of a jester’s mask, with large, glowing eyes—one yellow, the other green—and a wide, jagged grin full of sharp teeth.
Azazel’s attire is a chaotic blend of clashing colors—bright purples, greens, and golds—accentuated with black leather straps and spikes. He wears an oversized hat with three long, twisted horns, each tipped with a burning ember. In his gloved hands, he carries a scepter topped with a chattering skull that echoes his sadistic laughter.
Prompt: The Fey Lady Prince Zalak cuts a striking figure, adorned in garments woven from moonlit mist and starlight. Her presence seems to shimmer and shift, as if she's not entirely bound to the physical realm. Eyes the color of ocean depths reflect the wisdom of ancient seas, yet hint at an unfathomable depth of mischief and unpredictability.
Her hair, cascading like silken waves, carries the whispers of forgotten songs sung by sirens beneath the waves. Adorned with pearls and seashells, each a tribute from creatures of the deep, her appearance is both ethereal and commanding.
In one hand, she holds her sword, crafted from the ivory tusks of ancient leviathans and adorned with pearls that shimmer with an otherworldly glow. With a mere flick, the blade can summon forth creatures of the abyss, bending their will to her command.
Perched upon her chariot, drawn by mares born of swirling mist, she traverses the realms with an air of regal grace and wild abandon. To encounter her is to dance on the edge of danger and enchantment, never knowing whether she'll bestow a boon or unleash the wrath of the depths upon those who dare to cross her path.
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.
The Shadowed Terror: Niremar's Malevolent Presence
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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 camera sweeps over a jagged cliffside, lush with tropical foliage, and drenched in rain from a dark, brooding sky. Waves crash violently against the rocks below, sending plumes of white spray high into the air. Nestled along the cliff, Mistral Haven emerges—a maze of wooden stilted houses, their thatched roofs dripping with rain. Rope bridges sway precariously between buildings, and lanterns flicker in the gusty wind.
At the town's heart, the Grand Pagoda stands tall, its golden spire piercing the storm clouds, prayer flags whipping in the gale. The bustling marketplace clings to the cliff's edge, traders shouting amidst the thunder, exotic goods shimmering under makeshift canopies. Amidst the chaos, Stormcallers chant, their eyes glowing as they channel the storm's energy, their mystic rituals blending seamlessly with the raw power of nature.
Prompt: Imagine an oil painting depicting the "Goat of the Woods" in her satyr-like form. The setting is a dark, ancient forest, with towering, twisted trees that seem almost alive, their gnarled branches framing the scene.
In the center stands the goddess, a towering hermaphroditic figure with large, curving horns that spiral majestically from her head. Her skin is a deep, rich black, absorbing the light around her, giving her an almost ethereal presence. She is clothed in a wispy tunic that appears to be woven from the very fabric of the cosmos, with tiny stars twinkling faintly within it, casting a soft, otherworldly glow.
Her face is a mix of male and female features, with sharp, angular cheekbones, full lips, and intense eyes that seem to pierce through the canvas. Her expression is serene yet unsettling, conveying both wisdom and madness. Her body is muscular yet graceful, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, blending strength and elegance in equal measure.
The background is filled with shadows and hints of movement, as if unseen creatures lurk just beyond the viewer's sight. The forest floor is covered in thick, dark moss and strange, luminescent fungi that emit an eerie light, casting long, flickering shadows. The air is thick with mist, adding to the sense of mystery and foreboding.
The overall color palette of the painting is dominated by deep blacks, purples, and blues, with the occasional burst of starlight or the greenish glow of the fungi providing contrast. The brushstrokes are both smooth and chaotic, reflecting the duality of the goddess herself—both beautiful and terrifying, calm and wild.
This oil painting captures the essence of the "Goat of the Woods" as a being that is both awe-inspiring and fearsome, a manifestation of ancient power and madness.
Prompt: In the heart of a vast, pitch-black underground cave, a Celtic warrior is chained to the rough stone walls. His wrists are bound by ancient, rusted chains that stretch taut against the stone, locking him in place. The chains, shimmering with dark magic, have held him captive for thousands of years.
The warrior's powerful body is adorned with intricate blue Celtic tattoos that glow faintly in the darkness, their patterns swirling across his muscular arms, chest, and back. His long, matted hair and beard are streaked with silver, signs of the ages that have passed, yet his body remains strong and unnaturally alive, preserved by the curse that binds him.
His eyes burn with an intense, fiery light, betraying the presence of a demoness who possesses him. Her dark, shadowy form wraps around him like a cloak, her malevolent aura seeping into the very stone of the cave. The only sound in the still air is the soft, constant dripping of water from the stalactites above, echoing in the silence.
Despite his torment, the warrior's face is set in a mask of defiance, his muscles straining against the chains. The glowing blue tattoos on his body pulse with a life of their own, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the cave, where he remains eternally bound, both in body and soul.
Prompt: The Tropical Raiju is a mythical beast resembling a combination of a ferocious tiger and a nimble monkey. Its fur is a vibrant mix of greens and blues, blending seamlessly with the tropical foliage. Lightning crackles within its mane, and its sharp claws can rend through even the toughest of jungle vegetation. Despite its fearsome appearance, the Tropical Raiju is known to be fiercely loyal to those who earn its trust, often forming bonds with coastal tribes who live in harmony with nature.
Prompt: A grotesque, otherworldly scarab, roughly the size of a human thumb. Its smooth, iridescent carapace shifts in hues of jade-green, with bioluminescent veins running through it that glow faintly, giving it an almost ethereal, unnatural aura. The carapace features intricate, alien-like patterns, too perfect to be of this world. The scarab's compound eyes are disproportionately large, glowing with a faint, unsettling golden light. Its legs are thin and spindly, appearing almost crystalline and translucent, with delicate joints that suggest both insect and alien physiology. The scarab has sharp, needle-like mandibles, and a long, slender proboscis, which it uses to inject an egg into the host’s spine. The creature exudes a sense of eerie, otherworldly horror, as if its presence belongs to a realm far beyond the natural world. 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: 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 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: The sea horse is the steed of the sea. When on solid land, a sea horse looks like a normal equine, albeit one displaying all the colors of the calm and raging oceans. When the sea horse is fully submerged in the water (a state it does not shy from), their hindquarters melt into giant, scaled fishtails, reminiscent of the classical mermaid. With this, it
can swim as quickly as it can run on land, and carry riders with them.
Prompt: On the shoreline, the razor bear cuts an imposing figure. Its massive, bear-like body is covered in three layers of glistening fish scales, each layer overlapping to form an almost impenetrable armor. The scales catch the sunlight, casting iridescent reflections that make the creature look both beautiful and terrifying.
The razor bear's head is striking and fearsome. Its lidless eyes are dark and unblinking, giving it an eerie, perpetual stare that seems to pierce through anything it gazes upon. These eyes, adapted for both underwater and land hunting, survey the beach with a predatory intensity. Its jaws, reminiscent of a barracuda, are slightly ajar, revealing rows of sharp, serrated teeth designed for gripping and tearing.
As the razor bear moves, its powerful limbs drive it forward with a fluid grace. Despite its bulk, it covers ground rapidly, its movement efficient and purposeful. The muscular legs, adapted for both swimming and running, dig into the wet sand with each stride, leaving deep, clawed footprints behind. Its short, flattened tail, while primarily a tool for swimming, sways slightly as it walks, adding to its balance and agility.
Prompt: A hulking wereboar stands before you, its form a grotesque fusion of man and beast. Its powerful, sinewy limbs are covered in coarse, bristly hair that blends seamlessly with patches of rough human skin. The creature's massive head bears the unmistakable features of a wild boar—sharp tusks jutting from its maw, a wide, flattened snout, and small, glinting eyes that gleam with a savage intelligence.
Tattered rags, remnants of its former human attire, cling desperately to its muscular frame, hanging in shreds from its broad shoulders and thick, barrel-like chest. These scraps of cloth flutter slightly with each breath, hinting at the struggle between its human past and its bestial present.
The wereboar's clawed hands flex instinctively, ready to rend and tear, while its sturdy legs end in sharp hooves that dig into the earth. Standing in the moonlit shadows of a dense forest, its breath rises in misty clouds, and the faint scent of the wild clings to the air around it. The creature exudes a primal, untamed aura, a force of nature barely contained within a semi-human shell.
Prompt: Captain Eelrod is a ghastly figure, blending the eerie qualities of a deep-sea creature with the menacing demeanor of a seasoned pirate. Standing at around 6 feet tall, his sinuous body is covered in slick, dark scales that glisten with a faint, bioluminescent glow. His elongated face is framed by sharp, needle-like teeth that protrude from a perpetual sneer. His eyes are large and reflective, resembling deep pools of the darkest ocean, capable of piercing through the densest fog.
A tattered tricorn hat, adorned with barnacles and seaweed, rests atop his head, casting a shadow over his eerie gaze. His long, sinuous arms end in webbed hands with razor-sharp claws, perfect for both gripping a cutlass and tearing through flesh. His body is draped in a ragged coat that was once elegant, now faded and encrusted with salt from countless voyages.
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.
