Prompt: a beautiful society lady in green dress and with green jewelery with a scarabeus motive, she looks knowingly at the viewer, in the background a old timey casino. 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: The portal is an intricate, steampunk-style structure with a chaotic, rough design. It’s held together by interwoven brass and copper gears, pipes, and metal beams that create a makeshift, almost unstable appearance. Around the portal, clusters of flowing crystals emit a soft, ethereal glow, suggesting a supernatural energy source. In the center, a faint, celestial light radiates, hinting at the portal's connection to another realm. The scene has a dark, mystical atmosphere, with shadows enhancing the aged and rugged steampunk aesthetic, blending old technology and magic in an otherworldly way. it is covering the wall of a simple cellar
Prompt: a heavenly vision of a holy queen in a throne of gold. she is around 50 years old and has a regal but benevolent aura. Her face shines with an inner light and is hard to see
Prompt: Picture a dimly lit cave, the kind where shadows cling to the walls and every sound echoes ominously through the cool, stale air. The distant drip of water is slow and irregular, like the heartbeat of the cave itself. In this murky darkness, a group of German folklore gnomes, known as "Heinzelmännchen" or "Erdmännlein," move about. But these gnomes are different; their presence feels unsettling, as if the cave itself is alive and watching.
They are small, no taller than a child’s knee, with gnarled, twisted features. Their eyes, glinting in the flickering light of their tiny lanterns, seem too large for their faces, and they reflect the light like a cat’s in the dark. Their beards are scraggly, tangled with bits of bone and dried leaves, and their pointed caps are tattered, looking as though they’ve seen centuries pass by in the depths of the earth.
The cave is not just their home but their lair, a place where sharp rock formations and jagged crystals jut out like teeth. Luminescent fungi cast an eerie green glow, bathing the gnomes in an unnatural light that makes their skin appear almost translucent, veined with shadows. Some gnomes work quietly, chipping at stones or carving patterns into bone, their expressions intense and focused. Others stand just at the edge of the light, watching, their eyes unblinking.
The walls are adorned with strange carvings, symbols that twist and spiral in ways that seem wrong to the eye. Piles of trinkets—rusty nails, cracked doll faces, and fragments of long-lost tools—are strewn about, trophies from those who wandered too close. Occasionally, a faint, raspy whisper drifts through the cave, carried by unseen currents.
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: 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: 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: steampunk fantasy bronze artificial person with ornate skin, wearing a simple tunic and trousers as well a sword, in the background a mundane jungle
Prompt: Sure! Here’s a detailed prompt describing the fire demon for AI generation:
**Prompt**:
"A towering fire demon, standing 15 feet tall, with a molten rock body cracked with glowing lava. Its form radiates intense heat, causing the air to shimmer, and its fiery eyes blaze with malevolent intelligence. Massive jagged horns curve backward from its skull, while sharp, flame-coated spikes protrude from its shoulders, arms, and back. Its wings are made of swirling smoke and embers, constantly flickering with fiery bursts. A long, whip-like tail made of flames ends in a glowing spike. The demon’s hands have massive molten claws that drip lava, and the ground beneath it burns and smolders in its wake. The atmosphere around it is thick with smoke and ash, as the demon embodies destruction and fury, scorching everything it touches."
Prompt: This warrior is a rugged, red-skinned fighter with a muscular build and long, fiery hair that flickers like flames, reflecting her fire elemental heritage. Her skin glows faintly as if embers lie just beneath the surface, and her intense, lava-like eyes burn with a molten glow. She’s not conventionally pretty—her face is sharp, lined with scars from countless battles, and exudes the hardened look of a seasoned mercenary.
Her worn, battle-scarred Asian-style armor and heavy, glowing axe speak of practical strength and brutal efficiency, not ornamentation. The heat of her elemental nature radiates faintly from her body and weapon, reinforcing her fierce presence. Her expression is cold and determined, with no hint of nobility—just a relentless, no-nonsense gaze that marks her as a warrior for hire, one who fights for survival and pay.
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: In the heart of a vast, pitch-black underground cave, a Celtic warrior is chained to the rough stone walls. His wrists are bound by ancient, rusted chains that stretch taut against the stone, locking him in place. The chains, shimmering with dark magic, have held him captive for thousands of years.
The warrior's powerful body is adorned with intricate blue Celtic tattoos that glow faintly in the darkness, their patterns swirling across his muscular arms, chest, and back. His long, matted hair and beard are streaked with silver, signs of the ages that have passed, yet his body remains strong and unnaturally alive, preserved by the curse that binds him.
His eyes burn with an intense, fiery light, betraying the presence of a demoness who possesses him. Her dark, shadowy form wraps around him like a cloak, her malevolent aura seeping into the very stone of the cave. The only sound in the still air is the soft, constant dripping of water from the stalactites above, echoing in the silence.
Despite his torment, the warrior's face is set in a mask of defiance, his muscles straining against the chains. The glowing blue tattoos on his body pulse with a life of their own, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the cave, where he remains eternally bound, both in body and soul.
Prompt: In the twilight of a desolate forest, the Warlock, leader of the Black Wings, stands as a rugged and grim figure. Tall and imposing, his weathered, scarred skin and icy blue eyes reflect a life of relentless hardship. His face, gaunt and hollow-cheeked, is framed by a ragged, silver-streaked beard and long, tangled black hair.
He wears a battle-worn black coat, frayed and patched, with faded thorny vine embroidery. Beneath it, a threadbare shirt and worn trousers speak to his forsaken past. His cloak, lined with dark, ragged feathers, hangs heavily, symbolizing his command over the equally grim Black Wings. A rusted chain holds a locket around his neck—a faded relic of lost loved ones, fueling his dark purpose.
The Warlock's hands, calloused and tattooed with ancient symbols, grip a gnarled staff crowned with a cracked crystal. His rough, gravelly voice carries the weight of a man who has endured and lost too much, leading him down a path of darkness and unyielding will.
Prompt: The demonic host of the arena is Azazel the Infernal Jester, a flamboyant and twisted figure who revels in chaos and suffering. Standing around seven feet tall, Azazel has a lean, wiry frame draped in a tattered but flamboyant outfit that mixes elements of a jester and an executioner. His crimson skin is covered in shifting black tattoos, and his face is a grotesque parody of a jester’s mask, with large, glowing eyes—one yellow, the other green—and a wide, jagged grin full of sharp teeth.
Azazel’s attire is a chaotic blend of clashing colors—bright purples, greens, and golds—accentuated with black leather straps and spikes. He wears an oversized hat with three long, twisted horns, each tipped with a burning ember. In his gloved hands, he carries a scepter topped with a chattering skull that echoes his sadistic laughter.
Prompt: a flesh coloured amorphous creature with rusty medieval weapons sticking form its surface, creeping from a pool a crimson liquid with tentacles grasping for the viewer
Prompt: Imagine a vast, menacing gladiatorial arena set in the heart of a demon-infested realm. The arena is carved from obsidian and brimstone, with jagged, towering spires surrounding it, glowing with eerie crimson light. The ground is scorched, cracked, and riddled with pools of molten lava, emitting thick plumes of smoke and ash. The sky above is a swirling vortex of dark clouds, illuminated by flashes of infernal lightning, casting an ominous red hue over the battlefield.
In the distance, massive demonic statues, resembling ancient gods of chaos, loom over the scene, their eyes watching the fights with a sinister satisfaction. The air is thick with the smell of sulfur and the sound of battle cries, mingled with the deep, guttural growls of the demonic onlookers. This is a place where only the strongest survive, and the very ground seems alive with the bloodlust of countless battles fought over millennia.
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.
