Prompt: A Teodozjia is a creature, resembling a massive lion carved from white marble. Its body is intricately sculpted to highlight its immense strength and agility, with veins of gold running through it. The lion's eyes glow with a holy golden light, and its mouth is filled with sharp teeth.
The Teodozjia's face is framed by tufts of crystalline jade fur, and its massive paws end in razor-sharp golden claws. It moves with a surprising grace, each step causing slight tremors. The air around it is heavy with a sense of glory and corruption, as swirling white clouds above block out the sun, casting an unnatural shadow.
Despite their terrifying appearance, Teodozjia possess an unsettling beauty. Their purpose is to spread a corrupting scripture, defile all that is holy, and teach humanity to forsake reverence and love, promoting a desolate existence devoid of sacredness and emotional bonds.
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: 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: A vapor hawk in flight over a tropical island is a breathtaking sight. Its form, composed of shimmering steam, glides effortlessly above the lush canopy. As it soars, the sunlight filters through its misty feathers, creating a dazzling array of colors that dance across its body. The humid air of the island seems to feed and sustain it, each flap of its wings releasing a gentle spray of cool droplets that shimmer like liquid diamonds.
The vapor hawk's movements are both graceful and predatory, its keen eyes scanning the vibrant landscape below. The interplay of light and water gives it a translucent, almost ghostly appearance, yet its presence is commanding. The bird's unique plumage, a result of sunlight refracting through each droplet, casts iridescent hues of blue, green, and gold, blending seamlessly with the island's natural beauty.
Prompt: Gumela is Jacint’s seventh soul, a man dressed in thousands of silver and golden threads. One end of each thread dangles toward the earth, weighted with a sapphire or an emerald. The other ends curl about his neck or shoulders and disappear beneath the hanging filaments, knotting in the center of his hollow chest before emerging around his hips to form his skirts. His feet, sometimes momentarily visible as he walks, usually seem human.
Prompt: Imagine an oil painting capturing the sinister majesty of Kimbery's Dawn, the infernal flagship. The scene is set against a tempestuous backdrop of the Sea That Marched Against the Flame, with dark, swirling clouds and lightning illuminating the night sky. The waves crash violently, their frothy peaks reaching towards the heavens, while the sea itself churns dark and forbidding.
Kimbery's Dawn dominates the center of the composition. The hull, once the bloated body of a giant kraken, is grotesque and otherworldly, with sinewy textures and a slick, oily sheen reflecting the lightning. Rising from the hull are dragon-ribbed sails, once tentacles now hardened and braided, etched with glowing runes that cast an eerie green light.
At the prow, the krakens beak has transformed into a formidable, elongated horn, poised to ram any adversary. The deck teems with shadowy figures, the Lintha pirates, clad in dark, tattered garments, adding to the atmosphere of dread.
On the upper deck stands the green-skinned Dukantha, the Infernal Exalted, central and commanding, with glowing eyes piercing through the stormy night. The background is a tempestuous seascape, with bold strokes depicting the waves and storm, enhancing the sense of movement and chaos surrounding the ship.
Overall, the painting conveys dark grandeur and malevolent power, with Kimbery’s Dawn at its heart, a nightmarish vessel brought to life with rich, moody colors and intricate, evocative details.
Prompt: A terrifying mutated fish-person pirate standing menacingly on the deck of a weathered pirate ship. His scaly skin glistens with a sickly green hue, covered in patches of barnacles and seaweed. Large, glowing yellow eyes, a jagged dorsal fin tearing through a tattered pirate coat, and sharp needle-like teeth in a wide, malevolent grin. In his webbed, clawed hand, he grips a rusty, brine-and-blood-stained cutlass, with the hilt encrusted in barnacles. The other hand has vicious claws tapping against the wooden deck. The chaotic deck behind him is decayed and tangled with ropes, swaying ominously with the motion of the dark, churning sea. The full moon casts an eerie light on the scene.
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: 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: steampunk fantasy bronze artificial woman with ornate skin, wearing a simple tunic and trousers as well a sword, in the background a mundane jungle
Prompt: The scene is set in a fog-shrouded swamp, where an undead Celtic warrior emerges from the thick mist. His figure is clad in a rusty chain shirt, the metal links corroded and worn from centuries of decay. His skin resembles that of a bog body—dark, leathery, and eerily well-preserved, stretched taut over his muscular frame. He grips an ancient, corroded axe in one hand, the weapon still sharp and formidable despite the ravages of time. The hollow glow of his eyes pierces through the fog, casting an eerie light on the twisted, gnarled trees that surround him. The ground is uneven, with dark, murky water reflecting the faint, ghostly light of the moon. The atmosphere is thick with the weight of ancient curses and forgotten battles, making the warrior a haunting embodiment of a long-lost era.
Prompt: A chariot, pulled by mares of living fog, allows to traverse the sea with regal grace and wild unpredictability. Thefemale Fey admiral Zalak steers the chariot. She wears armor woven from moonlit mist and starlight, and her ocean-deep eyes reveal both ancient wisdom and capriciousness. Her silken hair, adorned with pearls and seashells, whispers of siren songs. In one hand, she wields a giant sword of ivory and pearl, capable of summoning abyssal creatures.
Prompt: A terrible iron-crowned giant with grey, sagging skin, hair stiff with frost, and empty eye sockets. Though sightless, the Blind King senses the echoes of all that comes to pass within his drear realm, Gloomhold. All of the King’s serv- ants are blind, for his countenance brings eternal death.
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.
Prompt: create a finely crafted mosaic of a fantasy semidivine hero, a regale pale older male stormgod in whirling white mists in the style of medieval mosaics, epic, full view
Prompt: The statue of the holy abbess, weathered and rugged, stands with a dignified presence in the small chapel. The once-smooth marble now shows the passage of time, its surface bearing the marks of erosion and faint cracks that lend an ancient and venerable air to her form. The robes she wears are chipped and rough in places, but the intricate floral patterns, though worn, still hint at the skill of long-gone sculptors.
Her serene smile remains, yet the wear on her face adds a layer of wisdom, as if she has witnessed centuries of prayers and devotion. Her eyes, though softly carved, are slightly obscured by age, giving her an even more mysterious and timeless expression.
The abbess staff she holds is rustic, with a slightly rough texture. The lily and vine design at its tip is less defined, eroded by years of contact with the air. Her left hand cradles a book, its edges chipped, and the once-clear inscriptions on its pages are now faint and hard to read, hinting at its age and use.
At the base of the statue, small, rugged vines and flowers appear almost petrified, blending with the stone as if they have been part of the statue for as long as it has stood. The halo above her head, while still intact, has a few cracks running through it, giving the impression that this statue has stood watch over the chapel for generations, weathering time and the elements alike.
Prompt: A manticore with a lions head with a gruesome human face, batlike wings and a scorpions tail roaring his defiance at the viewer. it is wearing a barding or rusted plate armor. background: grass and simple medieval tents
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: create a nearly human creature. they dress as high men and women of mortal courts, drapped in silk and cloth of gold, beautiful to look upon- save their eyes, which are open caverns, forever dripping dollops of ruby bright blood down their painted faces.
Prompt: Inspired by the legends of sea monsters, the Kaiho Lurker is a massive, tentacled creature that dwells in the depths of the tropical coast's waters. Its body resembles a blend of a giant squid and a dragon, adorned with bioluminescent patterns that mesmerize prey before it strikes with lightning speed. Legends speak of sailors being lured into the water by its hypnotic glow, never to return.
Prompt: In the ancient art of Asian shadow puppetry, a captivating scene unfolds. Against a backdrop of towering mountains and ancient structures, an imposing older man with a flowing beard conjures bolts of lightning with determined hands. Across from him, a menacing dragon emerges, its fiery breath illuminating the darkness. In a breathtaking display of skill and bravery, the man harnesses the power of nature to combat the beast, their silhouettes locked in a fierce struggle as shadows dance across the screen.
Prompt: In the depths of the underworld, where the shadows reign supreme and the echoes of lost souls linger, lies a forsaken island town known only as Duskfall. The settlement is a mere whisper of its former glory, its once-grand buildings now crumbling ruins consumed by the relentless march of time.
Duskfall is shrouded in perpetual twilight, where the dim light of a dying sun struggles to pierce the thick veil of darkness that blankets the land. The sky above is a desolate expanse, devoid of stars or any semblance of celestial beauty, casting the town in an eternal gloom.
The town's streets are empty and silent, save for the haunting whispers that seem to drift on the cold breeze. Dilapidated buildings loom like silent sentinels, their windows boarded up and their doors sealed tight against the encroaching darkness.
Lake Stygian, a vast expanse of murky waters, surrounds the island, its surface as still as death itself. The waters are said to be cursed, reflecting not the twisted spires of the underworld, but the sorrow and despair that permeate the very essence of Duskfall.
Eternal Shadow: The Undead Crocodile of the Murky Lake
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Prompt: The image you've conjured sounds like something straight out of a dark fantasy tale! Picture this: a murky, still lake, shrouded in shadows and surrounded by gnarled, twisted trees. The surface of the water barely reflects the dim moonlight, and there, lurking beneath, is the undead crocodile. it glides through the water.
Its scales are a sickly gray, covered in patches of decaying flesh. Its eyes, once gleaming with predatory hunger, now glow with an eerie, otherworldly light. With each movement, algae and weeds cling to its rotting form, adding to its sinister appearance.
The undead crocodile moves silently through the depths, its presence sending shivers down the spines of any who dare to venture too close. It is a creature of nightmares, a guardian of the dark waters, forever bound to its cursed existence. Perhaps it was once a fearsome predator in life, but now it exists only as a twisted remnant, haunting the depths of the lake for eternity.
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.
