Prompt: Enchanting ethereal wisps of color, magical songs of light, whimsical phantoms, swirling clouds and mist, hues of pink, blue, green, gold, globe representing Earth, oil and acrylic on canvas, digital art, fantasy storybook cover, fairytale vibes, evocative of melancholy, blend of sadness, happiness, pain, grief, joy of life, detailed and vibrant, ethereal lighting, fantasy artist inspiration, ArtStation.
Prompt: Enchanting ethereal wisps of color, magical songs of light, whimsical phantoms, swirling clouds and mist, hues of pink, blue, green, gold, globe representing Earth, oil and acrylic on canvas, digital art, fantasy storybook cover, fairytale vibes, evocative of melancholy, blend of sadness, happiness, pain, grief, joy of life, detailed and vibrant, ethereal lighting, fantasy artist inspiration, ArtStation.
Prompt: The siren’s songs grew louder as the two made their way through the woods. Soon they came upon it, a place alight with songs and beauty. Pixies and sirens whirled about with the wolves, dancing on a floor showered with stardust. A feast was set out in honor of the festival, and many a meat was offered for consumption. Four sisters sat in four thrones, each wearing a crown representative of their race. There was Veyga, the pixie queen, with glittering stars in her tiara. An beside her, her long tail in the water, was Serephina. She wore her seashells.
In the second throne sat Merial the wood nymph, a wreath of leaves and flowers in her hair, her evil cackle joining in the music whenever she felt it was needed. And last of all sat the siren queen, the most powerful of all, Lorrelai herself. She was queen of the four sisters, and none dared look her in the eye. Her long golden hair reached to her feet, and her eyes shone like stars. A song was about her that Imelda felt she had heard before, long ago in a dream. And faraway in the distance, the light of the glen reflected off a large lake, the lake of the Wolfin Glen. There, beyond the place where fairies dance, sat their destination, in the cold, dark night.
The two friends hid in the bushes and watched the dances unfold. Not wanting any to catch them, Imelda wove together a song of protection, hoping to deceive the sisters into thinking that she was one of them. Turning to the preacher, she smiled. “We’re singing with sirens tonight, Uncle Wayman.”
Prompt: The siren’s songs grew louder as the two made their way through the woods. Soon they came upon it, a place alight with songs and beauty. Pixies and sirens whirled about with the wolves, dancing on a floor showered with stardust. A feast was set out in honor of the festival, and many a meat was offered for consumption. Four sisters sat in four thrones, each wearing a crown representative of their race. There was Veyga, the pixie queen, with glittering stars in her tiara. An beside her, her long tail in the water, was Serephina. She wore her seashells.
In the second throne sat Merial the wood nymph, a wreath of leaves and flowers in her hair, her evil cackle joining in the music whenever she felt it was needed. And last of all sat the siren queen, the most powerful of all, Lorrelai herself. She was queen of the four sisters, and none dared look her in the eye. Her long golden hair reached to her feet, and her eyes shone like stars. A song was about her that Imelda felt she had heard before, long ago in a dream. And faraway in the distance, the light of the glen reflected off a large lake, the lake of the Wolfin Glen. There, beyond the place where fairies dance, sat their destination, in the cold, dark night.
The two friends hid in the bushes and watched the dances unfold. Not wanting any to catch them, Imelda wove together a song of protection, hoping to deceive the sisters into thinking that she was one of them. Turning to the preacher, she smiled. “We’re singing with sirens tonight, Uncle Wayman.”
Prompt: Majestic sky ships sailing above a road of bone and whale, velvet bows beneath the tide, vessels crewed by ghosts and ghouls, Lonely Island destination, eerie and ethereal atmosphere, ghostly crew, mysterious and haunting seascape, dark and mystical setting, fantasy illustration, intricate and detailed design, surreal color palette of deep blues, purples, and blacks, eerie lighting casting shadows, artistically inspired by Edgar Allan Poe and H.P. Lovecraft, ArtStation, high-resolution digital artwork.
Prompt: Sky ships on their courses sail
Above the road of bone and whale
To roam the seas of darkness wide
With bows of velvet neath the tide
Vessels manned by ghost and ghoul
Homeward bound to sacred rule
To Lonely Island gallantly
To Home that calls above the sea
But deep beneath the sacred ground
A tyrant sleeps toward heaven’s sound
And should by fate he chance to wake
And thence the land with ashes rake
Then dims the homely beacon
Swept off by souls of sin
It wains as it pulls the tide
The call where all the ghouls abide
But some things will and always be
As the sleeping of the sea
And once the tyrant sleeps again
Forgotten then to man
Is the dark side of the moon.
Prompt: magical kelpie horse running through the sea, bioluminescent sea sparkle, wave upon wave crashing on the sandy beach, glowing sea, sea glitter, night sky of wonder and beauty and whimzy, infinity mirror horizon
Prompt: Sparkling starlit night, snow-covered landscape, lone figure walking, distant city lights, vast open sky, constellations above, deep blue hues, icy white snow, serene and peaceful atmosphere, introspective mood, self-discovery journey, digital painting, high resolution, detailed snowflakes, cool color palette, soft moonlight, no figures besides the main character.
Prompt: Pale gray fur, fearsome werewolf, intense gaze, sharp fangs, menacing claws, mystical aura, dark and eerie forest backdrop, moonlit night, mysterious atmosphere, detailed fur texture, dramatic shadows, fantasy illustration, enchanting narrative feel, evocative storytelling, by Brom and Tony DiTerlizzi, Artstation. Skoll, son of Romulus, of Durande.
Prompt: Song of Prayer
May the light shelter your eyes
Show the folly from the wise
When the day draws closed
May you always know
The light guided you home
May you always thrice be blessed
May you shine for what is best
With the dark in tow
May they always know
The light guided you home
May you thrive upon the land
May you go in peace, my friend
When the sun hides low
In the scarlet throne
May the light bring you home
Prompt: “Oh my King, where lies your home when you’re exiled and alone?”
“A forest of lies filled with hauntings of night have claimed me as their own.”
“Beloved Ruler, where were your men in the hour you needed them most?”
“Betrayal by friends left me broken and bent, in a strange, haunted cold.”
“Oh my Lord, where was your sword in the heat of the battle’s rage?”
“Betrayed in the dark by my own trusted guards, I lost it in the fray.”
“Beloved Master, where will you go to live out your exiled days?”
“I’ll search for a peace in my slumber so sweet, til sleep eternal stay.”
“Oh my king, where is your hope when you’re exiled and alone?”
“In vagabond robes I have learned to know, the dawn will always come.
In vagabond robes I have learned to hope, til I find my home.”
Prompt: Dark-haired French woman sleeping by a tranquil lake, lush green surroundings, serene atmosphere, mysterious and dreamlike, black eagle with ruby eyes, feathers as dark as night, regal and majestic, blue diamond on its forehead, woman gently caressing eagle's neck, surreal and magical scene, woman mounted on eagle soaring towards the stars, ethereal and mystical ambiance, full-body composition, no text or writing, high detail and realism, vibrant colors, fantastical and enchanting, digital illustration, Artstation.
Prompt: Mysterious fantasy character, Killian Fiske of Crosshaven, the Smuggler, 31 years old, protagonist, handsome, brown locks, clean-shaven, gray eyes, gazing lovingly at the sea, fantasy smuggler traveler seamen's coat, rugged yet stylish, intricate coat details, sea-inspired color palette of blues and grays, dramatic lighting casting shadows, ocean waves in the background, windswept hair, rugged facial features, digital illustration, detailed and realistic, by Brian Froud, Artstation.
Prompt: Mysterious fantasy character, Killian Fiske of Crosshaven, the Smuggler, late twenties protagonist, handsome fisher's boy, light brown locks, clean-shaven, gray and blue eyes, gazing lovingly at the sea, fantasy smuggler traveler seamen's coat, rugged yet stylish, intricate coat details, sea-inspired color palette of blues and grays, dramatic lighting casting shadows, ocean waves in the background, windswept hair, rugged facial features, digital illustration, detailed and realistic, by Brian Froud, Artstation.
Prompt: Ethereal will-o'-the-wisp phenomena, mystical friars lantern, enchanting fairies in a moonlit glade, ethereal glow illuminating the night, fairies engaged in a whimsical dance, magical forest setting, shimmering fireflies, ancient trees with twisted roots, misty atmosphere, mysterious shadows, soft pastel colors, fantasy illustration, detailed and enchanting, soft and luminous lighting, fantasy artists like Brian Froud and Amy Brown, Artstation.
Prompt: A poignant scene unfolds: a desolate landscape shrouded in darkness, echoes of lost love, tears turning into falling rain, a sense of abandonment and longing. Capture the essence of sorrow and solitude with imagery of a barren wasteland, shadows enveloping the surroundings, a solitary figure standing amidst the bleakness. Emphasize the contrast between light and dark, symbolizing hopelessness and the weight of unfulfilled promises. Incorporate elements like wilted flowers, broken chains, and fading light to convey a sense of irreversible loss and the harsh reality of being adrift. Utilize a monochromatic color palette with deep blues, grays, and blacks to evoke a somber mood, enhanced by dramatic lighting that accentuates the emotional depth of the scene. Let the artwork evoke a sense of introspection and melancholy, drawing viewers into a world where the echoes of the past linger in the present.
Prompt: Enormous humanoid figure, dragon scales, dragon head, black tattered wings filling the sky, green glistening eyes, evil aura, two horns, emerald ring, standing atop a desolate, charred mountain called the Whisperlands, epic fantasy portrait, storybook style, detailed and intricate design, dark and dramatic lighting, vibrant greens and golds, ominous atmosphere. Artistic. Smooth. Feathersoft
Prompt: A fantasy maiden, elvish pointed ears and impish green eyes, long eyelashes and flowing red hair, long wavy and beautiful. Her hands and fingers hold a small, swirling orb of golden hues and blues and pinks and greens. The forest around is dark and shadowy, but by the light of the small orb there is enough to see by. There are the small forms of glowing pixies, with butterfly wings, floating all around. The maid's hair flows down about her shoulders in tangles and locks and braids. There are charms about her neck and she wears many bracelets. Her dress is as green as her eyes, beautiful, fantasy, simple, modest and elegant. There is an impish look about her. It looks like an image out of a storybook. Nighttime setting.
Prompt: One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
Don't you dare make a sound, shh
Hear you from a mile away
Run from the town
All you need is your name
And the sweat on your brow
And the blood running through your veins
Don't think twice
You'll be dead in a second
Turn your eyes
From your hands to the heavens
Kill your pride
Turn your fear to a weapon
And don't you forget it
Oh, oh-oh, don't you let 'em take control
And don't you let 'em break your soul
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on your floor
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
One eye on the clock
One eye on the mirror
Take a step through your thoughts
Is it getting clearer?
If they follow you whenever night falls
Will you still listen to my call
Who do you trust to knowing it all?
Or knowing it all?
Don't think twice
You'll be dead in a second
Turn your eyes
From your hands to the heavens
Kill your pride
Turn your fear to a weapon
And don't you forget it
Oh, oh-oh, don't you let 'em take control
And don't you let 'em break your soul
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on your floor
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
Tell me that you hate me
Yeah, I heard it all before
There is a life here for the taking
Is it mine or is it yours?
All I am is what you make me
You're on both sides of the war
It's not the devil that you're facing
It's just your shadow on the floor
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-whoa-oh-oh
Prompt: A pencil and charcoal line sketch portrait of a beautiful young girl, big brown sparkling eyes, slight smile, fantasy clothes, messy hairstyle, intricate details and precisely drawn cross-hatching lines throughout the drawing, bold lines, no hands showing
Prompt: Vivid depiction of a complex emotional journey, intertwining themes of love, self-sabotage, redemption, and acceptance, intricate emotions portrayed through visual storytelling, surreal dreamlike landscapes, abstract representation of inner turmoil, contrasting light and dark symbolism, ethereal color palette with pops of vibrant hues, dynamic composition with fluid movement, symbolic elements like running figures and hunting motifs, metaphorical use of nature and urban settings, digital mixed media fusion, evocative and introspective atmosphere, by Salvador Dali and Yayoi Kusama, Behance.
Prompt: Vivid depiction of a complex emotional journey, intertwining themes of love, self-sabotage, redemption, and acceptance, intricate emotions portrayed through visual storytelling, surreal dreamlike landscapes, abstract representation of inner turmoil, contrasting light and dark symbolism, ethereal color palette with pops of vibrant hues, dynamic composition with fluid movement, symbolic elements like running figures and hunting motifs, metaphorical use of nature and urban settings, digital mixed media fusion, evocative and introspective atmosphere, by Salvador Dali and Yayoi Kusama, Behance.
Prompt: Lonely stranger
Who are you?
Interchanger
Passing through
Loveless victim
Holding on
Insides twisted
All along
Can’t see
My reflection
Nothing Left
To recognize
Here I stand
No connection
A foreign place
With no allies
Lucid visions
cloud my mind
Violent collision
Intertwined
Imagination
Control the time
in this moment
You’re all mine
Can’t see
My reflection
Nothing Left
To recognize
Here I stand
No connection
A foreign place
With no allies
Here I stand
Interchanger
Passing through
Passing through
Interchanger
Passing through
Passing through
Passing through
Interchanger
Passing through
Passing through
Passing through
Here I stand
Interchanger
Passing through
Passing through
Prompt: Moonlit forest clearing, mysterious fog, ancient ruins, full moon casting eerie light, towering trees with twisted branches, silver weapons gleaming, hooded figure in leather armor, intense gaze, werewolf emerging from shadows, fur bristling, glowing eyes, dynamic action pose, dramatic shadows, dark and earthy color palette, digital painting, fantasy realism, detailed textures, by Brom and Justin Gerard, Artstation.
Prompt: Enigmatic woman draped in somber black attire, reminiscent of a grieving widow, wandering through labyrinthine ancient corridors, cradling a fragile bloom, melodiously singing. Surroundings adorned with flickering torchlight, illuminating weathered stone walls hewn from valley rocks, resonating with whispers of bygone eras. Character, Kyre Sora, the Siren Lady, embodies sophistication with a pallid complexion, gleaming golden eyes, and cascading locks. Ambiance exudes a blend of grand fantasy tinged with sorrow, highlighting beauty and poise. Elaborate embellishments in garments and environment, teeming with emotional intricacies, crafting a tableau of haunting allure and wistfulness. Envision a dark hood and cloak shrouding her form. Executed in a fantasy painting style, whether through digital artistry or intricate pencil sketches.
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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