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.
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.
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.
