Prompt: Broken brown Asian male angel. Long hair in braid. Muscular. Battle scarred. Asianattoos. Age 30. Brown tattered and ragged wings. Huge brown wings. Gird in torn leather robes and heavy chains. Sad. Weary. Stoic. Powerful. Standing above Asian village. TOxen and Great Wall of China in background. Black clouds and lightning swirling in sky. Realistic movie capture, ultra detailed cinematic vision,
Prompt: aliens launch a surprise attack on Earth, people are left dying in the streets, world governments are obliterated, cities are destroyed, and a deadly virus is unleashed
Prompt: Gothic style black haired beautiful woman, pure white alabaster skin, luscious hyper-realistic sealed lips, flowing jet-black hyper-realistic hair, beautiful entwind in black thorny vines and crimson roses covering her body and her tattered and torn sheer clothing, weeping by a murmuring stream, gothic atmosphere, evoking classical oil painting grandeur, rich and lavish color scheme, elaborate precision, radiant natural illumination, ultra-high resolution portrayal, A detailed illustration of a woman with black hair,and her body soak wet and ornate jewelry, and a decorative golden headpiece, set against a rich, patterned background.
Prompt: The goddess of summer radiates an enchanting aura, embodying the very essence of the season. She has brunette flowing hair and is adorned in a flowing gown spun from the golden rays of the sun, shimmering with hues of warm amber and rich coral. Her hair cascades like a river of molten gold, intertwined with delicate blossoms and sunlit strands. Her eyes sparkle with the vibrant green of lush fields and the clear blue of a cloudless sky. Around her, the air is filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers and ripe fruit, and a gentle warmth follows her every step. In her presence, the world seems to bask in perpetual sunlight, and the energy of life thrives under her benevolent gaze.
Prompt: The goddess of winter embodies the serene and majestic stillness of the cold season, cloaked in a gown of pure, shimmering white and icy blue that glistens like freshly fallen snow. Her precious white and blue hair flows like a cascade of delicate frost, threaded with strands of silver and stardust, and adorned with intricate snowflake tiaras. Her eyes are like frozen lakes, deep and crystalline, reflecting the tranquil beauty of the winter landscape. She moves with an ethereal grace, leaving a trail of sparkling frost and shimmering icicles in her wake. The air around her is crisp and invigorating, carrying the fresh scent of pine and the subtle hint of wood smoke. Her presence brings a serene quiet to the world, as if inviting all to pause and appreciate the tranquil splendor and stillness of winter’s embrace.
Prompt: The goddess of autumn exudes a serene elegance, her presence reminiscent of the season’s rich, earthy palette. She is draped in a gown of deep rust, amber, and gold, reminiscent of fallen leaves and the setting sun. Her curly red hair cascades in waves of fiery reds and burnt oranges, adorned with clusters of acorns and curling vines. Her eyes hold the tranquil depth of a twilight sky, reflecting the quiet beauty of harvest time. She moves with a graceful, deliberate pace, as if each step releases a gentle cascade of leaves swirling around her. The air is crisp and filled with the scent of ripe apples and spices, and her aura carries the tranquil melancholy of a season preparing for rest. In her presence, the world seems to pause and savor the rich tapestry of autumn’s bounty.
Prompt: The goddess of spring emerges as a vision of rejuvenation and new beginnings, draped in a gown woven from the tender greens of fresh leaves and the delicate pastels of early blooms. Her blonde hair flows in waves of soft floral hues—pinks, lilacs, and dewy greens—crowned with a garland of wildflowers and budding branches. Her eyes gleam with the vibrant sparkle of morning dew, reflecting the awakening world around her. She moves gracefully, leaving a trail of blossoming flora and gentle rain in her wake. The air around her is alive with the sweet songs of birds and the promise of renewal, as she breathes life into every corner of the earth with her nurturing presence.
Prompt: The goddess of winter embodies the serene and majestic stillness of the cold season, cloaked in a gown of pure, shimmering white and icy blue that glistens like freshly fallen snow. Her precious white and blue hair flows like a cascade of delicate frost, threaded with strands of silver and stardust, and adorned with intricate snowflake tiaras. Her eyes are like frozen lakes, deep and crystalline, reflecting the tranquil beauty of the winter landscape. She moves with an ethereal grace, leaving a trail of sparkling frost and shimmering icicles in her wake. The air around her is crisp and invigorating, carrying the fresh scent of pine and the subtle hint of wood smoke. Her presence brings a serene quiet to the world, as if inviting all to pause and appreciate the tranquil splendor and stillness of winter’s embrace.
Prompt: In the heart of an ancient, enchanted realm, there dwells a resplendent goddess who embodies the essence of all four seasons. She has beautiful curly brunette hair, and she graces the world with a seamless harmony of seasonal beauty.
Prompt: In the heart of an ancient, enchanted realm, there dwells a resplendent goddess who embodies the essence of all four seasons. She has beautiful curly brunette hair, and she graces the world with a seamless harmony of seasonal beauty. With a touch as delicate as the first snowflakes of winter, she weaves a frosty cloak that sparkles under the pale sunlight, whispering tales of serene stillness. As autumn arrives, her eyes reflect the warm, golden hues of falling leaves, and her laughter echoes with the crisp rustle of harvest. In summer, she dances through fields of vibrant blooms, her presence a radiant burst of sunlit energy that brings life and warmth. When spring unfolds, Elaria’s touch is a gentle caress that awakens the earth from its slumber, with blossoms and verdant greenery blossoming at her command. Each season she commands is a testament to her grace, an eternal cycle of renewal and splendor that she weaves with divine elegance.
Prompt: Her beauty is like a burst of sunlight on a cloudy day, an infectious joy that spreads warmth to everyone around her. With a smile that lights up the room and eyes that sparkle with genuine delight, she embodies a vivacious spirit that is impossible to ignore. Her laughter, a melodious sound, reverberates with a charm that is as captivating as it is uplifting, making her presence a source of happiness for all.
Prompt: Biolaboratory room, dirty green walls. Old analog measuring equipment is everywhere, and the corners of the ceiling are covered with cobwebs. There are completely wilted plants on the windowsills. In the center of the picture is a wide laboratory table. On the table are stacks of books, papers and a large glass flask. A tall, prim German woman of about thirty, wearing thick-rimmed glasses and her hair pulled back, leaned over the laboratory table. She is wearing a black turtleneck and a white lab coat. The woman has a serious expression on her face, her lips are pursed, and she is completely asexual. On the table In a large flask, little people are dancing on a positive vibe. In the woman’s hand is a container with a drawn skull and a dangerous sign. A woman is about to pour liquid into a flask with dancing men. Next to the table there is a movable green writing board. It contains a graph of the experiment and many mathematical equations. The room is hot, several fans cannot cope with the work and spark. By Norman Rockwell, by Thomas Kinkade, by Thomas Hart Benton, crisp quality, masterpiece.
Prompt: Isometric perspective, top view, African savanna. Men and women in rags, connected in pairs by chains, walk in a column towards the viewer from the upper right corner to the lower left. The end of the line of people disappears over the horizon. Before the chain begins, people are beckoned by the demon of Lust with a cornucopia in his/her hands. Rose petals and gold coins fly from the cornucopia in the hands of the demon of Lust. To the right of the column of people, the horsemen of the apocalypse, War and Death, ride on horses; to the left, the horsemen of the apocalypse, Famine and Plague, ride on horses. By Ernst Fuchs, by Gustave Dore, by Gustave Moreau, crisp quality, masterpiece
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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