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.
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: Two sleek, futuristic plasma pistols resting on a metal table. The pistols are designed with a shiny, metallic finish that reflects light, making them look both modern and high-tech. The design is infused with Hindu aesthetics, featuring intricate engravings and patterns inspired by Hindu art. Curved lines and ornate motifs, such as lotus flowers, tridents, and mandalas, are integrated into the body of the pistols. The handles are adorned with gold and sapphire accents, and the barrels emit a faint, glowing blue light, hinting at the plasma energy within. The overall look combines the elegance of traditional Hindu design with the cutting-edge feel of sci-fi weaponry.
Prompt: The scene is set in a fog-shrouded swamp, where an undead Celtic warrior emerges from the thick mist. His figure is clad in a rusty chain shirt, the metal links corroded and worn from centuries of decay. His skin resembles that of a bog body—dark, leathery, and eerily well-preserved, stretched taut over his muscular frame. He grips an ancient, corroded axe in one hand, the weapon still sharp and formidable despite the ravages of time. The hollow glow of his eyes pierces through the fog, casting an eerie light on the twisted, gnarled trees that surround him. The ground is uneven, with dark, murky water reflecting the faint, ghostly light of the moon. The atmosphere is thick with the weight of ancient curses and forgotten battles, making the warrior a haunting embodiment of a long-lost era.
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: Imagine an oil painting depicting the "Goat of the Woods" in her satyr-like form. The setting is a dark, ancient forest, with towering, twisted trees that seem almost alive, their gnarled branches framing the scene.
In the center stands the goddess, a towering hermaphroditic figure with large, curving horns that spiral majestically from her head. Her skin is a deep, rich black, absorbing the light around her, giving her an almost ethereal presence. She is clothed in a wispy tunic that appears to be woven from the very fabric of the cosmos, with tiny stars twinkling faintly within it, casting a soft, otherworldly glow.
Her face is a mix of male and female features, with sharp, angular cheekbones, full lips, and intense eyes that seem to pierce through the canvas. Her expression is serene yet unsettling, conveying both wisdom and madness. Her body is muscular yet graceful, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, blending strength and elegance in equal measure.
The background is filled with shadows and hints of movement, as if unseen creatures lurk just beyond the viewer's sight. The forest floor is covered in thick, dark moss and strange, luminescent fungi that emit an eerie light, casting long, flickering shadows. The air is thick with mist, adding to the sense of mystery and foreboding.
The overall color palette of the painting is dominated by deep blacks, purples, and blues, with the occasional burst of starlight or the greenish glow of the fungi providing contrast. The brushstrokes are both smooth and chaotic, reflecting the duality of the goddess herself—both beautiful and terrifying, calm and wild.
This oil painting captures the essence of the "Goat of the Woods" as a being that is both awe-inspiring and fearsome, a manifestation of ancient power and madness.
Prompt: The oil painting of Virelda captures her in a moment of poised power, standing tall at the center of the composition. Her wild, white hair dominates the scene, flowing and twisting around her head like a living entity, contrasting against a dark, stormy sky. Each strand is meticulously detailed, giving the hair an ethereal, ghostly quality.
Her eyes, glowing faintly, draw the viewer in with an intense, challenging gaze. Her face is framed by the edges of dark, intricate tattoos that snake down her neck, hinting at her mystical past. Virelda’s attire is depicted in deep greys and reds, the fabric textured and battle-worn, with red accents resembling bloodstains against the somber tones.
In one hand, she grips her magical staff, its dark wood gleaming with crimson veins. The crystal atop the staff catches the light, glowing with an inner fire, ready to unleash its power. Around her, a few ravens are caught mid-flight, their black feathers blending with the shadows, their eyes mirroring Virelda’s glow.
The background is a stormy, turbulent sky, with dark clouds and distant, mist-shrouded landscapes. The overall scene exudes a sense of dark magic and fierce strength, portraying Virelda as a powerful, enigmatic figure, poised for action.
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: The oil painting of Bastet exudes an enchanting blend of grace and grandeur, capturing the goddess’s essence with remarkable vibrancy. At the center of the composition, Bastet stands in a poised yet commanding stance, her feline head adorned with intricate jewelry that glows with a soft, ethereal light. Above her head, a radiant solar disk bathes her in a warm, golden aura, accentuating her divine connection to the sun.
Her form is elegantly slender, draped in a semi-transparent gown of shimmering silk that flows around her like liquid gold. The gown catches the sunlight, creating a dazzling play of light and shadow. Bastet’s cat head is detailed with expressive eyes that seem to follow the viewer, her sleek fur reflecting subtle hints of gold as it catches the light. Elaborate golden jewelry adorns her neck and ears, including a striking necklace with a pendant shaped like an entwined lion and cobra, symbolizing her multifaceted nature.
In one hand, she holds a scepter topped with an ankh, a symbol of life and immortality, while her other hand rests gently on a small, exquisitely decorated altar adorned with incense and flowers. The background reveals a lush, verdant landscape interspersed with ancient Egyptian architecture, suggesting the vibrant city of Per-Bastet. Tall palm trees sway in the breeze, their shadows dancing on the stone pathways.
Prompt: In the oil painting, the sun god Aten stands tall and majestic. His bronzed skin glistens with a warm, metallic sheen, and his intricately braided beard signifies wisdom. Piercing black eyes draw the viewer in with their intense, lifelike quality.
Aten's powerful chest and muscular arms are highlighted by the play of light and shadow. One arm is raised in command, while the other holds a glowing scepter. His regal attire includes a shimmering golden shendyt, adorned with intricate patterns and symbols, and a wide, gem-encrusted belt. Ornate gold sandals and decorated bracelets and anklets complete his divine outfit.
He is crowned with radiant rays, symbolizing his role as the sun god. The background features a glowing sky in shades of gold, orange, and crimson, with rays of light emanating from Aten, illuminating the lush, fertile earth below. This depiction captures Aten's divine essence and life-sustaining power.
Prompt: In the oil painting of Anu-Akma, the god is depicted with stunning grandeur and intricate detail. The background is a vast expanse of golden desert sands, stretching out to meet the horizon under a deep twilight sky, sprinkled with stars that echo the starry pattern on his skin.
Anu-Akma stands at the center, towering and majestic, his muscular form exuding strength and authority. His jackal head is finely detailed, with a solemn, wise expression and golden eyes that seem to glow with an inner light. His skin, a deep, midnight blue, is speckled with star-like flecks, creating the illusion that he is made of the night sky itself.
He is dressed in the regal attire of Southlands royalty. Rich, flowing robes of deep purples and golds drape elegantly over his powerful frame, adorned with intricate patterns and precious gemstones that catch the light. His chest is decorated with a broad, bejeweled collar, and around his waist, a golden belt holds a ceremonial dagger.
In one hand, Anu-Akma holds a tall staff, topped with an ankh symbol that glows faintly, signifying life and divine protection. The other hand is extended outward, palm up, as if warding off unseen evils or bestowing blessings.
Surrounding him, the tombs of royalty rise from the sands, ancient and dignified. Their surfaces are etched with hieroglyphs and adorned with small offerings. Shadows cast by the setting sun play across the scene, adding depth and a sense of timelessness.
In the far distance, indistinct shapes hint at the presence of the undead, held at bay by Anu-Akma's power. The painting captures the god's eternal vigilance and the serene yet powerful energy he embodies, making it a striking and evocative piece.
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: the godess Selket is a beautiful egyptian brown-skinned woman wearing a scorpion crown and carrying a spear. she has a scorpion’s tail as well as a staff of power. the painting should be in the style of egytptian god despicitons
Prompt: a middleaged man of good standing, wearing a slender sword and a few small potions at his belt. he seems to be inquisitve and intelligent but a bit pot-bellied. 18th century. in the background a simple village street can be seen
Prompt: Isphahan: A city surrounded by huge and fragrant
orchards of apricots, dates, and cherries, Isphahan in the
spring is a cool oasis on the trade routes. Its stout walls
are held together with enchanted stone, and its blue and
purple towers offer a tremendous view over the plains and
the river. Great temples at the city’s center surround the
Ruby Palace of his majesty, King Dalil.
Prompt: Isphahan: A city surrounded by huge and fragrant
orchards of apricots, dates, and cherries, Isphahan in the
spring is a cool oasis on the trade routes. Its stout walls
are held together with enchanted stone, and its blue and
purple towers offer a tremendous view over the plains and
the river. Great temples at the city’s center surround the
Ruby Palace of his majesty, King Dalil.
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.
