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 heavy 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: 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: Create a mystical underwater creature with the following attributes: The creature has a humanoid upper body with light green scaly skin, adorned with dark brown fur around the chest and forearms. Its hands are webbed, and it wields a primitive, wooden spear. The face is a blend of feline and human features, with intense golden eyes, a flat nose, and prominent, pointed ears that are edged with frills resembling fish fins. It has curved horns protruding from the top of its head, and long, flowing brown hair that mimics the movement of seaweed. The lower body transitions into a powerful tail of a seal, covered in darker green scales, revealing hints of sharp dorsal spines.
The background is a serene underwater scene with soft sunlight filtering through the water, highlighting patches of algae and tall seaweed that sway gently in the current. The composition portrays the creature in a dynamic pose, as if it has been caught mid-movement, with a sense of grace and alertness that suggests it is attuned to its environment.
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: A biomechanical alien laboratory deep underground, in the style of H.R. Giger. A Mi-Go brain cylinder rests on a strange workbench — a translucent chitinous cylinder filled with amber fluid, holding a preserved human brain, connected to alien tubes and fibers. The workbench is covered with insectile tools, organic cables, and metallic-organic surfaces. Dim, eerie bioluminescent lighting in green and pale blue, with shadows stretching across the alien chamber. The atmosphere is oppressive, dark cosmic horror, ultra-detailed and cinematic.
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: 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: the fey lord spear Empress Bhadri commands attention with her striking and imposing presence. Standing tall and statuesque, she possesses an air of regal authority that demands respect from all who gaze upon her. Her ebony skin, dark as the depths of the night, contrasts sharply with the vibrant hues of her realm, lending her an aura of otherworldly power.Bhadri's features are sharp and angular, her high cheekbones casting shadows across her face that seem to dance in the flickering light. Her eyes, like pools of obsidian, gleam with an intensity that pierces through the darkness, betraying the depths of her cunning and ambition.Long, flowing locks of midnight black cascade down her back in a cascade of curls, framing her face like a veil of shadows. Adorned with intricate ornaments crafted from dark metals and rare jewels, her hair seems to shimmer with an ethereal radiance that belies the darkness within.Beneath her flowing robes of deepest crimson, Bhadri's lithe and graceful form moves with a predatory grace, each step a silent declaration of her power and authority. At her side rests her weapon of choice, a spear forged from the blackest steel and adorned with ancient runes of power, a symbol of her mastery in both combat and conquest.
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: 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: 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: 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.
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.
