Prompt: When your day is long and the night is yours alone. When you're sure you've had enough of this life. Well, hang on, don't let yourself go cause everybody cries. Everybody hurts sometimes sometimes sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along when your day is night. Hold on, if you feel like letting go hold on. If you think you've had too much of this life will hang on cause everybody hurts, take comfort in your friends. Everybody hurts don't throw your handif you feel you're alone every.
Body hurts sometimes.
Prompt: And she was lying in the grass and she could hear the highway breathing and she could see a nearby factory.She's making sure she is not dreaming.
See the lights of a neighbor's house now.She's starting to rise.Take a minute to concentrate and she opens up her eyes.
The world was moving.She was right there with it and she was the world was moving things.She was floating above it and she was and she was.
And she was drifting through the backyard and she was taking off her dress and she was moving very slowly rising up above the earth.
Moving into the universe and she's drifting this way and that not touching the ground it all and she's up above the yard.
The world was moving.She was right there with it and she was the world was moving.She was floating above it and she was and she was Proud about it, no doubt about it.She isn't sure about what she's done.No time to think about what she's done and she was.
And she was looking at herself and things were looking like a movie.She had a pleasant elevation.She's moving out in all directions.
Joining the world of missing persons and she was missing enough to feel all right and she was.
Prompt: So you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain? Can you tell a Green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil. Do you think you can tell. did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts ,hot Ashes for trees. Hot air for a cool breeze. Cold comfort for change. Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I Wish ,how I wish you were here. We're just 2 lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year ,running over the same old ground. What have we found the same old fears? Wish you were here.
Prompt: Well, she was an American Girl raised on promises. She couldn't help thinking that there was a little more to life somewhere else. After all, it was a great big world with lots of places to run to and if she had to die trying, there was one little promise she was gonna keep. Oh yeah, all right, take it easy baby make it last all night. She was an American Girl.
Well, it was kind of cold that night. She stood alone on her balcony. she could hear The Cars go by, out on 441 like the Waves crashing on the beach and for one desperate moment there he crept back in Her Memory. God, it's so painful when something that's so close.It's still so far out of reach.Oh yeah, alright, take it easy Baby make it last all night.
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) drawn with ink and a scratching, splashing, blotting quill pen, irregular stroke, squiggly line, evocative. colored with bright aquarelle, splatter, overspray of color. Create the dynamic image of a modern young blonde vietnamese woman standing in the café carriage of a train. The blonde hair of the vietnamese woman is loosely styled in a bun with many loose tendrils framing her face. The vietnamese woman wears a revealing saggy t-shirt and torn shorts with a small carabiner in a belt-loop. She is watching by the window and she looks at the ghost of a beautiful young Italian woman with long, dark hair, in place of her reflection on the window. The beautiful ghost of the italian girl wears just dungarees on her naked bare skin, she has long dark wavy hair, long beautiful legs, flip flops on her beautiful feet. She is transparent and has a faint spectral iridiscent sparkling shimmer. On the other side of the room there is a third woman, a beautiful ethereal caucasian woman wearing light nineteenth century clothing from the victorian style, with many intricate lacy patterns and naked bare shoulders. She has has carefully styled hair with many braids and feathers, in rainbow colours, and with locks framing her pensive face. She is watching the vietnamese woman from afar, while drinking something warm from a cup. She is sitting and softly smiling, and she would welcome sharing the moment with the vietnamese woman but she dares not interrupt. Declining afternoon light. Masterpiece, gorgeous, beautiful, awe striking, breath taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique, HD,style of by zettel and by eryn. Today is a day were two universes collide. The sky outside the train stormy and indigo with rain drawing near, but a sense of warmth and hope that the future might just be good, for once.
Prompt: A neo steampunk beautiful ethereal woman dressed in nineteenth century clothes with lacy intricate patterns is playing a console video game on a futuristic engine in a massive victorian style room. Her light clothing lets us see plenty of her skin and could even be called suggestive. The contrast between eras is strengthened by a clash of colours and drawing styles, but at the same time they both seem to resonate in harmony. She's in a place outside of time. Many vivid and vibrant colours everywhere around the woman and the machine, but softer tones on the sides of the picture. In the background, a cosmis canvas of stars and galaxies suggest we are in a steampunk inspired spaceship from a period where no space ship should have existed. In the blonde hair of the woman with many many braids headphones in a victorian style could easily be mistaken with jewelery or vice-versa. She's playing with a pad that looks very ancient but also very refined by a very skilled craftsperson. She seems to enjoy herself very much, but also to be using videogames to escape her weird reality. On the screen of the nineteenth-century inspired display device, the video game seems to be of our modern-day reality.
Prompt: She's watching by the window as the landscape unfolds. In the train carriage there is very little orange light, from a very small and frail candle on the table between me and her, that makes it seem like the shadows are distorted overall. Some shadows are sitting in other benches a bit far from her and in the dark but their faces are enshrouded in darkness. Outside there are formless fields or meadows under an absent moon, with threatening trees washed by the heavy rain. Ultradetailed raindrops on the glass window in front of her. In the shadows she's radiant in a soft way. The skin of her bare shoulders and of her beautiful ethereal face creates very subtle sparks of light. And her eyes, her eyes are foggy but also bright rainbow bubles where worlds and stars and universes are being born. But shh, it's a secret. by eryn. Her clothes with intricate lacy patterns are from the nineteenth century and she has very artistfully braided dark hairs intertwined with many blueish dark feathers and adorned with black jewelry and very refined silver circlets. Many tendrils on the side of her face. She could be anyone, but she most probably is not. In her hair a delicate silver pin evokes infinity.
Prompt: In the centre of the picture, two beautiful caucasian women are talking together in a café on the beach, and we look at them from the side. Both are wearing nineteenth century inspired clothing with intricate lacy patterns, both with bare shoulders. The woman on the left has long fair hair and is speaking with an expressive face. She is looking at the woman on the right. The woman on the right has rainbow hair with braids and locks around her face. She's smiling softly but her eyes are watching a kite flying on the far left of the picture on a deserted beach near the sea. No one is holding this kite. There is no one on this part of the beach. On the far right of the picture, we see a memory of the woman on the right. She dreams of a young child who played with the same kind of kite on a joyful day in the past. The colour palette is cold where the lonely kite is. The colours on the right, where a kid is holding a kite, are warm and vivid and vibrant. by eryn. The overall atmosphere is melancholy hidden behind a smile. Memories that won't fade away.
Prompt: Night of burning revenge. Seen from afar. A woman is walking through a crowd of crimson-cloaked hooded women and of men wearing all-black clothes, passing by multiple massive pyramidal pyres of books that are burning on the central round cobblestone plaza of a nineteenth-century inspired village. The woman is the same size than other characters and is seen from the side (profile view) as she's examining one of the pyres in dismay. She seems small compared to the burning piles. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. The hood of her cloak is off her hair in a cute way. Twinkles swirling around through the plaza and in the air, crescent blue moon up in the sky. Warm breeze in her short hair and around her eyes. The woman was a young beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of the flames. Vulnerable. Cold sweat on her neck. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken. In the background over a small platform, an other, older woman is sitting on a comfortable-looking armchair, with mid-length white hair with a black hairpin and a stern look. The older woman wears a blue heavy dress with a red small mantle covering her shoulders. Very intricate drawing patterns. Mood of knowledge silently passing by and disappearing into the night. Night of cold madness.
Prompt: Night of burning revenge. Seen from afar. A woman is entering a crowd of frenzied fanatic-looking crimson-cloaked hooded women and of men wearing all-black clothes. We see her from the back, with people in her immediate vicinity at the same level she is. First person perspective. She's moving towards a massive pyramidal pyre of books that are burning on the central round cobblestone plaza of a nineteenth-century inspired village. She's examining the pyre in dismay. She seems small compared to the burning pile. She has white-grey damaged messy short hair, remnants of a few carefully styled wavy braids, greasy white skin. She wears a heavy crimson coat over a coarse beige-grey tunic with heavy lining and intricate pattern. The hood of her cloak is off her hair in a cute way. Twinkles swirling around through the plaza and in the air, crescent blue moon up in the sky. Warm breeze in her short hair and around her eyes. The woman was a young beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with a cute alluring profile, grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin on the hands and forearms. White skin in the shaky lights of the flames. Vulnerable. Cold sweat on her neck. By eryn. She looks sad, tired, broken and heart-broken. In the background over a small platform, an other, older woman is sitting on a comfortable-looking armchair, with mid-length white hair with a black hairpin and a stern look. The older woman wears a blue heavy dress with a red small mantle covering her shoulders. Very intricate drawing patterns. Mood of knowledge silently passing by and disappearing into the night. Night of cold madness.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In a dark-lit room with nineteenth-century walls and a cell-like apperance, no objects except the bed, full-body view of a frightened shivering fevered woman sleeping. She is on a very rough bed in nineneteenth century inspired under clothes soaking with sweat with very intricate lacy patterns. No sheets. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair and vibrant rainbow locks in carefully styled thin braids. White skin in the shaky lights of a unique candle. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin. By eryn. In her dream above her, a massive burning pile of fire is fighting a frail bubble of rainbow energy. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing mood Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In the centre of a large nineteenth-century cobblestone place with grim lights, on a wooden scaffold, a woman lies on the ground, shackled, head down, broken by fate. She is covered head-to-toe with a heavy burgundy cape. Very rough pattern on the cape and hood. Underneath she wears very rough conservative grey nineteenth-century clothes with many lose threads. She was a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair. From the tips of her unmade styled thin braids, tears of rainbow colors are slowly dripping into the ground and disappearing between the stones and under the wooden scaffold, fading into the shadows. By eryn. Her face is hidden under her heavy dripping wet hair, she looks so small, so frail and so tired. Rain is pouring from the dark, dark sky. The music has stopped. All around the scaffold a crowd is watching in dismay with red-hooded adult women seen from the back, small hooded children seen from the back, as well as black-nineteenth-century-uniformed men seen from the back and with grey hair. Above her in black letter on the wall, under the sad terrified sky, is engraved a massive text in crimson letters: "SHAME". Very intricate drawing patterns. Very oppressing silence. Impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In the middle of a massive cobblestone plazza at night in pitch dark, a red-cloaked hooded woman is sleeping on the floor on her side, chained to a wooden post. We don't see her face. Thick darkness all around, no lights. Fading stars in the sky. Above her another hooded person is kneeling softly, enshrouded in darkness and tending to her. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin. By eryn. Oppressing mood Impending doom beside them. One lonely rainbow shooting star.
Prompt: Masterpiece, awe-striking, eye-catcher. In the centre of a large nineteenth-century cobblestone place with grim lights, a woman has removed and is defiantly tearing down and slamming down on the ground a large burgundy piece of clothing with great energy. The fabric is moving in the sky like a big crimson crescent. Underneath she wears very damaged white-grey panties with very big holes and very intricate lacy patterns. She's a beautiful ethereal caucasian alluring woman with grey-blue eyes and a pointy nose and dark disheveled hair and vibrant rainbow locks in carefully styled thin braids. By eryn. She looks so small despite all the fury she's softly letting out, so frail it's disheartening. She's shaking. White skin in the shaky light of day. Darker old-bruise-like spots on the skin. A puddle of rainbow rain lies on the ground where the red cape touches the ground. Around her a crowd is watching in dismay. In the crowd there are red-hooded adult women and small hooded children, as well as black-nineteenth-century-uniformed men with grave looks and greying hair. She's revolting, at the cost of her life. Very intricate drawing patterns. Oppressing winds. Dimmed sun in the grey sky. Their world coming to an end, impending doom and darkness eating at everything beside her. But cosmic synergy. Small breeze of change. A candle at a vibrant rainbow candle on a balcony in the background over the crowd on the left. Some hope?
Prompt: Naoto Hattori, Catrin Welz-Stein, Jacek Yerka and Zdzisław Beksiński style, mixed media, fantastic beasts and where to find them, surreal wonders of magical worlds, by Susanne, vibrant metallic iridescent colors
Prompt: Mujer junto a ventana, interior loft abigarrado de ropa, libros y flores, by Gerald Leslie Brockhurst, by Maruja Mallo, with the dreamy quality of digital artist Loish, and the intricate details of botanical illustrator Ernst Haeckel
Nov 30 2024. Raven in Flight: A Burst of Colorful Energy
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1136 X 904
(1.03 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Delicate palette knife painting, in the style of a famous artist, a suitable backdrop to main subject a raven occupying entire image area background color art
Prompt: A small town in a valley with stars in the sky and a full moon and there’s a small boy with a lantern walking up a path looking down at the town
Prompt: A small house on a hill to the right, and a clif going to the left where you can see a small boy sitting at the edge. And infront of the cliff is a village and it's sunset
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.
