Prompt: Masterpiece 3D render digital art photostudio quality Just a sprinkle of magic dust, a sprig of mistle toe, backdrop forest winter landscape, beautiful face by tom bagshaw by anne dittmann. Deep blue eyes, long golden curly locks of hair
Prompt: Out of the blackness came a hand, or was it her imagination? The smoky shape extended from the heart of Granger’s bonfire. She closed her eyes. Instantly there was a memory of the billowing flames, the voice of the fire answering her thoughts. “Who are you?” the girl whispered, wanting to trust the voice. She had heard it before, calling to her, comforting her. “I am the Maker of Doors,” the voice replied. “And you are my Riddler.” Bumps formed along her arms. “Maker of Doors?”
“Too long you have run,” it answered. Hayley concentrated on the image of flames in her mind, slowly picking out the parts. There was a man, no two men, Granger and… Rob’s father. They stood on the edge of a cliff, their eyes locked in a battle of wills.
In the next instant the vision went dark, but a great roar of light revealed a drop of blood, Sandy crying out as he clutched his side. “You are not who you pretend to be,” Sandwood whispered through the fire. His voice faded on the wind. “He is wearing your mask,” the prophecy said in her mind. Hayley’s eyes flickered open. The pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fuze, an explosion of sparks and colors in her mind. Robert Sandwood was no ordinary man. The Grangers were not ordinary. Suddenly it all made sense, and Hayley let out a breath. There were three parts at play, three factions split long ago. John and Deputy Hanes didn’t care which Granger died first, as long as in the end, there were none left. Granger wanted her dead for his own purposes, but the third faction wanted to use her like it used him, a nameless villain. “Is it the Illusioner, or his master?” wondered the girl. But this mattered little, for in the morning his army would march upon Rivertow, washing with fire everything she cared about. How could she save them?
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
Prompt: Faerie Queen
Oh dark eyes
Help me see
Just one look
She is gone
Look on me
We are one
Fading with the setting sun
As the willow bows
To her majesty
All the forest flowers
Love her mystery
Who would not admire
Who could not adore
Who does not desire
Who wishes to see more?
Prompt: She was filled with a darkness so intense, it was inevitable that some of it would spill over. She would look at you with those strangely colored eyes, and you would want to run.
Prompt: Male Portrait fantasy comics painting of a young charming man aquiline profiled male, a rugged manly captain dressed in black and brass with beautifully noble handsome face and long red hair tinted gold in sunlight aboard Steampunk flying ship above clouds, aerial view of steampunk city in background.
Prompt: Song of Nayda
Beware O hunter
Your time comes near
There is one song yet to gather.
From the four corners of the earth
I brought them here
All the old songs.
I will drink the wine of old
And wield the Dark Song in my heart
But from you, O hunter,
Life will part
To rule the songs
I need your heart.
Prompt: Just so you know, you can have anything you want
You can have all the love you want
You can take all the time you want
Just so you know
You can have anything you want
You can have love, give it a shot
You can take all the time you want
Just so you know
Prompt: Just so you know, you can have anything you want
You can have all the love you want
You can take all the time you want
Just so you know
You can have anything you want
You can have love, give it a shot
You can take all the time you want
Just so you know
Prompt: Faerie Queen
As the willow bows
To her majesty
All the forest flowers
Love her mystery
Who would not admire
Who could not adore
Who does not desire
Who wishes to see more?
Prompt: Come all ye fools and vagabonds, rags tattered and spent, for mountains lie beyond the sea where no man ventured yet, to the exiled king and outlaw lord, to whom justice was fair, come ye all by ancient road, where evil haunts the lair, come to the place where the whisper is heard, neath a summer-set sky, in the dark a light will shine, in the song of Lorrelai
Prompt: When the wind shakes leaves and snow tops trees, when the cold blows down over field and town, painted pictures pure of ice endure, footprints, snow lost, winter, Jack Frost
Come and lay your head down on your bed, while the cold brushstrokes form icy oaks, winter, fading, Jack Frost, painting
Prompt: When the wind shakes leaves and snow tops trees, when the cold blows down over field and town, painted pictures pure of ice endure, footprints, snow lost, winter, Jack Frost
Come and lay your head down on your bed, while the cold brushstrokes form icy oaks, winter, fading, Jack Frost, painting
Prompt: My heart rages around like an ocean in my head, because there are so many things that I left unsaid. I can almost feel you walking in the distance, but I know that is not reality. If you are echoing around inside these parallel dimensions all along, know I’ll find you in my dreams.
Prompt: Delicate Simbelmyne flowers, ethereal white petals, blooming on Rohan's rolling hills, gentle breeze, ancient graveyard backdrop, soft morning light filtering through mist, dew-kissed petals, intricate details on blooms, subtle greenery, serene and mystical atmosphere, fantasy realm inspiration, evoking a sense of peace and remembrance, digital painting, high resolution, by Alan Lee and John Howe, Artstation.
Prompt: Ethereal landscape, fractured reality, mysterious illusions, creeping shadows, eerie trees, forbidden land, doors to the unknown, riddles and mysteries, dark horizon, surreal atmosphere, haunting presence, fantasy realm, digital art, intricate details, dark and mystical color palette, dramatic lighting, inspired by H.R. Giger and Zdzisław Beksiński, ArtStation.
Prompt: Gothic cathedral interior, dimly lit, stained glass windows casting colorful light patterns, intricate stone carvings, high vaulted ceilings, flickering candlelight, eerie atmosphere, haunting echoes, mysterious shadows, ornate wooden pews, ghostly figures in the background, religious symbols, dramatic perspective, dark and moody color palette, detailed realism, by Zdzisław Beksiński, Artstation.
Prompt: Lush Amazon rainforest setting, towering trees, vibrant foliage, exotic flowers, dense undergrowth, ancient ruins of Petra nestled among the greenery, moss-covered stones, intricate carvings, mysterious atmosphere, shafts of sunlight filtering through the canopy, toucans and macaws perched on branches, hidden waterfalls in the background, earthy tones with pops of rich greens, detailed and realistic digital painting, skilled use of light and shadow, by artists inspired by nature and ancient architecture, Artstation.
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.
