Prompt: worn old family home along a muddy ditch road, rural, line art and watercolor in the style of Nikolai Clodt von Jürgensburg, Vladimir Kozlovsky
Prompt: Forbidden swamp in deep primeval woods with giant trees and intricate ferns; in the style of Ivan Bilibin, watercolor and ink. elegant, extremely detailed, intricate, very attractive, beautiful, fantastic view, strong imperial colours, contrast saturated HDR, album cover art, high definition, crisp quality, polished
Prompt: full body in center frame, Beautiful slimthick sarah mcdaniel, as the easter vampirella queen,shiny intricate highly detailed veils, surrounded by lots of easter eggs everywhere, sunny day at park, sultry mischievous smile
Prompt: Conan the barbarian rescues an amazon princess from a giant ferocious alligator near a waterfall, a detailed matte painting by Bastien Lecouffe-Deharme, cgsociety, fantasy art, made of mist, apocalypse art, matte painting
Prompt: Baby Blue 1968 Yenko Camaro SC. Show condition. Perfect. Award winning. The best of you. The best of me. Sooo amazing.. full speed on mountain road, starry night
Prompt: Wonderful wide photography of a calm rainy night moment in an overgrown dirty old shabby hyperdetailed cyberpunk city with reflecting glowing lights, detailed architecture, flying vehicles, metallic, rusty, stone, cables, plants, botanicals, moss, grass, in an oppressive setting, cloudy sky, high quality art in the style of Jean-Baptiste Monge, magical gathering artwork, 40 megapixels, Nikon D850, futuristic masterpiece, best quality, high quality exposure, high resolution, wonderful golden ratio, highly detailed architecture, detailed shadows and glowing highlights, Professional photo post production, a masterpiece,
Prompt: A landscape of a village with severe drought in 1860s China, Hudson Taylor and his fellow missionaries prayed for rain, torrential rainstorm appears in the sky, in style of Catherine Abel.
Prompt: As storms rage on with thunder's roar,
And torrents fall, upon us pour,
There lies a calm, a hidden grace,
A serenity in the storm's embrace.
Dark clouds may gather, skies grow gray,
But deep within, a light holds sway,
A tranquil peace, that soothes the soul,
A steadfast anchor, that makes us whole.
Though winds may howl, and waves may crash,
And chaos reign, with fearsome flash,
There's still a calm, that dwells within,
A sanctuary, where peace begins.
For storms will come, and storms will go,
But inner calm, will always glow,
It's not dependent, on outer strife,
But springs eternal, from within our life.
So when life's storms, come raging near,
And troubles mount, and doubts appear,
Remember the serenity, deep inside,
A tranquil haven, where you can hide.
Embrace the storm, with steadfast grace,
And let your soul, find its own space,
To be at peace, amid the fray,
And serenity will guide your way.
For storms will pass, and skies will clear,
And brighter days, will soon draw near,
And you'll emerge, stronger than before,
With serenity in your heart, forevermore.
Prompt: In a world that's often dark and gray,
There are angels among us every day.
They walk beside us, lend a hand,
Guiding us with a love so grand.
With hearts that overflow with care,
They're always ready to be there.
They lift us up when we are down,
Wiping away tears with a gentle frown.
Their wings may be hidden from our sight,
But their presence fills our lives with light.
They offer comfort, they spread joy,
Bringing hope that nothing can destroy.
They soothe our souls when we're in pain,
Whispering words that heal the strain.
They offer wisdom, they share grace,
Making the world a better place.
They're not just creatures from above,
But ordinary people we call "love."
They're friends, family, and strangers too,
With selfless hearts that always renew.
So let's be angels for others too,
Spreading kindness in all we do.
Let's be the light in someone's day,
An angel among us, come what may.
Prompt: The sad homeless man on the street,
His plight so heartrending, so bittersweet.
He wanders aimlessly with tattered clothes,
His body shivering, his spirit froze.
He once had a home, a family so dear,
But life's cruel blows, he couldn't bear.
Now he sleeps on benches, in the cold,
Hunger gnawing at him, feeling old.
He begs for scraps, a coin or two,
But most pass by, without a clue.
His eyes filled with tears, his heart in pain,
Lost in a world that's harsh and vain.
He dreams of warmth, a roof above,
Of laughter, comfort, and mother's love.
But fate has dealt him a cruel hand,
Leaving him destitute, unable to stand.
He longs for kindness, a helping hand,
A glimmer of hope in a world so bland.
But society looks away, ignores his plight,
Leaving him invisible, hidden from sight.
So he wanders, a ghost of despair,
With no one to listen, no one to care.
His heart heavy with burdens unknown,
Walking a path, he treads alone.
The sad homeless man, with stories to tell,
Of a life once lived, now a living hell.
His voice unheard, his cries ignored,
In a world that's turned its back, so cold and hard.
Prompt: exquisitely beautiful young woman with beautiful eyes and mouth, long black hair and milky clear skin, wearing a red hat and red lip on striped black and white film image, in the style of hyperrealistic fantasy, uhd image, color splash, dark atmosphere, photo-realistic techniques, infrared, eye-catching
Prompt: Come one, come all, to the yard sale so grand,
A treasure trove of goodies, just waiting to be scanned.
From knick-knacks to trinkets, and things big and small,
There's something for everyone, come one, come all!
A rusty old bike with spokes all askew,
A vintage typewriter, still clacking anew.
A dusty old record player, spinning vinyl so neat,
And a quilt hand-stitched, so soft and so sweet.
There are books by the dozen, from old tomes to new,
A teapot with a chip, but it brews a great brew.
A puzzle missing pieces, a puzzle solved,
A doll with a cracked smile, but still much-loved.
A lawn chair that reclines, a lamp with a shade,
A painting of a sunset, with colors that fade.
A box of old tools, each one with a tale,
A jewelry box of memories, with a hidden secret's veil.
There are clothes for all ages, from vintage to chic,
A hat with feathers, so posh and unique.
A pair of roller skates, all scuffed and worn,
Prompt: Golden stilettos, so sleek and high,
Glimmering with glamour, reaching for the sky.
Shimmering in the light, like precious metal rare,
A statement of confidence, with style to spare.
Adorning her feet, with confidence and grace,
A touch of luxury, as she sets her pace.
With each step she takes, a click and a clack,
Golden stilettos, leading her attack.
A symbol of power, of strength and flair,
Golden stilettos, a fashionista's affair.
They elevate her stature, make her stand tall,
Commanding attention, as she walks down the hall.
The golden hue, a dazzling sight,
Reflecting her radiance, day or night.
A touch of opulence, in her every stride,
With golden stilettos, she cannot hide.
So bold and fierce, they make her shine,
Golden stilettos, a treasure so fine.
They're her fashion weapon, her statement piece,
Exuding confidence, and inner peace.
In the world of fashion, they're a precious find,
Golden stilettos, leaving hearts behind.
A footwear fantasy, a fashion dream,
With golden stilettos, she reigns supreme.
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.