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
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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.
Prompt: In the dimly lit medieval asian theatre, the atmosphere is thick with anticipation as the audience waits in hushed silence. Suddenly, the stage comes to life, illuminated only by a flickering light behind a large screen. The intricate silhouettes of ancient buildings and towering mountains form the backdrop, setting the stage for the unfolding drama.
As the music begins to swell, the silhouette of an imposing older man with a long, flowing beard emerges, his stature commanding respect and awe. With a determined expression etched on his face, he raises his hands, and bolts of crackling lightning materialize, casting a stark contrast against the darkness.
In the distance, the silhouette of a menacing dragon emerges, its scales glinting ominously in the faint light. With a roar that reverberates through the theater, the dragon lunges forward, its fiery breath illuminating the stage in brief bursts of orange and red.
The bearded man stands his ground, his hands crackling with energy as he summons the forces of nature to his aid. With each powerful gesture, lightning arcs through the air, striking the dragon with fierce intensity. Shadows dance across the screen, capturing the ferocity of the battle as it unfolds.
Prompt: a muscular asian man with yellow slitted snake eyes wearing a shabby robe. his forearms are tatooed with winding snakes and he looks directly a the viewer. in the background a bustling medieval basar with asian and african people can be seen
Prompt: Mizu no Kodama appears as a humanoid figure composed of twisted mangrove roots and adorned with delicate, translucent leaves resembling those found in the mangrove forests. Its form shimmers with hues of blues and greens, reminiscent of the dappled sunlight filtering through the mangrove canopy onto the water's surface. Its eyes are deep pools of water, reflecting the ever-changing emotions of the forest.
Prompt: An ape-like kasha perches atop a weathered rooftop, its thick fur bristling in the night air. Its monstrous, animal-like face contorts into a predatory grin, sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. Pointed ears twitch with anticipation as it surveys the scene below with eerie yellow eyes, calculating its next move.
With a sudden, fluid motion, the kasha crouches low, muscles coiling like springs beneath its fur. Its bushy tail sways with anticipation as it readies itself for the leap. Then, with a primal roar that echoes through the night, it launches itself into the air.
For a brief moment, the kasha seems suspended in time, a dark silhouette against the backdrop of the moonlit sky. Its talons extend, gleaming wickedly in the faint light as it descends with deadly grace.
As it nears the ground, the kasha ignites with a flicker of greyish-blue flames, casting an eerie glow around its monstrous form. The flames lick hungrily at the air, crackling with malevolent energy as they siphon the life force from the surrounding atmosphere.
Prompt: The Emberkin, humanoid radiant beings of fiery splendor, embody the essence of renewal and rebirth. Graceful and majestic, they move with an otherworldly elegance, their every motion leaving behind a trail of shimmering embers that dance in the air like miniature stars.
Their form is ethereal, with bodies adorned in feathers that gleam with the hues of sunset: brilliant reds, oranges, and golds that seem to flicker and shift like flames in a gentle breeze. Each feather is imbued with the warmth of the sun, radiating a comforting heat that surrounds the Emberkin like a protective aura.
Their eyes, pools of molten gold, hold a wisdom that spans ages, reflecting the eternal cycle of life and death. Though they possess a serene demeanor, there's an undeniable strength and resilience in their gaze, a testament to the trials they have endured and overcome.
As embodiments of renewal, Emberkin possess the ability to rise from their own ashes, symbolizing the eternal cycle of death and rebirth. When faced with adversity or danger, they willingly embrace the flames, allowing themselves to be consumed so that they may emerge anew, their essence purified by the purifying power of fire.
In times of need, Emberkin are often called upon to serve as guardians and protectors, their radiant presence bringing comfort and hope to those in despair. They are beings of guidance and wisdom, offering counsel to the lost and weary, and their songs, like the crackling of a warm hearth, inspire courage and resilience in the hearts of all who hear them.
in the background a medieval asian throneroom
Prompt: The Demoness Weaver of Voices is beautiful in form, with luscious curves beneath crimson-veined clothing that murmurs in a thousand quiet voices rather than rustling as cloth does. Her fingers are delicately shaped into rending points and dusted with aconite. a face seems to hide, demure and tempting behind the veil she wears.
Prompt: Inspired by the legends of sea monsters, the Kaiho Lurker is a massive, tentacled creature that dwells in the depths of the tropical coast's waters. Its body resembles a blend of a giant squid and a dragon, adorned with bioluminescent patterns that mesmerize prey before it strikes with lightning speed. Legends speak of sailors being lured into the water by its hypnotic glow, never to return.
Prompt: The Tropical Raiju is a mythical beast resembling a combination of a ferocious tiger and a nimble monkey. Its fur is a vibrant mix of greens and blues, blending seamlessly with the tropical foliage. Lightning crackles within its mane, and its sharp claws can rend through even the toughest of jungle vegetation. Despite its fearsome appearance, the Tropical Raiju is known to be fiercely loyal to those who earn its trust, often forming bonds with coastal tribes who live in harmony with nature.
Prompt: Inspired by Japanese folklore, the Kappa Reefstalker lurks in the shallows of the tropical coast, its sleek, reptilian form blending seamlessly with the coral reefs. With webbed hands and feet, it navigates the underwater terrain effortlessly. Its shell-like back is adorned with vibrant algae, camouflaging it from unsuspecting prey. The Kappa Reefstalker possesses incredible agility and stealth, often ambushing fishermen and unwary travelers who venture too close to the water's edge. Beware its mischievous nature and its penchant for dragging victims beneath the waves.
Prompt: Ryota, a Tengu of striking presence and enigmatic allure, moves through the bustling streets of the Tengu settlement with the confidence of one who knows his place in the world. Tall and lean, with sleek black feathers adorning his avian form, he commands attention with every step, his gaze sharp and calculating.
Dressed in the attire of a master blacksmith, Ryota's garments are a testament to his craft, blending traditional Tengu designs with subtle touches of refinement and elegance. Around his waist, a belt adorned with tools of the trade serves as a reminder of his skill and expertise in the forge.
With sharp angular features and eyes that seem to hold a thousand secrets, Ryota possesses a charisma that draws others to him, even as they remain wary of his true intentions. His voice is smooth and measured, his words chosen with care to convey exactly the message he wishes to impart.
Prompt: Deep underground lies a vast cavern, shrouded in darkness and mystery. At its center, a massive grill in the floor stands as a barrier, guarded by the glowing eyes of an immense dragon below. The grill, aged and formidable, hints at untold secrets beyond. The dragon's presence imbues the cavern with awe and reverence, its gaze fixed upon the world beyond, inviting only the bravest to uncover the mysteries hidden within.
Prompt: Deep beneath the earth's surface lies a colossal underground cavern, a realm of darkness and mystery. The air is heavy with an ancient scent, and the silence is profound, broken only by the faint echoes of dripping water from unseen stalactites. The cave's walls, adorned with intricate patterns of minerals, glisten softly in the dim light filtering through hidden crevices.
As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you notice a massive grill door dominating the center of the cavern floor. Its imposing presence suggests a barrier between worlds, guarding secrets untold. The door, wrought from sturdy iron, bears the marks of age and wear, hinting at the countless years it has stood sentinel in this subterranean realm.
Beneath the grill, a faint, eerie glow emanates, casting strange shadows across the uneven stone floor. And there, amidst the ethereal light, lie the glowing eyes of an immense dragon. The eyes, like orbs of molten gold, pierce the darkness with their intense gaze, reflecting the ancient wisdom and untamed power of the creature that dwells below.
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.
