Prompt: Golden hours /The photograph captures a moment when the universe holds its breath on the cusp of night and day. This is not merely a winter dawn—it is a dream woven from hoarfrost and light. The majestic ridge, swathed in heavy, velvety cloaks of snow, still slumbers in deep blue twilight. But its sharp peaks, like icy crystals, have already been pierced by the first, timid arrow of dawn. It has heated them to a tender, almost translucent pearl pink, floating in the cold air. And below, in the embrace of the valley, lies the main marvel—the river. Its dark, almost black waters, not yet bound by ice, flow silently and solemnly, like a mirror of liquid obsidian. And above this mirror, mist works its magic. It is not dense and blinding, but light, smoky, spun from millions of ice particles. It spreads in ghostly veils, billows into fantastical castles, embraces every stone on the shore, and reaches toward the forest on the opposite bank. The forest stands as a silent guard—mighty spruces and slender pines, burdened with crystal caps of snow. Their branches, bowed under the weight of frost, resemble fairy-tale lace. Through the hazy mist, they lose their definition, turning into mysterious silhouettes, blurred watercolor strokes of indigo and lavender. And now—the culmination. The sky above the mountains, which a moment ago was a cold sapphire depth, ignites. It is flooded with a fantastic gradient: from the zenith, where the last stars still burn, it flows into the color of peach blossoms, then into a flaming orange near the horizon, and finally into that impossible, radiant pink-gold hue that paints the mountain tops and stains the mist from within. The fog begins to glow with its own cold, phosphorescent light, absorbing and refracting the solar fire.
The entire scene is a dialogue of the elements: the icy breath of the earth and the celestial fire, the stillness of stone and the ghostly movement of mist, the eternal darkness of water and the fleeting radiance of the sky. It is a picture of absolute, timeless silence. It seems you can hear the quiet chime of frost falling from a branch and the first ray of sun, touching a frozen fern, igniting a diamond spark within it. This is not a landscape. It is a revelation. A moment of pure, primordial magic, where winter appears not as a harsh sovereign, but as an exquisite artist, painting the world with crystal and light.
Prompt: A great dragon has a hole in the body bleeding profoundly from it, while a Wizard seen in front is visibly exhausted from the spell that made the hole.
Prompt: A futuristic, surreal landscape featuring a towering, multi-level structure constructed from glass and metal, reflecting a blend of architectural styles. In the foreground, a lone figure stands on a dirt path, gazing up at the monument. The sky is filled with dark, swirling clouds and hints of sunlight breaking through, while a zeppelin floats above in the distance. Scattered remnants of advanced technology and broken machinery lay across the barren ground, hinting at a once-thriving civilization now in decline. The atmosphere is both eerie and intriguing, capturing the essence of a post-apocalyptic world.
Prompt: In the depths of collapsing dimensions, where even light hesitates to reach, Suleiman stands — tall, broad-shouldered, and forged from the very essence of shadow. No radiant aura surrounds him; no glimmer of energy escapes. Everything around him is swallowed by a living darkness, thick and deliberate, coiling around his body like serpents born from the void.
His eyes… two pitch-black abysses — not a color, but an event.
Gazing into them feels like staring into a singularity that devours sound, time, and certainty. Even D-rank demons tremble when those void-eyes fall upon them. Anyone who meets his gaze feels a quiet pull at their soul, as if something inside him is measuring them.
His skin carries a deeper tone now, as if a second layer of shadow has fused with his flesh. His muscles are precise and defined, but there is a subtle wrongness to them — a sense that his body is no longer entirely bound by mortal laws.
The darkness around him is not still. It breathes.
Ripples of shadow open and fold silently, and at times — especially in battle — faint silhouettes of hands and tendrils stretch out from his own shadow, reaching, clawing, then slipping back into nothingness.
His great axe, Gatebreaker, is more than a weapon. It is a reservoir of pure night. The blade gleams with a blackness that reflects no light, its edges dripping faint trails of shadow-smoke. Whenever he swings it, a deep, resonant thump echoes through the air — like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening beneath the world.
His power does not erupt; it silences.
When he moves, the air seems to vanish.
When he strikes, the earth folds inward.
When he releases his Darkness Concept, the stars themselves flicker — as if afraid.
Behind him, bound yet free, floats the form of his core — now a dark, spiritual entity with a thin, feminine silhouette and eyes like silver fractures in obsidian. She does not speak; she communicates through sensation, emotion, and instinct, amplifying his control over the void.
When Suleiman walks, the world grows quiet.
When he looks, reality tightens.
And when he chooses to fight…
even the ancient creatures of the abyss understand that darkness is not the enemy of light —
it is the enemy of existence itself.
Prompt: In the depths of collapsing dimensions, where even light hesitates to reach, Suleiman stands — tall, broad-shouldered, and forged from the very essence of shadow. No radiant aura surrounds him; no glimmer of energy escapes. Everything around him is swallowed by a living darkness, thick and deliberate, coiling around his body like serpents born from the void.
His eyes… two pitch-black abysses — not a color, but an event.
Gazing into them feels like staring into a singularity that devours sound, time, and certainty. Even D-rank demons tremble when those void-eyes fall upon them. Anyone who meets his gaze feels a quiet pull at their soul, as if something inside him is measuring them.
His skin carries a deeper tone now, as if a second layer of shadow has fused with his flesh. His muscles are precise and defined, but there is a subtle wrongness to them — a sense that his body is no longer entirely bound by mortal laws.
The darkness around him is not still. It breathes.
Ripples of shadow open and fold silently, and at times — especially in battle — faint silhouettes of hands and tendrils stretch out from his own shadow, reaching, clawing, then slipping back into nothingness.
His great axe, Gatebreaker, is more than a weapon. It is a reservoir of pure night. The blade gleams with a blackness that reflects no light, its edges dripping faint trails of shadow-smoke. Whenever he swings it, a deep, resonant thump echoes through the air — like the heartbeat of an ancient beast awakening beneath the world.
His power does not erupt; it silences.
When he moves, the air seems to vanish.
When he strikes, the earth folds inward.
When he releases his Darkness Concept, the stars themselves flicker — as if afraid.
Behind him, bound yet free, floats the form of his core — now a dark, spiritual entity with a thin, feminine silhouette and eyes like silver fractures in obsidian. She does not speak; she communicates through sensation, emotion, and instinct, amplifying his control over the void.
When Suleiman walks, the world grows quiet.
When he looks, reality tightens.
And when he chooses to fight…
even the ancient creatures of the abyss understand that darkness is not the enemy of light —
it is the enemy of existence itself.
Prompt: "A powerful galactic-level female cultivator, fierce and merciless, clad in dark, ethereal armor that crackles with energy. Her piercing eyes blaze with an unforgiving intensity, and her long, flowing hair dances like tendrils of shadow. She wields a formidable, ancient blade that glows with a sinister light, commanding the very forces of the cosmos. Surrounding her, turbulent nebulae and swirling galaxies emphasize her ruthless dominion over the vastness of space."
Prompt: A colossal, ancient library carved into the side of a floating island, with waterfalls of starlight cascading into an abyss below. Intricate, gothic architecture is visible, overgrown with luminous, alien flora. The scene is bathed in the ethereal glow of distant nebulae, with a lone, robed scholar poring over a glowing tome on a precarious balcony. Detailed matte painting, high contrast, dramatic lighting, reminiscent of Zdzisław Beksiński and H.R. Giger.
Prompt: "Illusion never changed into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn."
A masterful stunning, dreamy, Intricately textured, intricately detailed Mixed Media painting, in the style of Gabriel Pacheco, Eyvind Earle, Gediminas Pranckevicius, Maxfield Parrish, and Esao Andrews, an amazing surreal misty landscape with abstract, chaotic, whimsical twisted architecture, Fibonacci spiral design elements, in a twilight, ghostly atmosphere, shrouded in silvery mist, rough brushstrokes, layered expressionist textures, full of mysticism, creativity and wonder. Prompt by Imperial Preceptor
Prompt: A breathtaking winter fantasy landscape featuring a winding frozen river flowing through a snow-covered forest canyon at sunset. The river appears silky and smooth like long-exposure photography, reflecting glowing golden, amber, and fiery orange light from the setting sun. Tall cliffs on both sides are draped with thick ice formations and frozen waterfalls. Frost-covered trees and bare branches line the riverbanks, dusted in fresh snow. Soft mist rises above the icy water, creating a dreamy, ethereal atmosphere. The sky glows with layered clouds in warm gold, orange, and soft violet tones, contrasting beautifully with the cool blues and whites of the snow and ice. Ultra-realistic, cinematic lighting, high contrast, rich saturation, sharp details, fantasy realism, 8K quality, dramatic depth, magical winter mood. highly contrast situation and color apply it
Prompt: In Photo Style. Photo-realistic. Insanely ultra detailed Vampire Sorceress practicing magic. Aged in her 20s. Japanese features. Wearing a gothic see thru dress, simple strapped sandals. unnaturally massive melon sized mammarys, cleavage, hourglass physique, broad hips, deathly pale skin tone, vampire fang. dynamic movement of hand, each hand surrounded by multicoloured magical aurora energy. Full Length Body picture. Background scene of dark gothic underground magical laboratory, surrounded by magical apparatuses, ancient magical books, evil looking paintings. Ultra-sharp focus. 8k Resolution, HDR.
Prompt: A small greenish-blue fantasy creature is sitting on oak leaves, adorable eyes,style by Gustaf Tenggren, Terryl Whitlatch, Aaron Sims.and Joanne K. Rowling, Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them,...
Prompt: A powerful galactic-level merciless cultivator, clad in dark, glowing armor that pulsates with cosmic energy. His eyes are cold and fierce, radiating an aura of unstoppable power. He wields a massive, ominous battle axe crackling with raw energy, ready to cleave through the very fabric of space. Surrounded by swirling galaxies and turbulent nebulae, he stands as a dominant force in the universe, embodying ruthless strength
Prompt: A surreal 3d sculpture of a broken mannequin head with intricate cracks made of bronze alloy, revealing lush greenery and delicate trees growing from the top. The 3d face has a serene expression, with soft, closed eyes. The base is covered in a vibrant, mossy landscape. The background is a subtle black, enhancing the ethereal quality of the piece, blending modern artistic design with natural elements.
Prompt: Golden Blood Idol, by Mister Cadaver—a grotesque relic forged of dripping gold and coagulated crimson, its hollow eyes gleam with cursed divinity, a shrine to decay and unholy worship.
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.
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