Prompt: “Set fire to the rain”, Water goddess, perfect face, watercolor, wet on wet, splash effect, splash, wearing a head crown made of lion fish, starfish, shells, and pearls, green eyes, by Steve Hanks, 3D image
Prompt: magic winter forest, walking little beautiful fairy child, fantasy jellyfish flying flowers, dark background, blue sepia, 5d rendering, lush fluffy flowers made of turquoise snow, lots of small details, amazing, ultra detail, high resolution
Prompt: Sunset sailboat journey, introspective mood, solitary figure on the shore, distant horizon, crashing waves, seagulls soaring, emotional turmoil, escape fantasy, yearning for freedom, weight of the world, broken dreams, frozen heart, serene escape, seeking solace, emotional release, inner struggles, tranquil waters, golden hour light, reflective atmosphere, cinematic composition, digital artwork, dreamlike setting, pastel color palette, by a fusion of Alex Cherry and Jie Ma, 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 valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue
A maiden fair in despair
Once had met her true love there and she told him
She would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child yet gentle still
And quiet and mild and he loved her
When she would say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose
Ghost of a rose"
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say
"Promise me, when you see
A white rose you'll think of me
I love you so
Never let go
I will be your ghost of a rose"
Prompt: There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!
Prompt: Liquid metal ink sketch of a peaceful scene of several sailboats anchored on calm waters. The boats have different colors and tall masts that reflect in the water. In the background, a red lighthouse stands out from the rest of the landscape. The image creates a sense of tranquillity and harmony.
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: Don’t shed a tear for me, I stand alone
This path of destiny is all my own
Once in the hands of fate there is no choice
An echo on the wind you’ll hear my voice
Some choose to fall behind
Some choose to lead
Some choose a golden path laden with greed
But it’s the nobler heart that makes you strong
And in that heart I’m with you all along
The old village lantern is calling me onward
Leading wherever I go
The old village lantern, a light in the dark
Bringing me closer to home
So when you think of me, do so with pride
Honor and bravery ruled by my side
And I’m your memories I will remain
I will forever be within the flame
Now at the journeys end we’ve traveled far
And all we have to show are battle scars
But in the love we share we will transcend
And I’m that love our journey never ends
Lovely eyes, long flowing locks, pale skin and sad tears
Prompt: A lunar luminescent young girl holding a dainty glowing moon on lap. Girl is sitting down on ocean water surface. Liquid silver ripples reflecting the little girl, cosmic star night background, night time, Jean-Baptiste Mong style,
Prompt: A moonlit seascape with a schooner adrift, dragon-shaped clouds, celestial oceans with starry froth, haunting night ambiance, Doll Molly's narrative, weeping night birds, justice scales in motion, eerie knife in darkness, dark, mysterious figure, silent atmosphere, soulless ship sailing to stars, sins and redemption theme, hellbent pirate moon, ethereal dragon swimming, hidden body, obscured view, evocative storytelling, surreal and atmospheric, deep blues, purples, and blacks, dramatic lighting, by Salvador Dali and Remedios Varo, Artstation.
Prompt: A heartfelt ballad brought to life in a visual masterpiece:
A young sailor with ringlet hair and eyes as black as coal, clad in traditional sailor attire, standing on a ship's deck overlooking the vast ocean. Beside him, a melancholic yet beautiful maiden named Maria, with flowing locks and a sorrowful expression. The scene is set against a dramatic sky with stormy clouds and a hint of impending rain. The ship's sails billow in the wind, and the sailor's gaze is fixed on the distant horizon, symbolizing longing and separation. The setting transitions from a bustling port to the open sea, capturing the essence of departure and yearning. The color palette includes deep blues, grays, and hints of gold to reflect the emotional depth of the lyrics. The lighting is dynamic, casting shadows that evoke a sense of mystery and romance. This visual narrative combines elements of historical romance, maritime adventure, and unrequited love, paying homage to the classic tale of "My Jolly Sailor Bold." The artwork is rendered in a realistic style with intricate details that bring the characters to life, inviting viewers to immerse themselves in the poignant story of love and loss.
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: Beautiful fairy with angelic face and translucent colorful wings standing in a sunlit meadow with flowers and butterflies and trees around it, oil painting.
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: The graveyard lies of secrets kept
Beyond the gates where mothers wept
and the Watcher's eyes of graven grays
stare yet from a vacant
Where nightbirds sing a mournful song
The watcher waits until the dawn
To pull the soulless sleepers through
Til night is gone and pierced in two
And when he sees what no man knows
The watcher wakes to ward the shadows
Prompt: The graveyard lies of secrets kept
Beyond the gates where mothers wept
and the Watcher's eyes of graven grays
stare yet from a vacant
Where nightbirds sing a mournful song
The watcher waits until the dawn
To pull the soulless sleepers through
Til night is gone and pierced in two
And when he sees what no man knows
The watcher wakes to ward the shadows
Prompt: A mesmerizing cosmic odyssey unfolds, featuring a celestial vista teeming with ethereal entities and interconnected spirits. The scene is a symphony of swirling galaxies and radiant star clusters, enveloped in a mystical aura that transcends reality. Vibrant nebulae paint the cosmic canvas with hues of cosmic blues, purples, pinks, and golds, creating a surreal atmosphere of cosmic harmony. Ethereal beings traverse this cosmic landscape, resonating with profound emotional connections and weaving a tale of interconnected souls. Futuristic elements subtly enhance the scene, adding a touch of otherworldly charm to the intricate details. Mesmerizing light effects dance across the composition, illuminating glowing celestial bodies and enhancing the storytelling with a cosmic lighting scheme. This digital masterpiece is crafted with high-resolution precision, showcasing the artistry of a cosmic journey through the boundless wonders of the universe.
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: 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: The graveyard lies of secrets kept
Beyond the gates where mothers wept
and the Watcher's eyes of graven grays
stare yet from a vacant
Where nightbirds sing a mournful song
The watcher waits until the dawn
To pull the soulless sleepers through
Til night is gone and pierced in two
And when he sees what no man knows
The watcher wakes to ward the shadows
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: This is my elegy
of painful scars and memories
this is my lovesong and my fight
this is the lullabye I used to song when you'd cry
as we watched our colors fade into night
(a mothers love)
Prompt: I convinced myself that I was bulletproof
Screamed for help but no one ever heard the truth
Loneliness inside I wait for paradise
But it never came I sat here paralyzed
Fix her face: She had perfect, gorgeous, sparkly eyes, a soft, sad smile.
Prompt: This is my elegy
of painful scars and memories
this is my lovesong and my fight
this is the lullabye I used to song when you'd cry
as we watched our colors fade into night
(a mothers love)
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: a scene representing justice descending from the sky, from the moon, a descent towards the ground, the chariot and the horses come from a corridor coming from the moon in light bluish white clouds and smoke mixed with a few rays of lightning with a bright moon in the background, a gladiator dressed to fight in the arenas standing in the chariot with a helmet that hides his face, bare torso, a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, standing in a golden chariot pulled by two winged white horses with outstretched wings and steel blue eyes galloping. Dark background, profile view, dark clouds in background at edge of image, Sharp Ultra- RAW photography, wlop, sharp focus, style Astrodeum and AlexandraV.Bach, Tom Bagshaw,
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.
