Prompt: The water-elemental dragon emerged from the depths of the ocean, a colossal serpentine form wreathed in swirling mists and shimmering waves. With eyes that glowed like sapphires beneath the surface, it commanded the very essence of water, bending rivers to its will and conjuring tempests at a mere whim. an resplendid asian medieval sailing ship is attacked by the dragon. the ship is small in contrast to the dragon
Illusionary Trickster: The Brown-skinned Sabre Maiden
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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 tropical 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: In the painting, imagine a female Pelagial warrior, embodying strength and grace 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: 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 the tail of a sleek 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 spear 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: The Cold Prince is a tall, lithe elf with pale blue, hoar-crusted skin, angular features, and wan eyes lined with shimmering red light. He dresses in kingly robes of snow-white fur, with a ruff of blue feathers.
Prompt: The oil painting of Marena is a haunting masterpiece, capturing her as a figure of both unsettling beauty and dark power. She stands at the center, her form elegantly poised against a swirling backdrop of deep blacks, purples, and blues. The shadows in the background seem almost alive, adding to the painting's eerie atmosphere.
Marena's skin is pale and luminous, contrasting sharply with the darkness around her. Her eyes, deep and inky black, draw the viewer in with an unsettling depth, while her blood-red lips are curved in a faint, knowing smile. Her glossy black hair cascades down her back, blending into the shadows, enhancing her otherworldly presence.
Her crimson gown is the painting's focal point, its rich red hue striking against the dark background. The fabric is intricately detailed, with darker red and black embroidery creating patterns that seem to shift and move. The gown flows around her, its hem trailing into the shadows, as if she is emerging from or dissolving into the darkness.
A faint, cold light illuminates Marena, giving her an ethereal glow that enhances the painting's spectral quality. In the background, barely visible shapes—twisted trees, crumbling ruins—add to the sense of unease. The overall effect is one of haunting beauty, with Marena portrayed as a stunning yet menacing presence, leaving the viewer with a lingering sense of dread.
Prompt: In her dragon form, the elemental fire dragon is a majestic and fearsome creature. Her scales are an iridescent mixture of red, orange, and gold, shimmering as if they were forged in the heart of a volcano. Each scale reflects light like molten metal, glowing with an inner heat. Flames lick along the edges of her body, particularly around her chest, neck, and tail, giving the impression that she is perpetually alight with fire.
Her massive wings, shaped like the wings of a bat, are translucent, glowing with streaks of fiery light. When spread, they create the illusion of a fiery sunset or the eruption of a volcano. The membranes between the bones of her wings flicker with flame as she flies, leaving trails of embers in the sky.
Her eyes, even in this form, are twin furnaces, burning with intensity and intelligence. Horns curve elegantly from the top of her head, blackened and charred at the tips as if from constant exposure to heat. Her claws are sharp and obsidian-like, capable of cutting through rock or steel with ease, and her tail, long and whip-like, can strike with the force of a firestorm, leaving burning scars in the earth.
When she exhales, her breath is pure fire—hot enough to melt stone, with ash and sparks swirling in the air around her. Every step she takes leaves scorched marks, and the ground itself smolders in her presence. Her roar is thunderous, crackling with the sound of a wildfire racing through a forest, shaking the heavens with elemental fury.
In this form, she is both a creature of destruction and beauty, embodying the raw, untamable force of fire itself.
Prompt: create a polynesian stocky, curvy blue skinned female half water elemental in a tropical asian fantasy world. she is wearing a crocodile leather armor and a bronze trident
Prompt: The old marble statue of St. Kilian stands solemnly in the heart of an ancient oak forest, its weathered surface softly gleaming under the dappled light filtering through the canopy above. The saint, depicted in his traditional bishop's attire, holds a crozier in one hand, while a sword rests over his shoulder, symbolizing his role as both a spiritual leader and a defender of the faith.
Time has etched its marks on the statue; the once smooth marble is now streaked with moss and lichen, giving it a venerable, almost mystical appearance. Small cracks and chips are visible, evidence of centuries of exposure to the elements. Despite the wear, St. Kilian's face retains an air of serene authority, his eyes gazing slightly upward, as if seeking divine guidance or bestowing a silent blessing upon the forest.
The pedestal, adorned with faint, weathered carvings of Celtic patterns, merges seamlessly with the forest floor, as roots of nearby oaks begin to entwine around its base. The statue seems to exude a quiet guardianship over the sacred grove, a timeless sentinel amidst the whispering trees and rustling leaves.
Prompt: Seasoned broud-shouldered south-east asian man in leather armor and dark yellow clothing, he carryimg a magical spear and a round shield. In the background is a dusty training ground, full body
Prompt: paint a colourful terror bird with folded wings. It trots over a muddy road. An asian man with a white brimmed straw hat is riding on the terror bird with a saddle and bridle. in the background some tropical trees can be seen.
Prompt: A long necked water dragon swims in a tropical sea. Beside him a medieval junk is firing one canon at it. The head of the plesiosaurus is out of the water and it snatches one unlucky sailor form the deck of the ship.
Prompt: paint a bear-sized shaggy creature resembling a blend of raccoon and badger, with glowing, gemstone eyes and burrowing claws. It dwells deep within the earth, burrowing intricate tunnels and caverns beneath the mountains. in the background a crystal cave
Prompt: The fire mage stands like a living embodiment of chaos and control, a figure cloaked in tattered, flame-kissed robes that ripple with every surge of magical energy. His face is hidden behind a strange porcelain mask — smooth, pale, and eerily expressionless, with delicate cracks spiderwebbing from the eyeholes, where an intense, smoldering glow seeps through. The mask gives him an almost ceremonial, inhuman presence, like a relic of forgotten arcane rituals.
His stance is solid, grounded by the weight of the longsword in his hand — an unusual weapon for a mage, yet it seems to hum with enchantment, its blade etched with glowing runes that pulse like embers. Fire coils around his feet and dances up his limbs, but it doesn't consume him — it obeys him. His aura is thick with heat and power, bending the air around him, casting flickering shadows across the scorched earth.
Everything about him speaks of controlled fury, of someone who has walked through the flames of destruction and learned to command them. He's not just a wielder of fire — he *is* fire, bound in flesh and porcelain.
Prompt: create a finely crafted mosaic of a fantasy semidivine hero, a regale but sinister female pale rogue wrapped in whirling dark shadows in the style of medieval mosaics, epic, full view
Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber of her temple, the godess Ze Yan sits beside the flickering 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: A female Tatar demon would likely embody the same eerie elegance and unsettling beauty as her male counterparts. Draped in luxurious silk and cloth of gold, she moves with a grace that belies her sinister nature. Her features are sharp and alluring, with porcelain skin and long, flowing hair that cascades down her back like liquid obsidian.
Despite her outward beauty, her eyes are the most striking aspect of her appearance—or rather, the lack thereof. Instead of eyes, her face is adorned with open caverns, from which ruby bright blood drips in a continuous stream, staining her painted visage.
Her voice is a dry whisper, yet it carries a hypnotic allure that draws others in, like moths to a flame. She speaks with a subtle cunning, each word dripping with hidden meaning and manipulation.
In her presence, one can feel the weight of her gaze, despite the absence of eyes. It's as if she can see straight through to the core of one's being, unraveling secrets and desires with a single glance.
Prompt: a strict looking older black man with a blueish tint to his skin and a salt and pepper beard. he wears a light samurai amor and holds a silver trident. his clothing is kept in green and violet. background: the board of a galley
Prompt: The Demoness Weaver of Voices is beautiful in form, with luscious curves beneath crimson-veined clothing that murmurs in a thousand quiet voices rather than rustling as cloth does. Her fingers are delicately shaped into rending points and dusted with aconite. a face seems to hide, demure and tempting behind the veil she wears.
Prompt: The Emberkin, humanoid radiant beings of fiery splendor, embody the essence of renewal and rebirth. Graceful and majestic, they move with an otherworldly elegance, their every motion leaving behind a trail of shimmering embers that dance in the air like miniature stars.
Their form is ethereal, with bodies adorned in feathers that gleam with the hues of sunset: brilliant reds, oranges, and golds that seem to flicker and shift like flames in a gentle breeze. Each feather is imbued with the warmth of the sun, radiating a comforting heat that surrounds the Emberkin like a protective aura.
Their eyes, pools of molten gold, hold a wisdom that spans ages, reflecting the eternal cycle of life and death. Though they possess a serene demeanor, there's an undeniable strength and resilience in their gaze, a testament to the trials they have endured and overcome.
As embodiments of renewal, Emberkin possess the ability to rise from their own ashes, symbolizing the eternal cycle of death and rebirth. When faced with adversity or danger, they willingly embrace the flames, allowing themselves to be consumed so that they may emerge anew, their essence purified by the purifying power of fire.
In times of need, Emberkin are often called upon to serve as guardians and protectors, their radiant presence bringing comfort and hope to those in despair. They are beings of guidance and wisdom, offering counsel to the lost and weary, and their songs, like the crackling of a warm hearth, inspire courage and resilience in the hearts of all who hear them.
in the background a medieval asian throneroom
Prompt: In the dim light of dusk, on the sandy shores of a remote tropical island, stands a figure that seems to blend with the shadows. This Polynesian male elf exudes an aura of ancient dread, his bronze skin glistening with an otherworldly sheen. His body is adorned with intricate black and white tribal tattoos that seem to writhe and shift with each movement.
Clad in a loincloth fashioned from the tattered remnants of ancient shrouds, the fabric clinging to his form as if unwilling to touch his skin. Around his neck hangs a necklace of bones and shells, clinking softly with each step he takes.
The most unsettling feature of this being is the mask that conceals his face—a grotesque visage carved from the gnarled wood of ancient trees, its expression frozen in a rictus of eternal torment. Deep, empty eye sockets stare out into the world with a malevolent intensity, sending shivers down the spines of those who dare to meet its gaze.
In his hand, he wields a silvery spear, its surface etched with strange, arcane symbols that seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy. With each step, he leaves behind footprints that seem to fade and blur, as if the very ground rejects his presence.
Behind him, the gentle lapping of waves against the shore provides a haunting backdrop to his eerie silhouette—a reminder that even paradise holds secrets best left undisturbed.
Prompt: a 18th century broad shouldered mercenary wearing a brigantine and a simple wooden branch as weapon. he is unwashed, his clothes are partially torn and he has some superficial injuries. in the background a dark and creepy swamp can be seen. his expression is worried but determined
Prompt: The freshly fallen 18th century mercenary, his red coat stark against the verdant backdrop of the fort of living wood, is animated by the spectral essence of a Celtic warrior. Bloodstains and mud mark his uniform, while his eyes blaze with an unnatural blue light. Celtic tattoos, glowing with ethereal light, coil around his arms and chest, casting eerie shadows on the living wood.
In one hand, he clutches a musket, its barrel shadowed by his ghostly aura. In the other, a spectral spear materializes, its shaft of shimmering blue light flickering like a flame. The revenant's face is a mask of determination and spectral fury, his tricorn hat slightly askew.
Around him, the air crackles with energy, leaves and branches rustling as if disturbed by an invisible wind. The living wood of the fort bends slightly toward him, acknowledging the ancient power animating his form.
Prompt: On a small cyber nightclub stage, bathed in neon lights and the pulsing bass of heavy music, a ripped cyberpunk rocker commands the crowd. His electric blue mohawk crackles faintly with energy, standing tall above his sharp, slightly Asian features. Lime-green augmented eyes glow with intensity, and faint circuitry-like scars run across his temple, adding to his rebellious aura.
He wears an open jet-black neo-military jacket adorned with glowing fiber-optic threads, metallic studs, and graffiti slogans like "REWIRE THE FUTURE." Beneath it, his chiseled chest and abs are visible through a torn black mesh tank top, decorated with shifting, glowing cyber tattoos. Tactical combat pants hug his muscular legs, and chains hang from his belt, clinking softly. Steel-toed chrome-plated boots stomp against the glowing stage floor, leaving faint neon imprints.
Strapped to his back is his hybrid guitar-shotgun, a masterpiece of rebellion. The guitar’s metallic body is painted with neon graffiti and etched with koi fish swimming through digital waves. The shotgun barrel runs along the neck, seamlessly blending destruction with artistry.
As holographic projections flicker behind him, the crowd surges, cheering wildly. With a defiant stance, he grips his guitar, his glowing eyes piercing the haze of smoke and light. On this stage, he’s not just a musician—he’s the embodiment of raw power, rebellion, and neon-soaked chaos.
Prompt: Imagine a fog-shrouded swamp, thick with mist and eerie silence. Emerging from the dense fog is an undead Celtic warrior, draped in ancient armor that is rusted and broken, yet still imposing. His emanciated frame is wrapped in tattered garments, adorned with remnants of Celtic patterns. His hollow eyes glow with an unnatural light, and his once-proud sword isnow corroded but still held with a warrior’s grip. The swamp is dotted with twisted trees, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal hands, and the ground is uneven, with patches of dark, murky water reflecting the faint moonlight. The atmosphere is tense, filled with an unsettling stillness that speaks of ancient curses and battles
Prompt: a rocky fantasy humanoid creature made form roughly cut black jewels. its face is roughly hewn and not attractive but human-like and female. its wearing an artful, glittering robe from spun gemstones and carries a massive but intricate club of stone. Background: entrance to a imposing underground tunnel
Prompt: A dramatic fantasy scene depicting a powerful confrontation between a majestic, ancient warrior and an imposing dragon. The warrior, a muscular male figure, has a prominent white beard and long, flowing white hair that billows dramatically in the wind. He wears ornate armor embellished with intricate designs and a deep red cape that adds to his regal presence. His posture is dynamic, one arm extended forward, channeling a crackling bolt of blue lightning from his hand.
In contrast, the dragon looms large and fierce, its scales shimmering in hues of gold and bronze. Its wings are vast and majestic, bathed in a fiery glow, while its eyes burn bright red, exuding menace. The dragon exhales a torrent of flames, illuminating the scene with an orange hue. The background is a tumultuous sky filled with dark, swirling clouds, pierced by bolts of lightning, enhancing the atmosphere of tension and conflict. The overall composition is filled with motion and energy, reflecting the epic struggle between these two legendary beings.
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.
