Prompt: The sun, a shy visitor, slips away earlier each day, leaving behind a chill that clings like a forgotten scent. Wind, once a playful whisper, now bites with teeth of ice, whistling through bare branches, a mournful tune. Green retreats, fading, replaced by a stark canvas of grey and brown, skeletal silhouettes against a pearl-pale sky. Breath hangs, visible ghosts in the frosty air, a tangible reminder of the shift, the slow descent. First flakes fall, tentative, hesitant dancers, then a flurry, a rush, blanketing the world in quiet. Winter arrives, not with a shout, but a hushed exhale, a settling silence.
Prompt: The 'Hoe Logic 3 EX' robotic hoe, designed to look friendly and approachable, working in a colorful flower garden. The robot is small and rounded, with a cheerful face-like design on its front. It should be brightly colored and look non-threatening. It's carefully weeding around petunias and daisies. The scene should convey a sense of relaxation and the joy of gardening made easy.
Prompt: Rush hour in Helsinki is nothing compared to the reindeer traffic jam in Lapland. Picture a vast, snowy landscape, the Northern Lights shimmering above. But instead of cars, the road is packed with thousands of reindeer, antlers tangled, impatiently honking (or whatever sound reindeer make – maybe a disgruntled snort?). A lone Sámi herder, dressed in traditional garb and sporting a bewildered expression, tries to direct traffic with a birch branch, while a mischievous arctic fox weaves through the chaos, stealing snacks from the reindeer sleds. A signpost reads: "Reindeer Crossing – Expect Delays (Probably Several Hours)."
Prompt: The Moomins have had enough. Tired of their peaceful, idyllic lives, they've formed a crime syndicate. Moominpappa, sporting a fedora and a menacing sneer, oversees a bootlegging operation, smuggling cloudberries and illicit pancakes. Moominmamma, a surprisingly ruthless enforcer, carries a rolling pin that's seen better days. Snufkin, the brooding loner, is the getaway driver, piloting a souped-up Groke-powered snowmobile. Little My, of course, is the explosives expert, giggling maniacally as she sets off a firecracker made from pine cones.
Prompt: The sun, a shy visitor, slips away earlier each day, leaving behind a chill that clings like a forgotten scent. Wind, once a playful whisper, now bites with teeth of ice, whistling through bare branches, a mournful tune. Green retreats, fading, replaced by a stark canvas of grey and brown, skeletal silhouettes against a pearl-pale sky. Breath hangs, visible ghosts in the frosty air, a tangible reminder of the shift, the slow descent. First flakes fall, tentative, hesitant dancers, then a flurry, a rush, blanketing the world in quiet. Winter arrives, not with a shout, but a hushed exhale, a settling silence.
Prompt: In a well-kept, old garage filled with the scent of oil and metal, there lies a classic American muscle car, its hood propped open as if inviting skilled hands to bring it back to life. The car, a symbol of American automotive heritage, stands out with its bold lines and imposing presence, capturing the essence of power and freedom. Around it, the garage is a testament to careful maintenance, with tools neatly organized and ready for use. The entire scene is imbued with a sense of respect for the car's iconic status, and an eager anticipation vibrates in the air, signaling the muscle car's impending roar back to life
Prompt: Dr. Elias Bowen, chrononaut extraordinaire, adjusted his temporal stabilizer with a sigh. He intended to observe the signing of the Magna Carta, a crucial step in the development of human rights. Just a peek, he promised himself. No meddling.
As King John reached for the quill, Elias sneezed. A violent, echoing sneeze that startled the royal scribe, causing him to spill ink across the parchment. The king, enraged, declared the document defiled and stormed out. The barons, bewildered, dispersed. No signing.
Panic seized Elias. He’d just erased a cornerstone of democracy. Returning to his own time, he found a vastly different world. A world ruled by an iron-fisted monarchy, where freedom was a forgotten whisper. Libraries held no tales of Magna Carta, no mention of rights and liberties. His casual observation had morphed into a catastrophic alteration.
He considered another jump, a desperate attempt to rectify his blunder. But the temporal laws were strict: one alteration per timeline. This was it, the new reality he’d inadvertently forged. As he walked down a cobbled street, shadowed by royal guards, he clutched a forbidden book - a history of what should have been - the only evidence of his catastrophic sneeze. He was a time traveler, trapped in a history he'd unintentionally rewritten. A sneeze, of all things. Just a sneeze.
Anya rrecomirting the fecrets. She also never folded that deer, which is a good thing in my books.
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: From a young age, Anya Greenleafs was taught the ways of the forest. She learned to track the silent passage of deer, to identify the medicinal properties of every herb and root, and to move through the canopy with the grace of a sunbeam. Her days were filled with the scent of pine needles and damp earth, the sounds of rustling leaves and the distant calls of wild creatures. She was trained in archery, becoming remarkably skilled with a bow, her arrows as true and swift as the wind through the leaves.
Prompt: Generate an image of a serene Finnish landscape at sunset. Depict a winding dirt path through a dense pine forest, with a glimpse of a calm lake in the background reflecting the warm colors of the setting sun. A brown long-haired dachshund sits happily in the foreground, tongue lolling out, watching a red ATV parked off to the side of the path. The image should evoke a sense of peaceful adventure.
I mostly lean more towards curiosity than creativity (on my part) with AI stuff, but I do appreciate the approach where people aim to harness AI to express their own creativity.
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.
