Prompt: A vast surreal dreamscape unfolds under a glowing twilight sky, where the horizon is split between a burning orange sunset and an infinite cosmic void filled with swirling galaxies. A giant cracked glass orb floats above a desert of shifting golden sands, reflecting distorted versions of reality within it. Trees with roots spiraling upward instead of downward hover in mid-air, their branches blooming with eyes instead of leaves. In the distance, a staircase made of glowing crystal ascends into the void, leading to nowhere. Shadows take physical form and crawl across the ground like liquid, bending the geometry of the environment. A lone figure in a long cloak with a mirror for a face stands on the edge of a cliff, staring into the shattered fragments of floating timepieces frozen mid-tick. The entire scene has a dreamlike fluidity where perspective shifts unnaturally, blending Salvador Dalí–inspired surrealism with modern digital hyperrealism. Ultra-detailed, cinematic, strange yet beautiful.
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A pastel-colored forest brimming with wonder—trees grow like candy canes, mushrooms tower like houses, and rivers sparkle with liquid crystal. Tiny cottages shaped like teapots and books nestle among meadows of oversized daisies. Talking animals in waistcoats and gowns host tea parties at floating picnic tables, while lanterns drift like fireflies across the sky. A young child holding a glowing lantern follows a trail of luminous butterflies deeper into the woods, where a giant smiling cat made of starlight curls lazily around a floating crescent moon. The entire world feels alive, soft, enchanting, as if painted within the pages of a magical fairytale.
Style: Whimsical, colorful, dreamlike storybook illustration.
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: 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: 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.
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.
