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 dimly lit medieval asian theatre, the atmosphere is thick with anticipation as the audience waits in hushed silence. Suddenly, the stage comes to life, illuminated only by a flickering light behind a large screen. The intricate silhouettes of ancient buildings and towering mountains form the backdrop, setting the stage for the unfolding drama.
As the music begins to swell, the silhouette of an imposing older man with a long, flowing beard emerges, his stature commanding respect and awe. With a determined expression etched on his face, he raises his hands, and bolts of crackling lightning materialize, casting a stark contrast against the darkness.
In the distance, the silhouette of a menacing dragon emerges, its scales glinting ominously in the faint light. With a roar that reverberates through the theater, the dragon lunges forward, its fiery breath illuminating the stage in brief bursts of orange and red.
The bearded man stands his ground, his hands crackling with energy as he summons the forces of nature to his aid. With each powerful gesture, lightning arcs through the air, striking the dragon with fierce intensity. Shadows dance across the screen, capturing the ferocity of the battle as it unfolds.
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.
Prompt: Beneath an ancient, decaying castle lies a hidden chapel, accessible only through a concealed, iron-bound door. The air grows thick with the scent of blood as you descend a spiral staircase into a dimly lit chamber. The walls, adorned with fading murals of slaughter, close in around a central altar made of blackened stone, stained with sacrificial blood.
A menacing obsidian statue of a multi-armed demoness towers behind the altar, her glowing red eyes piercing the darkness. The floor is a mosaic of bones, and in the shadows, hooded figures whisper dark incantations, seeking her favor for victory and destruction in battle.
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: Hidden deep within an ancient forest, the grotto is a mysterious cavern accessible through a narrow, vine-covered fissure. Inside, the air is cool and damp, illuminated by faint, luminescent fungi. Stalactites and stalagmites create a natural cathedral-like structure, with ancient runes carved by druids adorning the walls. A small, glowing pool lies at the center, fed by an underground spring.
In the heart of the grotto, Aodhan, a Celtic warrior, is bound by enchanted chains. He stands over six feet tall with a muscular frame, long dark hair streaked with gray, and a face marked by battle scars. His eyes reflect his dual nature: one is a stormy blue, the other a fiery red. His attire is a mix of ancient warrior garb and tattered robes, with tattoos and demonic sigils on his chest. The chains, inscribed with runes, pulse with a greenish energy, containing his immense power. Aodhan sits in a meditative pose, his aura charged with the tension of his internal struggle between the noble warrior and the dark demon within.
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: Paint a pretty female fantasy pirate on board a sailing ship. She has green skin, pointy ears and white hair. Her smile is cruel and she shows a few sharp sharklike teeth. Her eyes are solid black. Her clothing is shabby but colourful and a few piercings and tatoos adorne her. show her full body. behind her tropical sea can be seen.
Prompt: Paint a female lean fantasy pirate on board a sailing ship. She has green skin, pointy ears and white hair. Her smile is cruel and she shows a few sharp sharklike teeth. Her eyes are solid black. Her clothing is shabby but colourful and a few piercings and tatoos adorne her. She has a Bronze Spear as a weapon. behind her tropical sea can be seen.
Prompt: The androgynous cult leader possesses a visage that defies conventional gender norms, blurring the lines between masculine and feminine characteristics. Their appearance is ethereal and alluring, with features that evoke a sense of timeless beauty and otherworldly grace.
Their face is framed by long, flowing hair that cascades in waves of iridescent color, shifting hues in the light like a rainbow caught in a gentle breeze. Their skin is smooth and flawless, with a faint luminescence that gives them an almost unearthly glow. Their eyes are the most captivating feature, pools of liquid silver that seem to pierce through the soul of anyone who meets their gaze.
The cult leader's physique is slender and graceful, possessing a delicate yet commanding presence that commands attention. They move with a fluidity and poise that borders on the supernatural, gliding effortlessly through the world as if untethered by the constraints of mortal flesh.
Their clothing is an eclectic mix of styles and influences, reflecting their enigmatic nature and eclectic tastes. They favor flowing robes adorned with intricate patterns and symbols, woven from fabrics that seem to shimmer and shift like liquid silk. Their accessories are equally ornate, with jewelry crafted from rare gems and precious metals that gleam with an inner light.
Despite their androgynous appearance, there is an undeniable magnetism to the cult leader's presence, a magnetic allure that draws people to them like moths to a flame. Whether male or female, they exude an aura of power and mystery that commands respect and admiration from their followers.
Yet beneath the surface lies a darkness that few can comprehend, a madness that lurks behind their captivating facade. It is this duality that makes the cult leader such a formidable and terrifying figure, a paradox of beauty and malevolence that leaves all who encounter them spellbound and trembling in fear.
Prompt: Imagine a female elemental fire dragon in her 50 year old human form. She radiates an aura of intense heat, her skin glowing with a subtle shimmer as if molten embers lie just beneath the surface and a few scales can be seen at her temples. Her eyes are reptilian, fiery, resembling burning coals, with a gaze that pierces through the air like a flame's sharp flicker. Her hair cascades down in waves of vivid orange, red, and gold, resembling a wild blaze that seems to move as if alive. background: a simple medieval room
Her attire is a combination of elegant, flowing fabrics, mimicking the movement of fire—rich crimson and deep amber with hints of flickering yellow. Her presence is both alluring and dangerous, with her every movement fluid and graceful, like the dance of fire. The faint smell of smoke and warmth lingers in her wake, and her very touch might feel like the comforting warmth of a hearth—or the searing heat of a wildfire, depending on her mood.
Prompt: In the painting, imagine a female warrior, 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 semidivine hero: a female brown-skinned indian trickster with a mischiveous smile surrounded by illusionary half-real creatures and holding a majestic and elegant sabre, epic, full body
Prompt: Welcome to the haunting shores of the Bleak Isle, where the mist rolls in like a shroud and the cries of seabirds echo off the sand beaches. Here, nestled against the island coast, lies the fantastical pirate settlement of Siren's Haven.
As you approach, the first thing you notice is the eerie sight of half-submerged ships, their hulls weathered and worn, repurposed to form the foundation of the settlement. These vessels, once mighty galleons and fearsome frigates, now serve as the very walls and walkways of Siren's Haven. Barnacles cling to their sides like ancient sentinels, and seaweed sways in the gentle currents that wash against the makeshift docks.
Walking through the maze-like streets of the settlement, you pass beneath archways formed from the ribcages of long-dead sea creatures, their bones bleached by the sun and salt. Lanterns fashioned from salvaged ship parts cast flickering shadows on the uneven ground, while the air is thick with the scent of saltwater and spice.
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Prompt: the god Jasper stands tall and imposing, with an aura of mystique that seems to shimmer around him like the dancing lights of a casino. His skin, an ethereal shade of deep blue, hints at the depths of the ocean and the vastness of the night sky. His eyes, often described as pools of liquid silver, hold a mesmerizing gaze that seems to see through to the very essence of those who meet it.
He wears robes adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of playing cards and dice, symbols of his domain over games of chance. Around his neck hangs a pendant fashioned in the shape of a golden coin, symbolizing wealth and fortune. Despite his divine status, there's an air of approachability about him, as if he's both a friend and a challenge to those who seek his favor.
Prompt: This young medieval scholar is in her early twenties with wild, curly auburn hair often falling out of a loose braid. Her green eyes are wide with curiosity, constantly scanning her surroundings, and she wears round spectacles that frequently slip down her nose. She’s dressed in a worn blue tunic, ink stains on the sleeves, and a slightly tattered brown robe with a leather belt holding small pouches filled with herbs and scrolls.
Her hands are often smudged with ink or dirt, and she’s always carrying a quill or book. Expressive and lively, she speaks with enthusiasm, her gestures quick and animated, often causing minor accidents in her cluttered workspace. Her mix of brilliance and eccentricity makes her both captivating and a bit unpredictable.
Prompt: The olive-skinned god of daytime storms is a figure of myth and imagination, often portrayed as a being of immense power and presence. His skin, reminiscent of the color of olives, is said to shimmer with a subtle sheen, reflecting the light of the sun even amidst the tumult of a storm.
In the tales told of him, he is both feared and revered, embodying the dual nature of storms—both destructive and life-giving. He is said to ride upon clouds, his chariot drawn by mighty winds, as he roams the skies bringing thunder and lightning in his wake.
Despite his fearsome appearance and the havoc he can unleash, the olive-skinned god of daytime storms is also seen as a force of renewal and cleansing. His rains quench the parched earth, revitalizing the land and nourishing crops. In this way, he is often depicted as a deity of balance, embodying the necessary cycle of destruction and creation.
Worshipped by some and feared by others, the olive-skinned god of daytime storms holds a unique place in the pantheon of mythological figures, symbolizing the raw power and beauty of the natural world.
Prompt: In a serene tropical setting, a simple wooden jetty extends from a quaint wooden stilt hut perched on the sandy beach. A friendly medieval Asian fisherman stands on the jetty, his light blue hair catching the gentle breeze. His simple linen clothing is adorned with a few colorful textures, adding a touch of vibrancy to his attire. Beside him, his pregnant wife, also with light blue hair and dressed in similarly simple but slightly more colorful linen clothes, rests her hand on her belly, radiating calm and contentment. Their six-year-old boy, full of energy and curiosity, stands close by, his light blue hair tousled and his linen outfit reflecting the same colorful patterns as his parents'. The tropical backdrop of swaying palm trees and the tranquil sound of lapping waves complete this peaceful family scene.
Prompt: Erembour wears robes of pale silver and has skin of deepest black. Her eyes glimmer like the moon, and scattered strands of her ebon hair glow white. She carries a long silver horn curved like a ram’s, and a rat’s tail trails from the back of her robes. Thunder cracks when she enters the mortal world. Torches and other lights in- stantly go out in her presence.
Prompt: In their natural state, bloody hands appear to be horribly slender humans with brilliant carmine lips and long, perpetually bloody claws. Bloody hands can alter their appearance to look like any human. However, they always have blood dripping slowly from one hand. A glove or bandage can hide this fact, but if forced to remove it, the blood will be obvious. In time, the glove will also seep or overflow with blood.
Prompt: Alveua has the look of a mortal woman, save for the massive red-hot hammer she carries over one shoulder, the shining black metal of her dress and the two small horns that adorn her forehead. Her hair is short and red, and her overall appearance is delicate.
Prompt: Picture a figure emerging from the depths, clad in tattered, salt-stained clothing, with a gleaming cutlass at its side and a fierce, predatory glint in its eyes. This is no ordinary pirate; this is a humanoid shark, a creature of both land and sea, a fearsome marauder of the oceans.
Standing tall on two muscular, finned legs, the humanoid shark cuts an imposing figure. Its skin is a mottled blend of grey and white, reminiscent of the churning waves it calls home. Rows of razor-sharp teeth line its powerful jaws, and its eyes, dark and penetrating, betray a cunning intelligence.
Adorned with trinkets plundered from countless ships, the shark pirate wears a patchwork of mismatched armor, each piece bearing the scars of battles long fought.
In one hand, the pirate wields a rusty harpoon, a relic from a bygone era, while the other rests casually on the hilt of its cutlass, its grip sure and steady. With every movement, the shark pirate exudes an aura of danger, a silent promise of swift and merciless retribution to any who dare cross its path.
Prompt: The Maelstrom in the underworld appears as a massive, churning whirlpool of blackened energy, its depths shrouded in an impenetrable veil of shadow. The surface of the vortex writhes and twists with ethereal tendrils of darkness, reaching out like grasping claws to ensnare any who draw near. A cacophony of eerie whispers and sinister whispers emanates from within its depths, hinting at the malevolent entities that dwell within. Around it derelict temples and shrines of different styles bear witness to its mad grandeur.
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.
