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.
Prompt: The Fey Lady Prince Zalak cuts a striking figure, adorned in garments woven from moonlit mist and starlight. Her presence seems to shimmer and shift, as if she's not entirely bound to the physical realm. Eyes the color of ocean depths reflect the wisdom of ancient seas, yet hint at an unfathomable depth of mischief and unpredictability. Her hair, cascading like silken waves, carries the whispers of forgotten songs sung by sirens beneath the waves. Adorned with pearls and seashells, each a tribute from creatures of the deep, her appearance is both ethereal and commanding. In one hand, she holds her heavy sword, crafted from the ivory tusks of ancient leviathans and adorned with pearls that shimmer with an otherworldly glow. With a mere flick, the blade can summon forth creatures of the abyss, bending their will to her command. Perched upon her chariot, drawn by mares born of swirling mist, she traverses the realms with an air of regal grace and wild abandon. To encounter her is to dance on the edge of danger and enchantment, never knowing whether she'll bestow a boon or unleash the wrath of the depths upon those who dare to cross her path.
Prompt: The Fey Lady Prince Zalak cuts a striking figure, adorned in garments woven from moonlit mist and starlight. Her presence seems to shimmer and shift, as if she's not entirely bound to the physical realm. Eyes the color of ocean depths reflect the wisdom of ancient seas, yet hint at an unfathomable depth of mischief and unpredictability.
Her hair, cascading like silken waves, carries the whispers of forgotten songs sung by sirens beneath the waves. Adorned with pearls and seashells, each a tribute from creatures of the deep, her appearance is both ethereal and commanding.
In one hand, she holds her sword, crafted from the ivory tusks of ancient leviathans and adorned with pearls that shimmer with an otherworldly glow. With a mere flick, the blade can summon forth creatures of the abyss, bending their will to her command.
Perched upon her chariot, drawn by mares born of swirling mist, she traverses the realms with an air of regal grace and wild abandon. To encounter her is to dance on the edge of danger and enchantment, never knowing whether she'll bestow a boon or unleash the wrath of the depths upon those who dare to cross her path.
Prompt: In the heart of an ethereal water palace, resplendent with shimmering aquamarine hues, lounges a majestic Chinese dragon. This regal creature, adorned with iridescent scales of emerald and gold, reclines gracefully on an ornate jade throne. The dragon's long, sinuous body coils elegantly around the throne, its powerful claws resting gently on the armrests. Delicate tendrils of mist rise from the water that fills the palace, creating an enchanting, dreamlike atmosphere. Intricate carvings of lotus flowers and swirling waves embellish the palace walls, reflecting the serene beauty of the underwater world. The dragon's wise, ancient eyes survey its domain with a mixture of benevolence and authority, embodying the timeless grace and power of this mythical being.
Prompt: In the prow of a sleek galley cruising through tropical waters, stands a young man with a determined gaze. He's clad in antique bronze armor, his classical Greek features accentuated by a plumed helmet. His presence exudes strength and purpose, hinting at a journey filled with valor and exploration.
Prompt: In the shadowy depths of Spear Empress Bhadri's realm, a host of hunter servants prowls the dense jungles, their ebony forms blending seamlessly with the darkness that surrounds them. These formidable beings, known collectively as the Blackstalkers, are a sight to behold as they move with silent grace and deadly purpose through the undergrowth.
Each member of the Blackstalkers bears the unmistakable mark of their mistress, their ebony skin reflecting the darkness of her domain. Muscular and powerful, they possess a primal strength that allows them to navigate the treacherous terrain with ease, their movements fluid and precise as they stalk their prey.
Their features are bestial and savage, with crooked noses, beady eyes, and lean physiques that speak to their primal origins. Clad in primitive hunter's attire fashioned from the hides of the creatures they have slain, they are the very embodiment of the wilds they call home.
Armed with an array of crude weapons, from savage bows to razor-sharp spears, the Blackstalkers are formidable hunters, capable of bringing down even the most fearsome of prey. Their attacks are coordinated and relentless, striking with deadly accuracy to overwhelm their targets with sheer numbers and ferocity.
Prompt: the fey lord spear Empress Bhadri commands attention with her striking and imposing presence. Standing tall and statuesque, she possesses an air of regal authority that demands respect from all who gaze upon her. Her ebony skin, dark as the depths of the night, contrasts sharply with the vibrant hues of her realm, lending her an aura of otherworldly power.Bhadri's features are sharp and angular, her high cheekbones casting shadows across her face that seem to dance in the flickering light. Her eyes, like pools of obsidian, gleam with an intensity that pierces through the darkness, betraying the depths of her cunning and ambition.Long, flowing locks of midnight black cascade down her back in a cascade of curls, framing her face like a veil of shadows. Adorned with intricate ornaments crafted from dark metals and rare jewels, her hair seems to shimmer with an ethereal radiance that belies the darkness within.Beneath her flowing robes of deepest crimson, Bhadri's lithe and graceful form moves with a predatory grace, each step a silent declaration of her power and authority. At her side rests her weapon of choice, a spear forged from the blackest steel and adorned with ancient runes of power, a symbol of her mastery in both combat and conquest.
Prompt: the fey lord spear Empress Bhadri commands attention with her striking and imposing presence. Standing tall and statuesque, she possesses an air of regal authority that demands respect from all who gaze upon her. Her ebony skin, dark as the depths of the night, contrasts sharply with the vibrant hues of her realm, lending her an aura of otherworldly power.
Bhadri's features are sharp and angular, her high cheekbones casting shadows across her face that seem to dance in the flickering light. Her eyes, like pools of obsidian, gleam with an intensity that pierces through the darkness, betraying the depths of her cunning and ambition.
Long, flowing locks of midnight black cascade down her back in a cascade of curls, framing her face like a veil of shadows. Adorned with intricate ornaments crafted from dark metals and rare jewels, her hair seems to shimmer with an ethereal radiance that belies the darkness within.
Beneath her flowing robes of deepest crimson, Bhadri's lithe and graceful form moves with a predatory grace, each step a silent declaration of her power and authority. At her side rests her weapon of choice, a spear forged from the blackest steel and adorned with ancient runes of power, a symbol of her mastery in both combat and conquest.
Prompt: Picture a figure emerging from the depths, clad in tattered, salt-stained clothing, with a gleaming cutlass at its side and a fierce, predatory glint in its eyes. This is no ordinary pirate; this is a humanoid shark, a creature of both land and sea, a fearsome marauder of the oceans.
Standing tall on two muscular, finned legs, the humanoid shark cuts an imposing figure. Its skin is a mottled blend of grey and white, reminiscent of the churning waves it calls home. Rows of razor-sharp teeth line its powerful jaws, and its eyes, dark and penetrating, betray a cunning intelligence.
Adorned with trinkets plundered from countless ships, the shark pirate wears a patchwork of mismatched armor, each piece bearing the scars of battles long fought.
In one hand, the pirate wields a rusty harpoon, a relic from a bygone era, while the other rests casually on the hilt of its cutlass, its grip sure and steady. With every movement, the shark pirate exudes an aura of danger, a silent promise of swift and merciless retribution to any who dare cross its path.
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 female elf exudes an aura of ancient dread, her bronze skin glistening with an otherworldly sheen. Her 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 her form as if unwilling to touch her skin. Around her neck hangs a necklace of bones and shells, clinking softly with each step she takes.
The most unsettling feature of this being is the mask that conceals her 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 her hand, she wields a gnarled staff, its surface etched with strange, arcane symbols that seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy. With each step, she leaves behind footprints that seem to fade and blur, as if the very ground rejects her presence.
Behind her, the gentle lapping of waves against the shore provides a haunting backdrop to her eerie silhouette—a reminder that even paradise holds secrets best left undisturbed.
Prompt: create a polynesian male bronze-skinned male elf wearing a loincloth made out of human skin, black and white tribal tatoos and a creepy wooden mask. he is wearing a silvery spear. in the background the beach of a tropical island can be seen
Prompt: In the ancient art of shadow puppetry, a captivating scene unfolds. Against a backdrop of towering mountains and ancient structures, an imposing older warrior with a flowing beard conjures bolts of lightning with determined hands. Across from him, a menacing dragon emerges, its fiery breath illuminating the darkness. In a breathtaking display of skill and bravery, the man harnesses the power of nature to combat the beast, their silhouettes locked in a fierce struggle as shadows dance across the screen.
Prompt: Beneath the moonlit waves, where the ocean meets the edge of the enchanted forest, lurks a creature of twisted beauty. This fey mermaid beckons unsuspecting travelers with her mesmerizing allure, her slender body adorned with shimmering scales that reflect the eerie light of the moon. Her long, flowing hair cascades like liquid silver down her back, weaving through the currents like strands of seaweed. With each graceful movement, she moves effortlessly through the water, her lithe form undulating with a serpentine grace. But beware, for her beauty is but a facade. As she draws closer, her cold, unfeeling eyes betray her true nature, devoid of warmth or compassion. And when she smiles, her lips part to reveal rows of needle-like teeth, gleaming in the moonlight with a predatory hunger.
Prompt: Beneath the moonlit waves, where the ocean meets the edge of the enchanted forest, lurks a creature of twisted beauty. This fey mermaid beckons unsuspecting travelers with her mesmerizing allure, her slender body adorned with shimmering scales that reflect the eerie light of the moon.
Her long, flowing hair cascades like liquid silver down her back, weaving through the currents like strands of seaweed. With each graceful movement, she moves effortlessly through the water, her lithe form undulating with a serpentine grace.
But beware, for her beauty is but a facade. As she draws closer, her cold, unfeeling eyes betray her true nature, devoid of warmth or compassion. And when she smiles, her lips part to reveal rows of needle-like teeth, gleaming in the moonlight with a predatory hunger.
She lures her victims closer with the promise of unearthly pleasures, only to ensnare them in her deadly embrace. Once trapped within her grasp, there is no escape from her icy clutches.
She is a creature of the depths, a harbinger of doom to those who dare to venture too close to her domain. And as she sings her haunting melody, the souls of her victims become lost forever in the depths of the ocean, swallowed whole by the darkness that lurks beneath the waves.
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: The Maelstrom in the underworld appears as a massive, churning whirlpool of blackened energy, its depths shrouded in an impenetrable veil of shadow. The surface of the vortex writhes and twists with ethereal tendrils of darkness, reaching out like grasping claws to ensnare any who draw near. A cacophony of eerie whispers and sinister whispers emanates from within its depths, hinting at the malevolent entities that dwell within. Around it derelict temples and shrines of different styles bear witness to its mad grandeur.
Prompt: The Maelstrom in the underworld appears as a massive, churning whirlpool of blackened energy, its depths shrouded in an impenetrable veil of shadow. The surface of the vortex writhes and twists with ethereal tendrils of darkness, reaching out like grasping claws to ensnare any who draw near. A cacophony of eerie whispers and sinister whispers emanates from within its depths, hinting at the malevolent entities that dwell within. Around it derelict temples and shrines of different styles bear witness to its mad grandeur.
Eternal Shadow: The Undead Crocodile of the Murky Lake
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: The image you've conjured sounds like something straight out of a dark fantasy tale! Picture this: a murky, still lake, shrouded in shadows and surrounded by gnarled, twisted trees. The surface of the water barely reflects the dim moonlight, and there, lurking beneath, is the undead crocodile. it glides through the water.
Its scales are a sickly gray, covered in patches of decaying flesh. Its eyes, once gleaming with predatory hunger, now glow with an eerie, otherworldly light. With each movement, algae and weeds cling to its rotting form, adding to its sinister appearance.
The undead crocodile moves silently through the depths, its presence sending shivers down the spines of any who dare to venture too close. It is a creature of nightmares, a guardian of the dark waters, forever bound to its cursed existence. Perhaps it was once a fearsome predator in life, but now it exists only as a twisted remnant, haunting the depths of the lake for eternity.
Prompt: In the depths of the underworld, where the shadows reign supreme and the echoes of lost souls linger, lies a forsaken island town known only as Duskfall. The settlement is a mere whisper of its former glory, its once-grand buildings now crumbling ruins consumed by the relentless march of time.
Duskfall is shrouded in perpetual twilight, where the dim light of a dying sun struggles to pierce the thick veil of darkness that blankets the land. The sky above is a desolate expanse, devoid of stars or any semblance of celestial beauty, casting the town in an eternal gloom.
The town's streets are empty and silent, save for the haunting whispers that seem to drift on the cold breeze. Dilapidated buildings loom like silent sentinels, their windows boarded up and their doors sealed tight against the encroaching darkness.
Lake Stygian, a vast expanse of murky waters, surrounds the island, its surface as still as death itself. The waters are said to be cursed, reflecting not the twisted spires of the underworld, but the sorrow and despair that permeate the very essence of Duskfall.
Prompt: a gauntg older black skinned asian man in splendid red and yellow robes decorated with a few rubies. medieval clothing. in the background a magical lab
Prompt: In the ancient art of Asian shadow puppetry, a captivating scene unfolds. Against a backdrop of towering mountains and ancient structures, an imposing older man with a flowing beard conjures bolts of lightning with determined hands. Across from him, a menacing dragon emerges, its fiery breath illuminating the darkness. In a breathtaking display of skill and bravery, the man harnesses the power of nature to combat the beast, their silhouettes locked in a fierce struggle as shadows dance across the screen.
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.
