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: Create a detailed character illustration of Rodan, the Salt Whisperer, a mysterious pirate captain from a dark fantasy setting. He has weathered, salt-crusted skin and pale, lagoon-like eyes that shimmer with an eerie light. His hair is gray and brittle, resembling dried seaweed. Rodan wears a tattered captain’s coat stiffened by salt, with jagged, coral-like armor pieces. A curved saber hangs at his side, appearing to be made from petrified coral. His presence exudes the harshness of the sea, and his stance is commanding, like a man who controls the tides themselves. Surround him with an aura of salt mist, and show salt crystals forming where his boots touch the deck. The scene should be atmospheric, with a stormy ocean backdrop and an ominous, cloudy sky, emphasizing his connection to the sea's ancient magic
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: In the heart of an ancient forest, shrouded in perpetual twilight, lies a secret garden known only to a few. This garden, hidden behind a curtain of thick, twisted vines and gnarled branches, exudes an eerie yet mesmerizing allure.
As you step through the natural archway, the forest's shadows give way to an otherworldly glow. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers, their petals iridescent under the dim light of ethereal orbs that float like will-o'-the-wisps. These orbs cast a soft, haunting illumination over the garden, revealing paths lined with stones that seem to hum with an ancient, forgotten magic.
The foliage here is unlike any found in the outer forest. Trees with bark as dark as obsidian twist skyward, their leaves a deep, shimmering green. Among them, flowers of impossible hues and shapes bloom in abundance, some pulsing gently as if alive. In the distance, a silver stream winds its way through the garden, its waters sparkling with an unnatural brilliance and a faint, melodic chime.
Despite the garden's beauty, a sense of unease permeates the air. Whispers, carried by an unseen wind, speak in an ancient tongue, their words just beyond comprehension. Shadows flicker at the edges of your vision, and the feeling of being watched is inescapable.
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: 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 slightly pudgy younger man with glasses, dressed in classic 1920s attire including a tweed vest, white shirt, and a bow tie, is seated at a sturdy wooden desk in a dimly lit library. The scene is illuminated by a vintage desk lamp casting a warm glow over an ancient occult tome laid open in front of him. The book's pages are filled with intricate symbols and arcane illustrations, captivating his focused and slightly intense expression. Surrounding him, towering bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes create a cozy yet mysterious atmosphere, blending intellectual curiosity with an air of mysticism.
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: A late 18th-century copperplate engraving illustration, depicting a mysterious coastal scene at night — a storm-lashed shoreline near a rocky, fog-shrouded island. In the foreground, a broken fishing boat lies on the shore with eerie drag marks leading into the sea. A pale, monstrous eelwith ghostly eyes is coiled among seaweed at the beach. The scene is rendered in fine cross-hatching and rich detail, with dramatic contrasts of light and shadow, resembling works by Gustave Doré or early maritime etchings. Style: 1700s copper engraving, black-and-white, aged paper background.
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: Inspired by the legendary bird-like creature from Hindu and Buddhist mythology, the Garuda Stormcaller is a majestic avian being capable of commanding the fury of the skies. With wings spanning the breadth of a thundercloud and talons crackling with electricity, it soars through the heavens as a harbinger of storms.
Prompt: You enter a lavish medieval fantasy Asian gambling den, a place of opulence and excitement. The room is adorned with intricate wood carvings, silk wall hangings, and lanterns casting a warm, inviting glow. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the lively sounds of laughter, conversation, clinking coins, and shuffling cards.
People dressed in expensive clothing crowd the room. Women in elaborate silk kimonos and hanboks, embroidered with gold thread and adorned with jewels, mingle with men in finely tailored robes and tunics of the richest fabrics, their attire complemented by jade pendants, ornate hairpins, and gold-trimmed sashes.
The gambling tables, crafted from polished wood and inlaid with mother-of-pearl, host games of mahjong, pai gow, and other traditional games. Participants place their bets with confident smiles or tense anticipation, while elegant dealers manage the games with practiced ease. The delicate notes of a guzheng played in the corner add a sophisticated backdrop to the lively atmosphere.
At the heart of the den stands an ornate Wheel of Fortune, a masterpiece of craftsmanship. The wheel, made from dark polished wood with gold accents, is divided into vibrant, intricately decorated segments representing various fortunes—bags of gold, rare gems, luxurious silks, and more. An attendant in a rich crimson robe with gold embroidery invites guests to spin the wheel.
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: fantasy semidivine hero: a male bearded magitech crafter, fighting with a golden hammer. also a jeweled golden mechanical drone in the form of a small dragon buzzes around him to protect him. full body, epic
Prompt: imagine a horrific tree in a dark gloomy wood. this tree stands on several short hooved legs. its body i black, skimy and several round and fang-filled mouth open on its trunk. instead of branches, from the upper end of the monster several long and thick tentacles whip trough the night air.
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.
Prompt: corrupted woodland at night. the trunks of the trees are twisted, their bark cracked with faintly pulsing veins of black ichor. Strange, bulbous fungi cling to the roots, oozing a viscous fluid that glows faintly in sickly green and yellow hues. The undergrowth is unnaturally thick, filled with vines that writhe slightly when touched, and clusters of oversized, twitching insects hiding beneath the damp leaves. The air is humid and carries a faint, unsettling scent of decay and overripe fruit. Small, fleshy growths resembling half-formed eyes or mouths occasionally emerge from the wood, barely noticeable unless one looks too closely. The path itself remains walkable, but with each step, the feeling of being watched intensifies—something unseen stirs in the distance, just beyond the reach of human perception. Painterly, Arkham Horror style, atmospheric and subtly nightmarish, blending natural beauty with creeping, organic horror
Prompt: In the dark woods, a slender tree stannds. Its bark-like flesh drips with black ichor, and twisted roots pulse beneath it, feeding on the land. Misshapen tentacle limbs, dark lidless eyes and fanged maws emerge from its body, leaking a thick, foul mist. The trees around it warp and bleed, while strange fungi spread in its shadow. The air is thick with an eerie, rhythmic pulse, as if the creature is waiting to awaken. Painterly, Arkham Horror style, eerie and foreboding
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: 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: A tall humanoid figure emerging from a dense, eerie cornfield at night. His grotesque, deformed body is covered in pulsating boils, festering wounds, and root-like growths twisting from his flesh. One hand is a twisted claw, the other a malformed goat’s hoof. Swarms of insects—beetles, ants, flies—crawl over his rotting skin and spill from his open wounds. Black, tar-like ichor drips from his body. The air around him is filled with a dark storm of flying insects, obscuring the moon. The corn stalks behind him rustle unnaturally, as countless rats, snakes, and other critters emerge in a wave of writhing creatures. His sunken, inhuman eyes glow faintly with a sickly green light. His mouth opens in an unearthly roar. The setting is an decaying farmstead, with a sinister, otherworldly atmosphere. The color palette is dark and muted, with eerie greens and sickly yellows illuminating the unnatural horror. Painterly, Arkham Horror style, atmospheric and nightmarish
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: When portrayed by humans and desert folk, the god Anu-Akma is a tall, muscular, jackal-headed man whose flesh looks like the starry night sky. His eyes are golden, and he wears the garb of the Southlands’ royalty.
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: Create an underwater scene set in a vibrant and colorful coral reef. At the center, depict a monstrous yellow moray eel, its mouth wide open, displaying sharp teeth as it launches an attack. The eel's body is long and sinuous, coiling menacingly among the corals. In the foreground, show an swimming Asian pearl diver dressed in a simple loincloth, his expression a mix of determination and fear as he faces the attacking eel. Surrounding them, the coral reef teems with life, featuring various corals, swaying sea anemones, and schools of colorful fish, all illuminated by the dappled sunlight filtering through the turquoise water.
Prompt: Tucked away in a narrow, winding side street of a bustling medieval tropical Asian city, the smithy stands as a hidden gem. Its entrance is marked by an intricately carved wooden sign depicting a dragon intertwined with a phoenix. The building, a blend of stone and wood with a sturdy thatched roof, is designed to withstand heavy monsoon rains. Brightly colored silk banners flutter in the warm breeze, hinting at the wonders within. The large, ornately carved wooden doors depict legendary battles, inviting passersby into a world of myth and craftsmanship. The shaded path, lined with banyan and palm trees, adds to its mysterious allure.
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.
