Prompt: A mystical forest bathed in the first light of dawn, with towering ancient trees whose leaves shimmer in gradients of emerald, teal, and gold. Sunlight pierces through the dense canopy, creating soft volumetric rays that illuminate a crystal-clear river winding through the forest. Ethereal creatures with translucent wings hover above glowing flowers, and a lone hooded traveler stands on a moss-covered stone bridge, holding a staff that emits a gentle luminescent glow. Mist rises from the river, blending with floating pollen and sparkling particles, giving the scene a magical, serene, and immersive fantasy atmosphere. The entire composition is hyper-detailed, with cinematic lighting, rich gradients, and a dreamlike, spiritual mood.
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Mystical forest, dawn light, ancient trees, emerald teal gold leaves, crystal river, moss-covered stone bridge, hooded traveler, glowing staff, ethereal creatures, magical flowers, volumetric sunlight, misty atmosphere, sparkling particles, cinematic lighting, smooth color gradients, hyper-detailed, immersive scenery, fantasy landscape, spiritual mood, dreamlike environment
Prompt: "Create a hyper-detailed digital painting of a vast ancient library hidden inside a colossal mountain. The scene is illuminated by glowing crystals embedded in the stone walls, casting soft blue and golden light across towering bookshelves carved directly into the rock. The architecture is a blend of Gothic and futuristic design: high archways, spiraling staircases, and floating platforms supported by subtle energy fields. In the center of the library, a massive open book levitates, its pages glowing with shifting runes, projecting faint holographic symbols into the air. The atmosphere should feel both mystical and awe-inspiring, as if this place holds the knowledge of countless civilizations.
The perspective should be wide and cinematic, capturing both the vastness of the chamber and the intricate details of individual objects: dusty tomes, delicate glass globes with tiny galaxies inside, and intricate metallic railings along the stairways. Style should combine the painterly texture of classical oil paintings with the crisp precision of modern digital fantasy concept art. Include a sense of depth with atmospheric perspective (slightly misty background, sharper foreground). The mood is grand, mysterious, and timeless — evoking curiosity, reverence, and wonder. Resolution ultra-high, suitable for a fantasy book cover or gallery piece."
Prompt: Suspended in the void lies the Garden of Infinite Myths, a surreal sanctuary of stories reborn as living flora. Platforms of luminous stone float endlessly, connected by bridges woven from auroras and comet tails. Air glows with dream-fragrance, winds of starlight carrying memory. Each tree is legend embodied: the Golden Apple Tree rooted in molten sunlight, fruits glowing like suns, coiled serpents with jeweled scales guarding immortality; the Celestial Lotus Tree blooming blossoms hovering midair, glowing pearl and sapphire, singing melodies that reshape thought; the Stone-Book Tree sprouting marble tomes inscribed with runes, whispering forgotten epics in voices of gods; the Crystal Stag Tree sprouting luminous antlers, spectral deer leaping into constellations before reforming. Between trees flow rivers of liquid starlight, galaxies swimming within their currents like silver fish, banks blooming with flowers sprouting miniature planets orbiting stems before falling. The garden is alive with mythical beings: centaurs of nebula dust galloping trails of stars, phoenixes exploding into supernova flames, reborn endlessly, minotaurs of crystal and iron, eyes of black holes, sirens translucent, voices bending spacetime into spirals of sound. At the center towers the World Tree of Eternity, trunk of diamond fused with pulsars, roots anchored in black holes, branches piercing dimensions, every leaf a living universe glowing with stars. Worlds orbit like fruits. The sky rains meteors like blossoms, streaking arcs settling as seeds of fire. The entire garden is a cosmic archive of myths, stories yet told blooming eternal, a dream grown real, infinite sanctuary of legend and wonder.
Prompt: "A majestic citadel perched on floating islands above a vast twilight ocean, glowing softly under a sky painted in gradients of deep indigo, violet, and molten gold. Bridges of light connect the islands, while waterfalls of liquid starlight cascade into the void below. Mystical figures in flowing robes stand along the citadel’s towers, holding lanterns that emit shimmering beams. Ethereal birds with luminous feathers soar between the islands, scattering glimmers of color into the misty air. The scene is hyper-detailed, cinematic, and immersive, with rich color gradients, dramatic lighting, and a serene yet magical atmosphere that feels otherworldly."
Title:
Twilight Citadel on Floating Isles
Description:
A breathtaking floating citadel at twilight, with glowing towers, cascading waterfalls of starlight, and luminous bridges connecting the islands. Mystical robed figures hold radiant lanterns while ethereal birds scatter sparkling light across the misty sky. The scene is cinematic, hyper-detailed, with smooth color gradients, magical lighting, and a serene fantasy atmosphere.
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Floating islands, twilight citadel, indigo violet gold sky, waterfalls of starlight, glowing bridges, mystical figures, flowing robes, luminous lanterns, ethereal birds, shimmering feathers, misty atmosphere, cinematic lighting, smooth color gradients, hyper-detailed, immersive scenery, magical environment, serene fantasy, dreamlike landscape, celestial architecture, otherworldly scene
Prompt: Title: Symphony of Chaos and Harmony
Tags: abstract, expressionism, dynamic, emotional, surreal, textured, chaos, order, vibrant, symbolic
Description:
Imagine a vast canvas exploding with colors, textures, and shapes that capture the eternal struggle between chaos and order, conflict and peace, destruction and creation. The artwork is not defined by familiar forms but instead by a living rhythm of movement, as though each brushstroke carries the energy of a symphony. Bold sweeps of crimson slash across the surface, clashing with jagged shards of cobalt blue, their collision radiating intensity and discord. Yet flowing through this storm are arcs of gold and soft gradients of green, weaving like delicate harmonies in the midst of turmoil. The composition seems alive—some areas erupt with frenetic energy, thick impasto strokes layered so heavily they almost burst from the canvas, while other sections dissolve into soothing pools of blended pastel hues, offering brief sanctuaries of calm. Shapes are ambiguous yet symbolic: spirals representing cycles of renewal, jagged lines symbolizing conflict, and circles glowing faintly in the background like notes of peace struggling to emerge. The painting should feel like sound transformed into vision, as though one is staring at the sheet music of existence itself—loud crescendos, soft silences, all woven into one grand performance. The textures add depth: rough, cracked surfaces evoke scars of history, while smooth, glossy layers reflect light, suggesting moments of clarity and beauty. Standing before this abstract work, the viewer should feel overwhelmed yet strangely centered, confronted with the truth that life itself is an orchestra of contradictions—chaos and harmony not in opposition, but coexisting, completing one another in an eternal dance.
Prompt: "A vast twilight valley surrounded by towering mountains, their peaks dusted with silver snow that glows under the last light of the setting sun. The sky is painted in a flawless gradient — deep indigo blending seamlessly into fiery orange, crimson, and gold near the horizon, fading into a soft lavender glow where the first stars twinkle. Wisps of clouds stretch across, glowing with peach and violet undertones, reflecting the fading sunlight.
In the heart of the valley lies a crystal-clear lake, its glassy surface mirroring the sky in breathtaking clarity, the ripples glowing with streaks of emerald, sapphire, and molten gold. Waterfalls cascade from jagged cliffs into the lake, each stream glowing faintly as if infused with light itself, scattering mist that catches the sunset in rainbow fragments.
On the shore stands a lone wanderer cloaked in deep navy and silver embroidery, their silhouette framed by the radiant gradient sky. They hold a staff topped with a glowing crystal, refracting countless colors into the mist around them. Their expression is serene, gazing into the distance where the light and dark of the world meet. Around them, glowing fireflies hover like living stars, swirling in elegant spirals.
Behind, an ancient ruined temple rests against the mountainside, its stone pillars cracked but glowing faintly with runes that pulse like embers, hinting at forgotten wisdom. The architecture is intricate, blending human craftsmanship with celestial influence — a symbol of unity between earth and cosmos.
The foreground is alive with detail: grass shimmering with morning dew despite the twilight, each blade reflecting subtle gradients of teal, jade, and violet. Wildflowers bloom in clusters, petals glowing softly in hues of crimson, sapphire, and pale gold. The air feels alive with quiet energy, as though the valley itself is breathing — a sacred meeting point of earth, sky, and spirit.
Lighting is cinematic and flawless: golden rays pierce through the temple ruins, scattering light into rainbow refractions across stone and water, while soft indigo shadows creep in from the mountains, balancing warmth and coolness. The gradients between light and shadow are seamless, flowing naturally as if the scene exists beyond imagination yet rooted in reality.
The entire composition should feel breathtakingly immersive, spiritual, and alive, with color gradients so smooth and rich they appear hand-painted by light itself. A place that feels eternal, where every detail tells a story — harmony of nature, history, and the divine.
Prompt: Title: The Silent Banquet of Forgotten Time
Tags: still life, realism, baroque, objects, symbolism, decay, rich textures, vanitas, history, melancholy
Description:
Picture a banquet table, set long ago with grandeur and ceremony, now abandoned and left to the quiet passage of time. The scene is illuminated by the dim light of a single flickering candle, its wax dripping endlessly, creating hardened rivers down its side. On the table rests a lavish spread that has fallen into ruin: golden goblets once polished to brilliance now tarnished with green patina, a silver platter filled with fruit whose skins are wrinkled, bruised, and succumbing to decay, grapes bursting and staining the white tablecloth like spilled blood. A broken hourglass lies toppled over, grains of sand spilling onto the wood in frozen motion, a chilling reminder of the unstoppable march of time. Scattered among the objects are wilted roses, their petals dried and fragile, curling in on themselves as if clinging to their last moments of beauty. A cracked mirror leans against the wall behind, reflecting distorted fragments of the scene, amplifying its ghostly aura. Every object in this arrangement is chosen for symbolism: the goblets signify fleeting wealth, the fruit mortality, the roses fragile beauty, and the hourglass the inevitability of death. The palette is dominated by deep reds, dark browns, and touches of gold, creating a warm yet somber glow that recalls the vanitas still lifes of the Baroque masters. The viewer is invited not simply to observe but to reflect on the futility of excess, the impermanence of glory, and the silent truth that time consumes all things. The banquet may be silent, but its message roars: nothing endures, and beauty lies as much in decay as in bloom.
Prompt: In the silent center of the universe floats the Celestial Court of Eternity, a boundless palace made of translucent crystal grown from collapsed stars, its walls shimmering with violet, emerald, and silver. The floor is a living mirror of spacetime, rippling like liquid glass, reflecting galaxies beneath. The ceiling opens into endless nebulae, pulsars glowing like candles, constellations rearranging into sacred runes. Six eternal beings sit upon radiant thrones forged from galaxies: The Warrior of Constellations, clad in living starlight armor, constellations etched as glowing tattoos, eyes burning as white dwarfs, sword of gamma fire humming with restrained destruction. The Goddess of Gravity, crowned with braided black holes, hair devouring light, gown of spiraling galaxies, presence both terrible and beautiful, bending time itself. The Eternal Scribe, wings of golden parchment inscribed with laws of creation, quill carved from a quasar jet, dripping obsidian ink, scrolls unraveling into infinity, rewriting destinies. The Trickster of Shadows, ever-shifting, cloaked in shattered timelines, form flickering between god and monster, cloak stitched from paradox. The Guardian of Neutron Stone, armored in neutron star fragments, shield scarred by wars of gods and titans, every step shaking spacetime. The Healer of Auroras, glowing with shifting ribbons of light, voice singing creation, comet-bowl of liquid radiance healing stars. Around them float colossal statues of forgotten gods, broken yet emanating power, their hands raised in eternal prayer. Celestial phoenixes circle above, feathers blazing gold and sapphire flames, trails etching constellations across the void. Serpents woven from spiraling galaxies coil around crystal pillars, scales sparkling like endless stars. In the distance, comets pierce through the halls, streaking fire. An unseen choir hums harmonics of spacetime, sacred geometry vibrating in sound, stirring awe and fear. Time itself halts in this court, every moment infinite, every breath eternal, every glance rewriting existence. Here myth and cosmos are fused as one, an eternal throne room of gods shaping universes.
Prompt: Title: Whispers of the Twilight Valley
Tags: landscape, twilight, fantasy, surreal, mountains, ethereal, glowing river, mist, nature, atmospheric
Description:
Envision a sweeping valley painted in the magical moment between sunset and night, where the world balances on the edge of light and shadow. Towering mountains rise like jagged guardians around the valley, their snowy peaks catching the very last strands of sunlight, glowing faintly like embers against the deepening indigo sky. The slopes are covered in evergreen forests whose dark silhouettes cascade downward, shrouded in mist that flows like a living river of clouds. At the valley floor, a real river winds gently, reflecting not just the soft hues of twilight but also strange, otherworldly glows—pale violet, silver, and aquamarine rippling across its surface as though the water itself is enchanted. Along the riverbanks, clusters of bioluminescent plants bloom, casting a delicate glow upon the rocks and grasses, their light mingling with the faint sparkle of fireflies drifting lazily through the air. In the distance, a narrow trail carved into the earth winds toward a hidden temple carved directly into the mountainside, hinting at a civilization that once revered this valley as sacred ground. Above, the sky is alive with transitions: streaks of crimson clouds fading into darkness, the first stars appearing, and faint ribbons of aurora weaving softly like celestial curtains. The atmosphere should evoke profound stillness and reverence, as though the valley itself is whispering secrets to any who dare enter its silence. Every detail—the texture of moss on ancient stones, the way mist curls around pine trees, the shimmer of light against water—should immerse the viewer into a realm both earthly and otherworldly, a place that feels untouched by time, a sanctuary where the boundaries of reality blur into myth.
Prompt: Title: The Eternal Gaze of a Forgotten Monarch
Tags: portrait, realism, renaissance, royal, detailed textures, chiaroscuro, symbolic, historical, regal, timeless
Description:
Imagine a grand portrait painted in the style of the Renaissance masters, but with a sense of haunting timelessness that makes the viewer question whether the subject is truly from the past or a dreamlike manifestation of power. The monarch sits on a throne carved from obsidian stone and gilded with threads of molten gold that glimmer faintly in the light of flickering candles. Their clothing is a masterpiece of craftsmanship: deep crimson robes embroidered with patterns of mythical creatures, golden serpents weaving between phoenixes, and floral motifs blossoming into intricate lace-like detail across the sleeves and collar. Around their neck hangs a medallion bearing an unrecognizable sigil, glowing faintly as though charged with hidden energy. The monarch’s face is sharply defined yet softened by the masterful brushwork—wrinkles etched into their skin suggest decades of wisdom and hardship, while their eyes, piercing and sorrowful, seem to look directly into the soul of the viewer, as if silently demanding recognition of their lost reign. Their crown is heavy, studded with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, yet it sits slightly tilted, symbolizing the precariousness of earthly power and the eventual downfall of every dynasty. Behind them stretches a tapestry woven with depictions of constellations, celestial bodies, and mythic beasts, subtly suggesting that this ruler’s dominion extended beyond mere kingdoms into the cosmic. The lighting follows the dramatic principles of chiaroscuro—half the face shrouded in shadow, the other bathed in golden glow—drawing out the duality of majesty and mortality. The portrait does not simply depict a monarch; it confronts the viewer with the eternal paradox of human ambition: the pursuit of immortality through power, forever countered by the inevitability of time.
Prompt: *"Imagine a cinematic wide-angle shot of a colossal floating city suspended above the clouds at golden hour. The city is built on massive circular platforms of white marble and obsidian, interconnected with glowing bridges of energy. Each platform has grand towers shaped like spiraling lotus flowers, their petals edged with silver and glowing faintly with bioluminescent veins. The architecture blends ancient Eastern temples, Art Deco skyscrapers, and futuristic cyber-organic curves, creating a civilization that feels both ancient and thousands of years ahead.
Below the city, clouds swirl in radiant shades of pink, orange, and violet, lit by the setting sun. Shafts of sunlight pierce through gaps in the structures, scattering rays of golden light across the floating platforms. Flying ships shaped like giant metallic koi fish glide gracefully between the towers, their scales shimmering iridescent blue and emerald. Some smaller crafts buzz like dragonflies, leaving faint trails of glowing particles that fade into the air.
In the foreground, a stone balcony with intricate carvings overlooks the city. The balcony has vines of crystalline flowers that glow with a soft azure light, and a tall figure in flowing robes stands there. The robes ripple in the wind and are embroidered with constellations that subtly move as though alive. The character’s face is partly hidden beneath a mask of polished bronze, with delicate filigree and a gem glowing faintly at the center. They hold a staff crowned with a levitating crystal orb that refracts the light into rainbow shards.
The mood is majestic, dreamlike, and otherworldly — a mix of awe and serenity, as if the viewer has stumbled upon a sacred civilization that exists beyond time. The atmosphere should balance realism and surreal fantasy: hyper-detailed textures on stone, metal, and fabric, with atmospheric haze in the distance to emphasize depth. Style should combine photorealistic rendering with painterly brushstrokes inspired by Moebius, Studio Ghibli, and modern cinematic concept art. The camera angle should have sweeping grandeur, like a movie establishing shot, with crystal-clear ultra-high definition suitable for an IMAX film frame or an epic fantasy mural."*
Prompt: High above a sea of radiant clouds drifts the Celestial Lotus City, a breathtaking metropolis of marble and obsidian platforms bound together by glowing energy bridges. Towering lotus-shaped spires shimmer with silver veins of bioluminescence, while elegant koi-shaped airships glide gracefully between them, leaving trails of sparkling light in their wake. At sunset, golden rays pierce through the mist, bathing the city in a glow both sacred and dreamlike. From a carved stone balcony adorned with crystalline flowers, a robed figure gazes out across this otherworldly wonder, staff in hand, as if guarding a civilization that exists beyond time itself.
Prompt: In a realm where geography folds like paper cranes drifting across molten glass, six distinct figures wander, each carrying fragments of forgotten myths sewn into their attire. The first, an angular being with hair of fractured obsidian shards, wears a cloak lined with constellations that rearrange with each breath, whispering names of vanished stars. The second, tall and elongated, has skin painted with spiraling patterns resembling maps to lands that never existed, shifting subtly as they move. The third is draped in translucent robes that refract into wavering silhouettes—sometimes two, sometimes seven—producing echoes of presence arguing softly in voices that never align. The fourth carries a mask with hollow sockets from which pale light spills, cascading like rivers into soil that is a mosaic of shifting tiles carved with indecipherable symbols. The fifth wears armor of soft clay, perpetually reshaping itself with tiny cracks and sealings, as though remembering and forgetting battles never fought. The sixth, cloaked in pale smoke flickering between human, avian, and aquatic outlines, drifts rather than walks, tethered to the faint hum of invisible machinery beneath the horizon.
The background itself defies simplicity. Above them hangs a sky neither day nor night, a patchwork quilt of hues: saffron bleeding into turquoise, violet fissures splitting gold, with colossal geometric frames—squares, spirals, lattices—rotating slowly. In the distance, mountains of crystalline bones protrude from lakes of black mercury, where half-formed reflections ripple and sometimes peel free, staggering onto the shore before collapsing into dust. Rivers of glowing sand shift like tipped hourglasses, carrying whispers of languages no tongue has spoken. Villages appear only as outlines burned into the air, inhabited by silhouettes that scatter when observed, their laughter like splintered glass. Monolithic faceless statues rise without pattern, each inscribed with glowing sigils that shift when touched.
Amid this, the six figures move without purpose yet bound by an unstated rhythm, like dancers who never learned the steps yet remain in uncanny synchrony. Each carries an object irrelevant yet significant: a broken compass spinning toward sounds instead of directions, a lantern illuminating memories, a misaligned flute producing no melody, a mirror shard reflecting places not faces, a cage imprisoning silence, and a key so heavy it bends the ground where dropped. They seek nothing, aware of no questions; their journey is arbitrary and infinite, stitched into the fabric of a place less a world and more an unfinished thought. Even the air seems porous, as if reality is thin parchment ready to tear, revealing a deeper abstraction where identity is unnecessary.
Prompt: At the edge of existence, galaxies collapse as Forgotten Gods wage endless war. The battlefield spans shattered stars and burning planets, fragments scattering like glass across void. The God of Solar Fire towers with hair of erupting flares, hammer glowing with primal heat, each strike birthing and killing suns. Across him rises the Goddess of Eternal Void, cloaked in black holes, armor forged of collapsed realities, scythe of singularity erasing matter and time. Their armies collide: angelic legions of plasma-winged seraphs, spears of comet ice, voices choirs of collapsing stars, clashing against shadow titans cloaked in storms of dark matter, hands crushing moons. Leviathans of spacetime coil through reality, jaws devouring constellations, celestial giants wield mountains like weapons. Meteors rain as arrows, nebulae ignite as firestorms, lightning of runes strikes endlessly. Planets shatter, cores spilling molten rivers into nothing. Temples of gods collapse, prayers released as thunder. Fragments of relics drift: broken crowns, torn banners glowing faintly. Each clash tears spacetime, fissures opening into mirrored realities: worlds ruled by dragons, deserts of frozen flame, mortals crowned gods, glimpsed before vanishing. The war is not for victory but remembrance, gods striking to prove existence, each blow an assertion against erasure. Forgotten gods burn the universe in proof they once were. The battlefield is chaos eternal, creation and annihilation entwined, memory fought as war across the fabric of infinity.
Prompt: Title: The Birth of the Multiverse
Tags: mythology, cosmic, creation, fantasy, divine beings, epic, celestial, energy, surreal, universe
Description:
Visualize the primal moment of creation, the instant when the multiverse itself was born—not as a scientific accident, but as a cosmic myth enacted by six divine beings who transcend time. The scene unfolds in a limitless void, swirling with clouds of pure energy—violet, gold, and white—intertwined with sparks of stars being born. At the center, six colossal figures tower like celestial titans, each radiating an aura of unfathomable power. Brahma, the architect, cradles a sphere of molten energy glowing with the promise of worlds yet to exist; Vishnu stretches his vast arms outward, waves of cosmic water flowing from his form to cradle and protect the newborn stars; Mahesh channels destruction, his energy shattering and scattering fragments that paradoxically bloom into galaxies. Around them, Parvati shines with fierce grace, her presence binding chaos into balance; Lakshmi radiates abundance, her golden aura pouring rivers of light that coalesce into the foundations of matter; Saraswati whispers streams of wisdom, her voice weaving the laws of physics and music into the expanding void. Behind them, the explosion of the Big Bang is not a single violent burst but a blooming lotus of infinite universes, each petal a timeline, each shimmering fractal an entire reality branching into existence. The colors shift endlessly: fiery reds and orange explosions, calming blues and silvers, all merging into an otherworldly spectacle. This artwork should feel both divine and cosmic, where mythology and science intertwine. The viewer is not just witnessing a beginning—they are standing at the threshold of eternity itself, where gods, energy, and destiny converge into a singular act of creation.
Prompt: A mesmerizing abstract artwork with vibrant, high-contrast colors blending seamlessly — neon blues, fiery oranges, deep purples, and shimmering gold. Layers of swirling fractals and fluid shapes twist and spiral outward like cosmic energy waves. Intricate geometric patterns, sacred mandalas, and crystalline shards are subtly embedded within the flow, glowing as if illuminated from within. The composition should feel alive, pulsating with rhythm, as if the colors themselves are in motion. Soft light reflections and glossy textures add depth, while smoky gradients and ethereal glows create a sense of infinite dimension. The overall aesthetic should be hypnotic, futuristic, and emotionally captivating — a piece that instantly seizes the viewer’s attention and pulls them into a vibrant, dreamlike realm.
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.
