Prompt: Massive expansive electric plains, lighting bolts around, wide shot, massive lightning bolts, forest path, fantasy, hyperdetailed, medieval setting, green trees
(Credit for original prompt: Galius 'Into the Storm')
Prompt: art nouveau, city square, twisted gazebo, decor, sculptures, fountains, water cascades, water channels, lake, rocks, trees, flowers, sunlight, swirling clouds, style by Cornelis Springer, by Paul Corfield, colored, intricate detailed
Prompt: The wisdom tree with the roots on Earth and branches reaching in the sky, by Jacek Yerka, Earnst Haeckel, lush green, beautiful flowers, twinkling stars
Prompt: : The best AI generated artwork of a female and male, red, white and black tones, insanely detailed and intricate, Photo Real Beautiful Clear Distinct Realistic Eyes, Photo Real Beautiful Clear Distinct Realistic Teeth, Hyper maximalist, elegant, ornate, hyper realistic, super detailed, by Pyke Koch, Midjourney - v4 style
Prompt: A falling star, a streak of light,
Dancing through the sky so bright,
A fleeting moment, a cosmic sight,
A wondrous display of celestial might.
From the depths of space it came,
A cosmic traveler, without a name,
A journey long and far to claim,
A moment of glory, its only aim.
Through the atmosphere it raced,
A fiery trail, a heavenly grace,
A blaze of glory, it embraced,
As it fell to earth, its fate encased.
But though it falls, its legacy remains,
A memory etched in time's domains,
A symbol of wonder, and cosmic strains,
A falling star, forever it reigns.
Prompt: Starry skies that twinkle bright,
A moon that casts its gentle light.
Silent whispers of the breeze,
Rustling leaves among the trees.
Sparkling waves upon the shore,
Sand that tickles, forevermore.
Seagulls soaring, wings unfurled,
A symphony of the natural world.
Laughter ringing in the air,
Love's embrace, so warm and rare.
Precious moments, heartbeats strong,
A melody that plays life's song.
Time that flies, oh, much too fast,
Moments cherished, destined to last.
Life's beauty, in every breath,
A poem of moments, beyond all depth.
Prompt: Embers in the night, glowing warm and bright,
A flickering dance, against the dark of night.
They whisper secrets, of stories untold,
A timeless allure, that never grows old.
Their fiery hues, a captivating sight,
As they crackle and pop, casting shadows in the light.
They hold memories, of moments gone by,
A symphony of warmth, that lights up the sky.
Embers in the night, a beacon of hope,
A source of comfort, when the world feels remote.
They bring solace, in the midst of the unknown,
A guiding light, that helps us find our way home.
So gather 'round, and let the embers glow,
Their gentle warmth, a soothing, steady flow.
In the darkness, they're a reminder, shining bright,
That even in the night, there's still beauty and light.
Prompt: Driving down a dark and lonesome road,
A weary traveler, with a heavy load,
Spots a figure standing by the side,
A hitchhiker waiting for a ride.
With a heart of compassion and a sense of grace,
The traveler slows down and stops in place,
Extending a hand with a friendly smile,
Offering a ride for a little while.
The hitchhiker climbs in with a grateful nod,
Sharing a tale of a broken road,
Speaking of lost love and shattered dreams,
The traveler listens, or so it seems.
As they journey on into the night,
The traveler feels a growing fright,
For the hitchhiker's story starts to shift,
Taking on an eerie and ghostly drift.
They reach a destination, a cemetery site,
The hitchhiker points and bids goodnight,
Vanishing into thin air without a trace,
Leaving the traveler in a bewildered haze.
The traveler looks around in fear,
But the hitchhiker is nowhere near,
Just a cold breeze and a haunting chill,
A mystery that remains unfulfilled.
As the traveler drives away in haste,
Wondering if it was a ghost they faced,
A legend of a vanishing hitchhiker told,
A tale that leaves the heart feeling cold.
For it's said that on that desolate road,
Prompt: Beyond the veil of earthly sight,
Lies a realm of mystic light,
Where the Shaman's portal lies,
Bridging worlds before our eyes.
Through the fog and swirling mist,
A gateway to realms yet untryst,
Where spirits dance and shadows play,
The Shaman guides us on our way.
With chants and drums, and herbs and fire,
The Shaman's wisdom does inspire,
Seeking answers from the beyond,
In sacred trance, a bond is formed.
The portal opens, a portal wide,
Revealing secrets that do hide,
In realms unseen by mortal eyes,
Where ancient wisdom never dies.
The Shaman's journey, brave and bold,
A tale of mysteries untold,
In the portal's embrace, a sacred space,
Where truth and magic interlace.
So, heed the Shaman's call and seek,
The portal's gateway, unique and sleek,
For hidden truths and visions rare,
Await those who are willing to dare.
Prompt: In Southend town, a legend goes,
Of Ratman, feared by friends and foes,
A creature small, but oh so sly,
With cunning eyes and a tail held high.
Rumors whisper of a human form,
With rat-like features, a fearsome norm,
A figure elusive, quick and sleek,
Living in shadows, a mystery to seek.
Some say he scurries through the night,
In hidden tunnels, out of sight,
Feasting on scraps and stolen fare,
A creature of darkness, beyond compare.
Others claim he's a myth, a tale so tall,
A figment of fear, not real at all,
But those who've glimpsed his eerie gaze,
Are left with chills and a sense of daze.
So, beware the Ratman of Southend's lore,
A creature feared, but never ignored,
A legend whispered, a mystery untold,
In the town of Southend, so the stories are told.
Prompt: Phantom clowns, they dance at night,
In shadows cast by pale moonlight.
Their painted smiles, forever bright,
Concealing darkness, out of sight.
They jest and laugh, with twisted glee,
A macabre show, for none to see.
Their eyes, like coals, burn menacingly,
As they frolic in their eerie decree.
Children shudder, grown-ups fear,
The phantom clowns, elusive and unclear.
Are they real or just a specter drear?
A haunting mystery, year after year.
So beware, dear friend, when night is near,
And the circus comes, so strange and queer.
For the phantom clowns, with their eerie veneer,
Will haunt your dreams, with terror severe.
Prompt: Futuristic,
fantastic,
Space Marine,
full body shot,
cyborg,
full body ,
brown haired,
female,
full body ,
android face ,
full body ,
short brown-curled hair,
exposed cable bundles,
intricate parallels wire like,
black circuit board lines,
Futuristic world,
Head to toe,
wet brush effect,
speed painting,
muted colors
Prompt: Beneath the earth, a treasure waits,
A time capsule, sealed by fates.
A relic from days long gone by,
A glimpse into the past, oh, my!
A box of memories, locked in time,
Preserving moments, pure and prime.
With letters penned in ink and quill,
And faded photos, sepia still.
A snapshot of a bygone era,
Preserved for those who will discover,
The secrets held within its walls,
Tales of triumphs, joys, and falls.
From a time when life was different,
Simple pleasures, hearts more innocent.
A window to the world back then,
A glimpse of where we once had been.
A link between the past and now,
A bridge that spans, a timeless vow.
Reminding us of who we are,
Our roots, our stories, near and far.
Prompt: Winter's chill, a heart grown cold,
Grief's icy grip, a story untold.
Bare branches, a desolate scene,
Where loss is felt, so stark, so keen.
Spring arrives, a glimmer of hope,
Budding blooms, a chance to cope.
A new beginning, a thawing heart,
A step forward, a brand-new start.
Summer's warmth, a healing balm,
Time's gentle touch, a soothing calm.
Memories cherished, love's sweet embrace,
Grief transformed, with time and grace.
Autumn comes, a season of change,
Leaves falling, a sense of range.
Acceptance found, a peaceful release,
Grief transformed, into inner peace.
Seasons of grief, a journey's toll,
A path of healing, a wounded soul.
With time and love, and strength within,
Grief transformed, life begins again.
Prompt: Crossroad. Oil on canvas, Vincent Van Gogh, Auguste Renoir, Claude Monet, Michael Whelan, Z. L. Feng, thick paint, bright vivid colors 64K, UHD
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.