Prompt: two simple middle-aged 18th century women and twins in front of a simple stone chapel on a grassy rock. the look with a sinister smile at the viewer
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 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: A monstrous shark-man pirate captain with a towering, muscular frame. His skin is rough and gray-blue like a mako shark, covered in scars from countless battles. His face is a terrifying fusion of man and beast, with lifeless black eyes, rows of razor-sharp teeth, and gills along his neck. He wears a heavy, tattered leather coat reinforced with iron plates and adorned with jagged shells and the teeth of massive sea predators. His weapons are brutal—a massive cutlass shaped like a butcher’s blade and a harpoon attached to a rusted chain at his belt.
Prompt: The 40-year-old Catholic warrior nun has a resolute and battle-hardened appearance. She stands tall, with a strong, athletic build that reflects years of rigorous training and combat. Her face shows the lines of experience and discipline, with piercing, determined eyes that hold a mix of wisdom and a fierce, unyielding faith. Her dark hair, streaked with gray, is tightly pulled back and hidden under a coif, while her armor—a blend of practicality and religious symbolism—includes chainmail and reinforced leather, overlaid with a tabard featuring a cross.
Her hands are calloused, accustomed to wielding her weapons—a longsword, always polished and engraved with Latin scripture, and a rosary wrapped around the hilt. On her other hip, she carries a small shield adorned with holy emblems. She also wears a simple crucifix around her neck, a reminder of her faith and vow.
Her demeanor is serious and no-nonsense, with a quiet confidence that speaks of both her faith in God and her skill as a warrior. She moves with the grace of a seasoned fighter, ever ready to protect the innocent or confront the forces of evil.
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.
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: 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.
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Prompt: Create an illustration of a futuristic female mechanic with an athletic build. She has a smooth, light brown skin tone and striking yellow eyes that convey confidence and determination. she has brown curly hair and two biological elongated antenna rising from her forehead. She wears a high-tech, loose black and body suit with intricate patterns and metallic accents, highlighting her active stance.
The character stands with a scifi tool in her right hand, aimed outward, while her left hand is raised in a defensive posture. Her outfit is equipped with various pouches and holsters along her waist, showcasing a blend of utilitarian and stylish elements. The lower half features loose leggings that are a combination of dark materials and metallic protection, leading into knee pads. She wears rugged, brown boots with silver straps.
background: empty workshop
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 monstrous, otherworldly creature soars beneath a dark, storm-laden night sky, its vast, membranous bat-like wings blotting out the pale glow of the moon. Wisps of mist curl around its chitinous, insectoid body, reflecting the eerie yellow light of its hollow, glowing eyes. Its elongated, vulture-like head tilts unnaturally, revealing rows of blackened, needle-sharp teeth dripping with thick saliva. Segmented limbs, ending in cruelly curved talons, stretch hungrily toward the ground as if seeking prey. The air is heavy with unnatural cold, breath misting in the presence of this eldritch horror. Faint stars flicker behind fast-moving clouds, briefly illuminating the swirling tendrils of eldritch energy that crackle around the Byakhee’s monstrous form.
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.
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: A hunched, pale humanoid creature, around 1.4 meters tall, with thin, patchy hair covering its gaunt body. It has an ape-like posture, with long arms that almost touch the ground and a slouched, predatory stance. Its large, reflective eyes gleam with a feral intelligence, and its elongated, almost snout-like mouth reveals sharp, uneven teeth. The creature's fingers are long and clawed, adapted for grasping and climbing. Its movements are both skittish and aggressive, like a cornered beast. It lurks in damp, ancient tunnels, its tense body ready to lunge. The atmosphere is eerie and oppressive, with flickering torchlight casting long shadows.
Prompt: The interior of the small smithy is a vibrant fusion of light and shadow, where the intense glow of the forge casts dancing patterns across the polished stone floor. Shelves lined with intricately crafted weapons, armor, and tools showcase the masterful blend of local folklore and exquisite craftsmanship. The air is alive with the rhythmic clang of hammer on metal, the hiss of steam, and the steady crackle of the forge fire, which burns with enchanted wood, producing a heat fierce enough to shape the toughest materials. Runes and magical symbols are etched into many of the creations, hinting at their enchanted properties.
Prompt: A terrifying, cosmic entity looms above the rooftops of 1920s Arkham during a violent nighttime thunderstorm. Shub-Niggurath — an immense, roiling mass of writhing tendrils, hooved limbs, and pulsing maws — hangs partially obscured by dark storm clouds. Lightning forks illuminate her hideous form in brief, blinding flashes, casting grotesque shadows over the old gabled houses below. Strange, fungal growths erupt from the buildings and streets, pulsing with unnatural life. Some of the tendrils stretch down into the city, caressing rooftops and probing windows. The air is filled with swirling mist, rain, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Photorealistic cosmic horror style with dramatic lighting and a painterly, dreamlike texture.
Prompt: Beneath the moonlit waves, where the ocean meets the edge of the enchanted forest, lurks a creature of twisted beauty. This fey mermaid beckons unsuspecting travelers with her mesmerizing allure, her slender body adorned with shimmering scales that reflect the eerie light of the moon. Her long, flowing hair cascades like liquid silver down her back, weaving through the currents like strands of seaweed. With each graceful movement, she moves effortlessly through the water, her lithe form undulating with a serpentine grace. But beware, for her beauty is but a facade. As she draws closer, her cold, unfeeling eyes betray her true nature, devoid of warmth or compassion. And when she smiles, her lips part to reveal rows of needle-like teeth, gleaming in the moonlight with a predatory hunger.
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: 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: 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: 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: 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.
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.
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: 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.
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.
