Prompt: Imagine an oil painting capturing the sinister majesty of Kimbery's Dawn, the infernal flagship. The scene is set against a tempestuous backdrop of the Sea That Marched Against the Flame, with dark, swirling clouds and lightning illuminating the night sky. The waves crash violently, their frothy peaks reaching towards the heavens, while the sea itself churns dark and forbidding.
Kimbery's Dawn dominates the center of the composition. The hull, once the bloated body of a giant kraken, is grotesque and otherworldly, with sinewy textures and a slick, oily sheen reflecting the lightning. Rising from the hull are dragon-ribbed sails, once tentacles now hardened and braided, etched with glowing runes that cast an eerie green light.
At the prow, the krakens beak has transformed into a formidable, elongated horn, poised to ram any adversary. The deck teems with shadowy figures, the Lintha pirates, clad in dark, tattered garments, adding to the atmosphere of dread.
On the upper deck stands the green-skinned Dukantha, the Infernal Exalted, central and commanding, with glowing eyes piercing through the stormy night. The background is a tempestuous seascape, with bold strokes depicting the waves and storm, enhancing the sense of movement and chaos surrounding the ship.
Overall, the painting conveys dark grandeur and malevolent power, with Kimbery’s Dawn at its heart, a nightmarish vessel brought to life with rich, moody colors and intricate, evocative details.
Prompt: Captain Eelrod is a ghastly figure, blending the eerie qualities of a deep-sea creature with the menacing demeanor of a seasoned pirate. Standing at around 6 feet tall, his sinuous body is covered in slick, dark scales that glisten with a faint, bioluminescent glow. His elongated face is framed by sharp, needle-like teeth that protrude from a perpetual sneer. His eyes are large and reflective, resembling deep pools of the darkest ocean, capable of piercing through the densest fog.
A tattered tricorn hat, adorned with barnacles and seaweed, rests atop his head, casting a shadow over his eerie gaze. His long, sinuous arms end in webbed hands with razor-sharp claws, perfect for both gripping a cutlass and tearing through flesh. His body is draped in a ragged coat that was once elegant, now faded and encrusted with salt from countless voyages.
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: As dawn breaks over a tranquil Southeast Asian coastline, the camera sweeps over the calm, azure waters, capturing the first light of day shimmering on the gentle waves. A solitary fisherman, clad in simple, weathered attire, stands ankle-deep at the shoreline, his silhouette framed against the rising sun.
Beside him, sleek otters dart into the water, their movements fluid and synchronized. The camera follows their swift, agile bodies as they herd schools of fish towards the fisherman’s net. The water comes alive with silvery flashes of fish, framed by the otters' graceful choreography.
With a practiced motion, the fisherman casts his net, the woven mesh glinting in the soft morning light. As he pulls it up, the camera zooms in on the glistening, wriggling fish caught within.
Prompt: The camera sweeps over a jagged cliffside, lush with tropical foliage, and drenched in rain from a dark, brooding sky. Waves crash violently against the rocks below, sending plumes of white spray high into the air. Nestled along the cliff, Mistral Haven emerges—a maze of wooden stilted houses, their thatched roofs dripping with rain. Rope bridges sway precariously between buildings, and lanterns flicker in the gusty wind.
At the town's heart, the Grand Pagoda stands tall, its golden spire piercing the storm clouds, prayer flags whipping in the gale. The bustling marketplace clings to the cliff's edge, traders shouting amidst the thunder, exotic goods shimmering under makeshift canopies. Amidst the chaos, Stormcallers chant, their eyes glowing as they channel the storm's energy, their mystic rituals blending seamlessly with the raw power of nature.
Prompt: Amidst a battalion of normal-sized soldiers clad in hybrid Roman-Chinese armor, a sleek 5-yard-high magotech armor stands as a formidable sentinel, wielding a massive axe. The giant construct, blending Roman galea crests and Chinese dragon motifs, boasts a segmented lorica segmentata interwoven with lamellar reinforcement. Enchanted with a faint glow and a protective aura, it moves with surprising agility, shielding its allies. This fusion of ancient traditions and magical prowess creates an awe-inspiring presence, embodying unity and strength on the battlefield.
Prompt: Amidst a battalion of normal-sized soldiers clad in hybrid Roman-Chinese armor, a sleek 5-yard-high magotech armor stands as a formidable sentinel, wielding a massive axe. The giant construct, blending Roman galea crests and Chinese dragon motifs, boasts a segmented lorica segmentata interwoven with lamellar reinforcement. Enchanted with a faint glow and a protective aura, it moves with surprising agility, shielding its allies. This fusion of ancient traditions and magical prowess creates an awe-inspiring presence, embodying unity and strength on the battlefield.
Prompt: A vapor hawk in flight over a tropical island is a breathtaking sight. Its form, composed of shimmering steam, glides effortlessly above the lush canopy. As it soars, the sunlight filters through its misty feathers, creating a dazzling array of colors that dance across its body. The humid air of the island seems to feed and sustain it, each flap of its wings releasing a gentle spray of cool droplets that shimmer like liquid diamonds.
The vapor hawk's movements are both graceful and predatory, its keen eyes scanning the vibrant landscape below. The interplay of light and water gives it a translucent, almost ghostly appearance, yet its presence is commanding. The bird's unique plumage, a result of sunlight refracting through each droplet, casts iridescent hues of blue, green, and gold, blending seamlessly with the island's natural beauty.
Prompt: The medieval town rises like a dark mirage from the lush 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.
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: These large, lion-shaped creatures have skin of solid gold, molten gold for blood and shining topazes for eyes. They eat carrion, and their corrosive saliva burns through even the toughest dead skins to reach the feast within.
Prompt: the flame griphon looks like lions the size of aurochs, with the heads and forelegs of eagles, claws and talons of glittering gold and eagle-like wings of gold and scarlet flame.
Prompt: The medieval town rises like a dark mirage from the lush 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.
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: 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 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: From the outside, Lathe is an awe-inspiring sight, built into the towering, petrified remains of an ancient primal spirit. The colossal skeleton dominates the landscape, with massive ribs used as buildings and limbs forming natural pathways and structures. Crystalline formations protrude from the bones, adding a mystical glow. Grand entrances are carved into the skull and ribcage, while ancient runes and sigils adorn the stone, telling tales of legendary battles. The city blends seamlessly with the natural terrain, creating a harmonious yet formidable stronghold that exudes an aura of ancient power and mystery.
Prompt: From the outside, Lathe is an awe-inspiring sight, built into the towering, petrified remains of an ancient primal spirit. The colossal skeleton dominates the landscape, with massive ribs arching over city streets and limbs forming natural pathways and structures. Crystalline formations protrude from the bones, adding a mystical glow. Grand entrances are carved into the skull and ribcage, while ancient runes and sigils adorn the stone, telling tales of legendary battles. The city blends seamlessly with the natural terrain, creating a harmonious yet formidable stronghold that exudes an aura of ancient power and mystery.
Prompt: A chariot, pulled by mares of living fog, allows to traverse the sea with regal grace and wild unpredictability. The female Fey admiral Zalak steers the chariot. She wears scale armor woven from silver and starlight, and her ocean-deep eyes reveal both ancient wisdom and capriciousness. In one hand, she wields a large sword of ivory and pearl, capable of summoning abyssal creatures. Her silken hair, adorned with pearls and seashells, whispers of siren songs.
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: 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 garments 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 sword of ivory and pearl, capable of summoning abyssal creatures.
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.
