Prompt: A powerful galactic-level merciless cultivator Beautiful cat girl, clad in dark, glowing armor that pulsates with cosmic energy. her eyes are cold and fierce, radiating an aura of unstoppable power. ready to cleave through the very fabric of space. Surrounded by swirling galaxies and turbulent nebulae, she stands as a dominant force in the universe, embodying ruthless strength
Prompt: In the abandoned mansion, darkness reigned supreme. Each creak of the floorboards echoed through the empty halls, sending chills down your spine. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and ancient dust, an ominous sign of the years this place had stood untouched by life.
Shadows danced along the walls, twisting into grotesque shapes that seemed to follow your every move. A cold draft whispered through the corridors, carrying with it a faint, unearthly whisper that prickled the hairs on the back of your neck.
Suddenly, a faint glow emerged from the darkness ahead. As you cautiously approached, the dim light revealed a figure—a tall, gaunt silhouette draped in tattered robes, its face concealed by a hood. Its presence seemed to suck the warmth from the room, leaving an icy chill in its wake.
The entity turned slowly to face you, revealing hollow, glowing eyes that pierced through the shadows. A feeling of overwhelming dread washed over you as you realized this was no ordinary specter. Its form flickered, shifting and contorting as if it were a manifestation of the very darkness that enveloped the mansion.
A voice, ancient and chilling, resonated in your mind, speaking words that seemed to be a cacophony of whispers and screams from forgotten souls. You could feel its malevolent intent, a hunger for something beyond comprehension, as if it fed on fear itself.
Paralyzed by terror, you could only watch as the entity advanced, each step deliberate and haunting. Its presence filled the room, suffocating and overwhelming, as if reality itself warped around its existence. Every instinct screamed at you to flee, but it was as if the entity held you in its grasp, rooted to the spot by an otherworldly force.
In that moment, you were consumed by a primal fear, an awareness that in the presence of this otherworldly entity, you were utterly powerless—a mere mortal standing before an ancient, insatiable darkness.
Prompt: In the hallowed halls of a centuries-old castle, where the air is thick with the scent of antiquity and shadows dance in every corner, reigns a figure of timeless beauty and ominous power—Lady Evadne, a 1000-year-old vampire. This female immortal commands an entourage of vampiric acolytes, a gathering of girls and women who, though submissive in demeanor, exude an unmistakable air of peril.
Lady Evadne's beauty is both enchanting and haunting. Her features, eternally preserved in an ageless grace, exhibit an otherworldly allure. Porcelain skin, untouched by the passage of time, catches the ethereal glow of moonlight that filters through ancient stained glass windows. Crimson eyes, glinting with centuries of wisdom and a predatory intensity, draw attention to the ageless depths of her gaze.
Adorned in regal attire that befits her status, Lady Evadne wears garments reminiscent of forgotten eras. A gown of deep, velvety black drapes her form, the fabric seemingly absorbing the very essence of the shadows that embrace her. Intricate silver jewelry, each piece a relic from centuries past, adorns her form, emphasizing her regal presence.
Surrounding Lady Evadne, the vampiric acolytes move with an unsettling grace. Their movements are fluid, a seamless choreography of submission and potential danger. Clad in attire mirroring their mistress's dark elegance, these girls and women bear an air of silent obedience, their eyes revealing a depth of hidden strength and the feral instincts of their vampiric nature.
The chamber itself is a realm of half-light and mystery. Ancient tapestries, frayed with age, depict scenes of long-forgotten lore. The air carries whispers of the castle's history and the footsteps of those who have come before. The flickering candlelight casts ephemeral shadows on the stone walls, creating an atmosphere that borders between the sacred and the forbidden.
Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber of an ancient castle. A female vampire, her porcelain skin aglow with an otherworldly radiance, stands poised over her prey—a lone human, pale and helpless,
Prompt: “The Demon Queen of Death”. Standing on a pile of Skulls & holding a deformed skull in her hand
(entirely Centred image).
(polished, organic, crisp quality, extremely detailed). Wide field of view, linear perspective, centred.
Dark fantasy abomination.
Prompt: In the ancient annals of mythology and fantasy, there exists a creature of unparalleled terror and majesty—a dragon whose very presence sends shivers down the spines of mortals and gods alike. This ancient and terrible dragon is known by many names across cultures, whispered in hushed tones as a living embodiment of chaos and power.
Its scales, weathered and hardened by centuries, shimmer in hues that defy mortal comprehension. An amalgamation of midnight black and deep, molten red, they reflect the dragon's affinity for both shadow and fire. Each scale is a testament to the countless battles and challenges the dragon has weathered, bearing scars from the conflicts that have shaped its existence.
The dragon's eyes are orbs of piercing intelligence, gleaming with a malevolence that seems to transcend time itself. They possess an otherworldly wisdom, a gaze that can unravel the secrets of the universe and leave those who meet it paralyzed in awe or fear. Legends speak of those who locked eyes with the ancient dragon, only to be forever marked by the encounter.
Its wings, tattered and torn, span vast expanses and cast shadows that eclipse entire landscapes. As the dragon takes flight, the very air seems to twist and distort around its massive form. The beating of its wings echoes like distant thunder, foretelling the impending cataclysm that follows in its wake.
The dragon's breath is a force of nature—a torrent of searing flames that can melt mountains and turn the sturdiest of fortresses into molten ruins. Yet, this creature is not merely a mindless force of destruction. It possesses an intellect that rivals the most cunning of schemers, weaving webs of manipulation that span across epochs.
Prompt: Ethereal demon king, towering figure, ancient horror, ominous presence, gray skin with a weathered texture, imposing black curved horns, muscular physique exuding power, captivating and alluring aura, dark and mysterious ambiance, cosmic dread personified, adventurers ensnared in fear, explorers facing the unknown, souls trapped in a chilling embrace, fantasy illustration, detailed and intricate design, mythical creature, dark fantasy theme, by H.R. Giger and Brom, Artstation.
Prompt: In the desolate depths of the infernal abyss, where shadows writhe and darkness reigns supreme, lurks a terror beyond mortal comprehension—the Demon King, an ancient horror whose very existence blights the cosmos with dread. His monstrous form commands fear and awe, his gray skin like cold, lifeless stone, marked by veins that pulse with the dark essence of his infernal power.
Atop his imposing brow sit curved black horns, twisted and jagged like the claws of some primordial beast. They cast eerie shadows upon his chiseled features, which bear the cruel visage of a fiendish sovereign. Eyes like pools of abyssal darkness glare with an unholy intelligence, gleaming with the thirst for mortal suffering and despair.
The Demon King's muscular physique exudes raw power and menace, every sinew and muscle etched with the promise of untold torment. His imposing stature towers over lesser beings, casting a long, foreboding shadow that stretches across the desolate landscape of his accursed realm.
Surrounding him, a suffocating miasma of black and dark energy coils and writhes, radiating an aura of cosmic dread that chills the very soul.
Prompt: In the vast expanse of the cosmos, a celestial anomaly drifts silently through the void—an enigmatic spaceship that defies conventional design and comprehension. Its form resembles a radiant silver drop, smooth and seamless, with no discernible windows or engines visible from the outside.
As it glides through the depths of space, the spaceship seems to shimmer with an ethereal glow, its surface reflecting the distant stars like a mirror to the universe. The silver hue of its metallic exterior appears almost iridescent, shifting and dancing with the play of cosmic light.
From a distance, the spaceship appears deceptively simple—a perfect symphony of curves and contours that evoke a sense of serenity and elegance. Its sleek silhouette cuts through the void with an effortless grace, leaving behind a trail of stardust in its wake.
Up close, the true wonder of the spaceship's design becomes apparent. Its surface is unmarred by seams or joints, as if crafted from a single, seamless piece
Prompt: interstellar behemoth, a spaceship that eclipses all known vessels in its sheer scale and ominous presence. This imposing dreadnought embodies the pinnacle of technological prowess, striking terror into the hearts of those who encounter it
The hull of this nightmarish spacecraft is a seamless obsidian expanse, absorbing light rather than reflecting it, rendering the ship almost invisible against the cosmic backdrop. Strange, ethereal patterns pulse across its surface, hinting at the unfathomable energy coursing through its massive frame
Tower-sized cannons protrude from its flanks, each capable of unleashing devastating torrents of energy that can disintegrate entire fleets with a single volley. The ship's outer shell is studded with colossal spires that hum with an otherworldly energy, projecting a malevolent aura that extends for light-years in every direction
Massive, bat-winged appendages extend from the ship's sides, creating an eerie silhouette reminiscent of a celestial leviathan. These appendages are not just for show; they house advanced shield generators and energy manipulation devices that can manipulate spacetime itself, creating impenetrable defensive barriers
The spaceship's propulsion system is a marvel of gravitational manipulation, warping the very fabric of space to propel the vessel at speeds that defy comprehension. As it moves, the surrounding space seems to distort and ripple, leaving a wake of cosmic turbulence in its path.At the heart of the ship lies an enigmatic, pulsating core, a singularity harnessed for its limitless energy. This core powers not only the vessel's destructive weaponry but also a networked artificial intelligence with a level of sentience that borders on the transcendent
This spaceship, dreadnought of cosmic nightmares, is a manifestation of supremacy, striking fear into the hearts of that dare to oppose its inexorable advance It represents the ultimate fusion of technology, sheer cosmic terror,Viewing from the side
Prompt: A combat spaceship are in interstellar space from a distance you can see solar systems, the spaceship are very massive and very technologically advanced relative to other galactic civilizations And they have much more armaments and extremely deadly weapons that can destroy entire stars
Prompt: A fierce warrior woman named Solaris with a Phoenix Bloodline. She has long, flowing hair and wears flame-patterned light armor. Her fiery aura radiates around her, and her eyes glow with intense heat. She wields dual flaming weapons, exuding power and grace. Her presence is both destructive and majestic, embodying fire and rebirth. The background can depict either a blazing battlefield or a serene sunset by a river, reflecting her dual nature of war and renewal.
Prompt: A group of young Orthodox Jewish Beautiful women, all wearing headscarves, are sitting together in a park, enjoying a lively and joyful picnic. They are seated on colorful blankets spread over the grass, with baskets of homemade food and refreshments arranged around them. The women are engaged in animated conversation, laughing and smiling warmly, creating a sense of camaraderie and happiness. The park's lush greenery and the gentle sunlight enhance the serene yet vibrant atmosphere, while a few children play in the distance, adding to the lively scene.
Prompt: A level 150 human warrior who is also an elemental sage would be an extraordinary individual, blending unparalleled combat prowess with deep mastery over the elemental forces. Here’s a detailed description:
They would have a powerful, athletic build, indicative of their warrior training. Muscles would be well-defined, showing a lifetime of combat and physical discipline.
Height: Likely tall and imposing, their height and build would contribute to an authoritative and commanding presence.
Their armor would be lightweight yet incredibly durable, crafted from rare and enchanted materials that can withstand extreme elemental forces. It might incorporate dragon scales, phoenix feathers, or stones imbued with elemental magic.
They would wield weapons that complement their elemental
They would radiate an aura of power and stability, a palpable sense of the elements swirling around them. This aura would shift in intensity and nature depending on the element they are focusing on, creating an intimidating and awe-inspiring presence.
Their control over the elements would be almost absolute. They could summon and manipulate fire, water, earth, and air with precision and devastating effect. They could create walls of fire, summon tidal waves, manipulate the earth to create barriers or traps, and command the wind to create tornadoes or enhance their speed and agility.
In essence, a level 150 human warrior elemental sage would be a formidable and awe-inspiring figure, blending the raw physical power of a seasoned warrior with the profound mystical abilities of an elemental sage. Their presence on the battlefield would be both a beacon of hope for allies and a harbinger of doom for enemies.
Prompt: Cthulhu, an entity of cosmic horror, is often depicted as an immense and malevolent being, an ancient entity that lies dormant beneath the ocean's depths in the sunken city of R'lyeh. Its appearance is beyond human comprehension, described in eldritch texts as an amalgamation of grotesque and alien features.
Its form defies conventional shapes, a monstrous hybrid of an octopus, dragon, and humanoid figure. Towering in size, Cthulhu's immense bulk eclipses the horizon, its writhing, slimy tentacles extending from its grotesque body, undulating in an otherworldly dance.
The creature's head is an abomination—a blend of tentacles and eyes, with a massive, gaping maw filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its eyes, like orbs of madness, gleam with an otherworldly luminescence, exuding an aura of unfathomable intelligence and malevolence.
Cthulhu's skin, if it can be called such, seems to shift and writhe, emitting a sickly phosphorescent glow that casts an eerie light in its vicinity. The mere presence of this cosmic entity distorts reality, warping the very fabric of space and inducing a sense of existential dread in those who dare to behold its form.
It exudes an aura of ancient and malevolent power, a being tied to primordial forces that defy human comprehension. Cthulhu is not merely a physical entity but a manifestation of cosmic horror—a symbol of unfathomable terror and a harbinger of incomprehensible nightmares fr
Prompt: A captivating dark fantasy portrait of a stunning female figure in glossy armor, set in a mystical world with intricate details, organic metallic elements, and golden lighting, resembling a blend of medieval gothic and 1970s spiritual advertising aesthetics.
Prompt: Her dress, though modest, is crafted with care, a testament to her hard work and resilience. The fabric is a muted blue, faded from years of labor and exposure to the elements, yet it still holds a semblance of grace. The bodice is laced tightly, the sleeves puffed and ending just below the elbow, revealing her slender arms marked by the toil of daily chores. Her apron, once white, is now stained with the evidence of countless tasks, from tending the hearth to scrubbing the floors.
Her face, framed by loose tendrils of dark hair that have escaped from her coif, is pale and drawn, reflecting a life of hardship. Her eyes, however, are striking—a deep, soulful brown that speaks of stories untold and secrets hidden beneath the surface. They flicker with a mixture of fear and determination as she peers out from the well, her gaze searching the surrounding landscape for any sign of help or escape.
The well's interior is cold and unforgiving, the stone walls slick with moisture and age. The water at the bottom is murky, reflecting the dim light that filters down from above. She clings to the rough edges of the stone, her fingers raw and bleeding from the effort of trying to climb out. The dampness chills her to the bone, her breath visible in the cold air as she struggles to maintain her grip.
Around the well, the village is eerily quiet, the usual bustle of medieval life subdued by the encroaching twilight. Shadows lengthen, and the distant call of an owl signals the approaching night. The trees that surround the well stand like silent sentinels, their branches swaying gently in the evening breeze, casting ghostly patterns on the ground.
Prompt: A futuristic soldier with mechanical armor like that of a space marine, and above him flies a drone with an anti-gravity engine under his control, with a futuristic rifle in his hand and an advanced helmet on his head, against the background of a battlefield around him bombs are falling and in the background spaceships are shooting and crashing, and he is running through,The battlefield is on the moon,The soldier's mechanical armor is protected even against anti-tank missile fire,The armor should be smooth and look tactical and menacing and massive
Prompt: Carnal sin. beautiful dark young skinny demoness. Shameless. the Spider Queen An ancient horror deep in the Amazon jungle spins a web of nightmares to ensnare adventurers, explorers, and their souls in this skin-crawling Arkham Horror of cosmic dread,Full body photo
Prompt: A futuristic soldier with mechanical armor like that of a space marine, and above him flies a drone with an anti-gravity engine under his control, with a futuristic rifle in his hand and an advanced helmet on his head, against the background of a battlefield around him bombs are falling and in the background spaceships are shooting and crashing, and he is running through
Prompt: Dark fantasy art portrait, beautiful female head, armoured, glossy style, folded paper, mystical symbolism, golden surrounding, golden ratio, realistic intricate fantasy, organic metallic cuts, intricate orange lighting from above, tints of pointism, embossed strokes in Burning sky., Medieval gothic city. Spiritual expression of the 1970s advertising
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.
