Prompt: Create an alien creature inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's Mi-Go. The creature should have a humanoid, insectoid appearance with a chitinous exoskeleton, segmented body, and long antennae. It should stand about 6 feet tall, with multiple limbs and a terrifying, unnatural presence. Include alien technology or machinery in the background, giving the Mi-Go a sense of advanced science and interdimensional travel. The creature should exude a menacing and otherworldly aura
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: 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: 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: 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: Nagas possess serpentine bodies, typically ranging from 10 to 20 feet in length, adorned with scales that shimmer in hues of jade, emerald, and cobalt. Atop their serpentine forms, Nagas have humanoid upper torsos, including arms with clawed fingers. Their heads are a fusion of human and serpent, featuring elongated faces, slitted nostrils, and eyes that gleam like polished onyx. Many Nagas adorn themselves with elaborate headdresses and ornamental jewelry crafted from precious stones and metals, signifying their status and lineage within their society.
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: 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 strange, otherwordly medieval city of dark stone, red crystal and flames on the coast of a tropical island. the buidlungs are rouned and organic
Prompt: The city rises like a dark mirage from the tropical coast, its silhouette a blend of gothic grandeur and alien architecture. Buildings of dark stone and gleaming red crystal twist and curve in organic shapes, their forms resembling ancient trees or massive sea creatures petrified in motion. Flames flicker from torches and braziers, casting an eerie, otherworldly glow that dances off the polished surfaces.
Massive, rounded towers loom over winding streets, their bases wide and tapering to pointed spires adorned with intricate carvings and latticework of crystal. Bridges of blackened iron and crimson glass span the waterways that snake through the city, their surfaces reflecting the flickering flames and the deep, unnatural red of the crystals.
The city's heart is a colossal fortress, its walls a seamless fusion of stone and crystal that glows with an internal light, as if alive. This fortress dominates the skyline, its many rounded domes and spires crowned with eternal flames. The architecture is both forbidding and mesmerizing, a testament to a civilization both ancient and advanced, steeped in mystery and power.
Surrounding the city, the tropical jungle presses close, a vivid contrast of lush greenery against the somber palette of the city. The air is thick with the scent of salt and exotic blooms, mingling with the acrid smoke from the city's flames. The sea beyond is a deep, unsettling blue, almost black in the shadow of the city, waves crashing against the rocky shore in a rhythm that echoes the heartbeat of this strange, otherworldly place.
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: 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 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.
Prompt: Deep within the ancient, crumbling catacombs beneath a city, a massive and grotesquely beautiful entity rests in a dimly glowing chamber. Iactherru, the Jade-Green Mother, dominates the cavern with her pulsating, semi-amorphous body of translucent flesh. Her form is suffused with glowing jade-green veins, casting an eerie bioluminescent light that flickers like a heartbeat. Tendrils like roots stretch from her central mass, embedding themselves into the temple walls, floors, and ceilings, merging with the decayed stone to create an organic, living architecture.
Clusters of translucent sacs cling to her appendages, pulsing faintly as they gestate scarab-like parasites, their smooth shells glinting with the same emerald light. Pools of viscous, glowing fluid collect around her, giving off an unsettling steam. Her layered, circular maws are partially hidden within folds of her body, emanating a chorus of whispers and haunting hums that seem to bypass the ears and resonate directly in the mind.
The entire chamber feels alive, the walls appearing to breathe faintly, and shadows dance erratically in the pulsating light. The air is thick with an electric charge, overwhelming the senses with alien sounds, vivid colors, and an intangible presence. Despite her immense and awe-inspiring form, parts of her body seem incomplete, as if fractured or fading into another dimension, a reminder of her dormant and unfinished state. Her essence radiates an oppressive combination of beauty, divinity, and incomprehensible horror.
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 Mindweaver, an eerie, arachnoid psychic entity, manifests in an old, decaying storage hall. Its form is partially translucent, like a ghostly spider, with long, segmented limbs that stretch out in delicate, web-like threads, creating an unsettling, floating grace. The Mindweaver’s body is conical, with sharp, angular joints, reminiscent of an insect’s thorax, and its limbs are long and spindly, tapering into thin, tapering claws. Each leg is segmented like that of a spider, covered in faint, pulsating veins of psychic energy. Faint, ethereal webs trail behind it as it moves, shimmering with a soft, glowing light that seems to fade in and out of view, giving it the appearance of an invisible force, constantly shifting.
The creature’s face is a void—just an impression of features beneath a swirling mist of psychic energy. Its body is almost entirely transparent, save for the thin, webbed tendrils that radiate from its core, connecting it to the very structure of the room. These tendrils stretch across the storage hall, attaching themselves to rusted shelves, long-abandoned crates, and cobweb-covered walls. The webs pulse with a faint light, as though each thread contains a sliver of the Mindweaver's consciousness. They seem to shimmer and twitch, almost like the creature is weaving the very air around it into a tangled, psychic net.
The storage hall is dimly lit by a single, flickering overhead bulb, casting long, shifting shadows across the cluttered, dusty floor. Old, forgotten boxes and discarded tools are scattered about, their outlines obscured by the ethereal, ever-shifting webs.
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: 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: **AI Art Prompt for Vh'igri, The Crimson Light of Decay:**
A celestial yet grotesque god, embodying corrupted light and decay. His form radiates an ominous, blood-red glow that shimmers like the surface of crimson chitin, illuminating his surroundings in eerie, fractured patterns. The central figure has a skeletal humanoid visage with elongated, insect-like limbs and a pulsating, spiraling core of fractured light twisting inward endlessly—a metaphysical wound in reality. His face is obscured by a mask of blinding red luminescence, exuding power and agony. His presence evokes both celestial majesty and visceral horror, with decaying objects and withered plants spreading outward from where his light touches. The scene is set in a ruined, desolate temple where shadows bleed into the light, symbolizing decay and lost divinity. The air shimmers with an unnatural, chitinous hum, creating a haunting, surreal atmosphere.
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: 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 towering, rough-hewn female mob enforcer stands in the dimly lit, smoky haze of a 1920s speakeasy, radiating raw power and menace. Her face is broad and scarred, with a crooked nose that’s clearly been broken more than once, and her piercing glare is framed by dark, smudged kohl eyeliner. Her cropped, slicked-back hair and square jawline lend her a severe, almost brutal appearance, far from conventional beauty. She wears a sleeveless pinstriped vest over a white shirt, paired with high-waisted trousers and scuffed leather boots that clunk heavily with each step. Her muscular arms, decorated with faded tattoos, bulge as she crosses them, a pair of brass knuckles hanging from her belt. Nearby, a sawed-off shotgun rests within arm’s reach, its presence a silent warning. The ambient jazz and chatter fade in her presence as nervous patrons steal glances at the hulking enforcer who looks like she could knock a man out with a single punch, and wouldn’t hesitate to do so."
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 Black jazz singer in her late twenties steps into the spotlight, her slightly chubby figure filling the midnight-blue velvet dress with effortless elegance. The sequins catch the stage lights as she sways, accentuating her natural curves. Her caramel-brown skin glows warmly, and her sleek finger waves, adorned with a jeweled hairpin, shimmer as she tilts her head.
Cradling the vintage microphone, her full, crimson-painted lips part to release a rich, soulful voice that fills the smoky room. Her sleeveless dress reveals arms that are strong yet softly full, adding to her presence.
The pearls at her neck bounce lightly as she moves with the rhythm, embodying a beauty that defies the era's slender ideals. Behind her, the band plays a lively tune, but the room is captivated by her unapologetic voice and her magnetic, confident presence.
Prompt: steampunk fantasy bronze artificial person with ornate skin, wearing a simple tunic and trousers as well a sword, in the background a mundane jungle
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.
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