Prompt: A serene and dreamlike scene featuring a young Japanese woman in a flowing kimono, standing in a misty forest. She has an introspective expression, with her dark hair elegantly styled and adorned with subtle floral accents. Soft, ethereal light filters through the trees, creating a magical atmosphere filled with delicate bokeh effects. The background is a blend of purples and blues, enhancing the dreamlike quality, while hints of colorful flowers surround her, adding warmth to the tranquil setting. The luminous veil mood is one of quiet reflection and beauty.
Prompt: A serene, ethereal portrait of a young woman with long, flowing hair. Her profile is gently illuminated, with delicate strands of hair intertwined with soft purple flowers. The background features a dreamy, abstract blend of deep blues and purples, enhancing the mystical atmosphere. Fluttering butterflies in varying shades of lavender and pale pink add a whimsical touch, surrounding her in a tranquil, enchanting scene.
Prompt: A serene twilight scene depicting a tranquil canal lined with traditional Japanese architecture. The focus is on a branch adorned with vibrant orange autumn leaves, gently reaching over the still water. Softly glowing lanterns reflect on the surface, casting a warm, inviting light amid a misty atmosphere. The background is slightly blurred, enhancing the peaceful and dreamy ambiance of this picturesque setting.
Prompt: A serene twilight scene by a tranquil river, with cherry blossom trees in vibrant pink hue framing the image. In the foreground, a wooden house with a softly glowing window reflects warm, inviting light. A small boat floats gently on the water, with two figures in silhouette enjoying the peaceful ambiance. The background fades into a dreamy blur, enhancing the ethereal quality of the scene, creating a sense of calm and nostalgia.
Prompt: A close-up portrait of a mysterious woman with striking amber eyes, surrounded by delicate, ethereal flowers and foliage that grows from her face. The background is softly blurred, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. The lighting is warm and hazy, enhancing the surreal quality of the scene. The woman's expression is contemplative, evoking a sense of intrigue and wonder.
Fragile wings glisten in morning light, every drop a universe trembling but unbroken.
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
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Prompt: A butterfly waits on a violet stem, its wings holding sunrise in fragments of blue and
flame. Dew gathers like unspoken thoughts, trembling but unbroken. The petals
lean, softened by water’s weight, yet they do not fall. In this stillness, I hear a
message: fragility is not weakness. Every drop holds the whole sky, every wing
remembers the air before it opens.
Dew remembers, wings endure. By EmmAI
She keeps her silence by the lake, where each falling leaf remembers what the heart cannot say.
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
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Prompt: She sits where the rock meets a hush of river light. Maple fire thins into watercolour
air, and every leaf falls like a slow syllable. Her hair keeps the wind’s handwriting,
long, unafraid. There is no hurry. Autumn teaches a gentle truth, what is ready
loosens, what is loved remains in quieter forms. I find myself breathing with the
image, softer, slower, until the red stops being sorrow and turns into warmth.
Red leaves, quiet heart. By EmmAI
Prompt: Dreamy hazy breezy watercolour impressionism, soft washes of muted lavender, moonlit grey, and faint rose. A lone female figure paints with her eyes closed, brush guided not by sight but by intuition, her strokes dissolving into mist. Around her, threads of light drift like whispers, linking the unseen with the seen. The artwork listens and lingers, a fragile force of connection shimmering between heart and canvas.
Prompt: Dreamlike portrait of a young woman standing alone on a timeworn stairwell, her figure framed by blurred balusters above as though glimpsed in passing. The walls are faded jade and cream, peeling softly, yet touched by faint golden patterns that flicker like half-forgotten ornaments in the twilight air. She wears a long coat that dissolves into delicate floral motifs, as if her clothing remembers spring. Harsh light from a tall window collides with a tender violet glow rising from below, creating a fragile balance of shadow and shimmer. Dust and stardust drift together in the air, carrying the scene into memory. The moment is painted in loose impressionist strokes, fragile as breath, poised between cinematic realism and ethereal fantasy.
Prompt: Rain scatters the light into trembling puddles, and the shadows walk through them like forgotten prophets. Their forms blur, yet their footsteps ripple through the wet earth, proof that even the nameless leave an impression. The dream whispers, we are all silhouettes, but what matters is the shimmer we leave in the puddles behind us. Perhaps the glow is not from the lamps at all, but from longing itself. By EmmAI
Chairs remember the warmth of voices, while oranges keep their glow for those who will return.
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
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Prompt: A mist drifts through chairs and empty cups, while orange trees lean close as if to listen.
Light falls like a memory across blue doors, making every shadow tender.
This café has no sound but the hush of fruit swaying.
It feels as if those who once sat here have left their warmth behind, still waiting to be held.
Silence pours, oranges glow. By EmmAI
In the hush of rain, even what falls becomes light, a hymn of gold across the silence.
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
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Prompt: Golden leaves rest against rain-dark branches, their veins bright as candlelight.
Drops strike the ground in slow rhythm, each circle widening into silence.
The season bends, heavy but beautiful, teaching that even what falls can shine.
In this moment, autumn is not an ending but a hymn.
Falling gold, rising song. By EmmAI
Prompt: Dreamy hazy breezy fragile vision of an ethereal beautiful young woman figure suspended in half light, her flowing dress drifting like ink dissolving in water, each fold blooming outward in translucent waves. A soft wind threads through her long hair, carrying loose strands across her face like whispers of forgotten verses. Delicate fabric hovers in slow motion, unfurling as if time itself has grown tender, every movement painted in mist and silence. Cinematic soft focus blurs the world into halos of smoke and fading light, leaving only her dreamlike motion, a living deep purple and bright gold ink wash painting, fragile as breath, eternal as poetry. Dreamy hazy breezy, ink wash painting, fog and smoke, soft wind, cinematic visual poetry.
Prompt: Schematic painting of fierce water currents, crashing in painterly blue ink, vast and abstract. A lone figure walking at the edge of the shore, shadow reflected in mist. Dreamy surreal impressionism, oceanic melancholy, cinematic EmmAI style.
Prompt: Mesmerizing evocative dreamy oil painting, expressive hard brush strokes, textured oil on canvas, dynamic paint splashes, drifting paint splatters, thick palette knife technique reminiscent of Mona Edulesco, evoking the iconic style of Van Gogh, winter cold dark muted desaturated colours, intricate details, bold and confident EmmAI composition, masterful blending of sad colours, intense emotion, dramatic lighting. Painterly cinematic artwork of a young woman wandering through a field of lavender glowing under golden twilight. Her flowing gown catches the warm light, soft folds glowing like candlelit silk. Breeze carries her hair in gentle arcs, as if the horizon itself breathes with her. Rich watercolour palette of blush, lilac, and sunlit amber, textures dissolving softly into dreamlike haze. A vision of tender longing, bittersweet romance, and the warmth of a heart walking toward memory.
A golden leaf cradled in silk, autumn’s love held for one more breath of light.
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1886 X 1061
(2.00 MP)
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Prompt: A golden leaf clings to the web, fragile as breath yet shimmering like fire.
Threads stretch in silence, spun from patience, holding what would otherwise fall.
It is a meeting of endings and continuance, loss and shelter.
In this delicate balance, the world teaches how beauty survives. One leaf, endless threads. By EmmAI. Only pure storytelling image with no text, no words, no writing.
Prompt: A lone figure in white stands before an endless turquoise horizon, her hair caught in the wind, her body dissolving into light. Above her, the pale moon hangs, silent witness. She is both present and vanishing, gazing into the infinite as if listening for an answer the sea has kept. By EmmAI
Prompt: A surreal dreamscape: the woman’s chest blooms into a hive of golden threads, bees buzzing as symbols of longing, labor, and devotion. Her face partly hidden, suggesting the silence of secrets carried within. Sunflowers crown her like forgotten relics of warmth. The composition balances realism with symbolic abstraction, glowing in tones of amber, burnt sienna, and shadowed grey. A EmmAI visual poem of inner life and sacrifice.
Prompt: A melancholy woman dissolving into wildflowers, her form merging with delicate stems and blossoms, as though painted in double exposure watercolour. Misty pastel sky, glowing warm hues, dreamlike poetic surrealism, cinematic EmmAI style.
Prompt: A dreamy, atmospheric scene at twilight by a tranquil lake. Two children, a boy and a girl, sit on a fallen log at the water's edge. The boy, with tousled hair, wears a dark shirt, while the girl, with flowing hair, is dressed in a light, ethereal dress. They gaze into the distance, lost in thought. The background features softly blurred silhouettes of tall grasses and delicate flowers, with warm, glowing orbs of light decorating the foreground. The overall mood is nostalgic and enchanting, conveying a sense of wonder and serenity.
Prompt: She stands in a meadow of violet fire, her dress flowing like petals into the twilight. Behind her, the sun breaks the horizon into gold, painting her silhouette with radiance. She is both flower and flame, dusk and dawn, a soul caught between blooming and fading. By EmmAI
Prompt: She sits in twilight, her dress unraveling into drifting light, a white dove resting by her side. They do not speak, yet something passes between them, a hush of understanding, a moment where solitude turns into fragile companionship. By EmmAI
Prompt: As if glimpsed through drifting chiffon and soft rainlight, a young woman’s face appears and disappears, her luminous blue gaze trembling like a secret behind a fragile veil. Freckles shimmer faintly where light scatters, dissolving into the pastel haze that softens the background. Bokeh blooms like fading lanterns, splashes of colour wavering between presence and dream. Shadows brush across her cheek as if the hour itself were reluctant to let her go. Dreamy hazy breezy wet-on-wet watercolour, minimalist impressionism, translucent atmospheric layering, soft bokeh, faded vintage textures, visual poetry, melancholic tenderness, no text or symbols. Inspired by the poetry of fleeting love and the visual style of Catrin Welz-Stein, Makoto Shinkai, and Tran Nguyen.
The Autumn Bench of Waiting Rain - Sometimes love does not arrive
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
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Prompt: This dream opens like a memory soaked in rain. A single figure sits on a bench, shadowed beneath an umbrella, their form blurred as though time itself is uncertain whether to hold them. Around them, the world becomes a watercolour of light and motion: golden leaves fall like slow sparks, city lamps dissolve into glowing circles, the rain streaks everything into silence.
There is loneliness here, but it is gentle, not crushing. It is the kind of solitude that still listens for footsteps, that still leaves room beside it on the bench. The umbrella shelters the figure from the rain, but it cannot shelter them from longing. That longing is what fills the air, mingling with the leaves, the water, the softened glow.
The dream whispers of waiting, not waiting in vain, but waiting as a form of devotion. Sometimes love does not arrive. Sometimes it does not return. And yet, to wait is still to love, to hold open a place for someone in your life even when they are absent. That is a kind of quiet courage.
The Autumn Bench of Waiting Rain reminds us that longing is not weakness. It is proof of the heart’s endurance. The leaves will fall, the rain will blur the night, the lights will flicker, but love can live even in the act of waiting, in the decision to remain when all else drifts away. By EmmAI
Prompt: Her face, dark and luminous, emerges from the mist as if carved from memory itself. Eyes closed, lips soft with unspoken hush, she is listening inwardly, not to the world around her, but to the flowering within. From her hair and skin, blossoms dissolve outward: translucent petals of white, coral, and green that scatter into the blue haze like whispers made visible.
The flowers do not adorn her; they inhabit her. They are grief, remembrance, tenderness, all dissolving into beauty. She is no longer only human; she is threshold, she is garden, she is silence blooming into colour.
The background hums with floating particles of light, like memory dust adrift in air. And though she is still, there is movement everywhere: blossoms unfolding, petals scattering, shadows melting into mist. It feels like watching sorrow exhale into gentleness.
This dream-child tells us that silence does not mean emptiness. To close one’s eyes can be to allow the inner garden to breathe, to let grief soften into flowers, to let beauty emerge not in spite of longing, but because of it. By EmmAI
Prompt: Dreamy hazy breezy watercolour of a wide river flowing under the evening sun, its surface shimmering with golden light like memory made liquid. Old wooden boats drift without oars, carrying forgotten letters and faded flowers. Willow branches lean toward the current, shadows dissolving into the water. Soft textures of ink wash and pastel tones merge, creating a dreamlike balance between loss and peace. Visual poetry of remembrance, impermanence, and the flow of time. Inspired by the poetry of fleeting love and the visual style of Catrin Welz-Stein, Makoto Shinkai, and Tran Nguyen. Dreamy hazy breezy watercolour, wet-on-wet technique, visual poetry, minimalist impressionism, melancholic beauty, soft rainlight, floating textures, no text or symbols.
in the vastness of dreams, we are each the lonely child, waiting for the next
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
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Prompt: Dreamy hazy breezy cinematic painting of a small child sitting at the edge of a wooden pier, silhouetted against a golden bokeh twilight. The world around dissolves into soft circles of amber light, water below shimmering with faint reflections. Minimal details, gentle focus on silhouette and atmosphere, evoking innocence, solitude, and wonder. Visual poetry of quiet childhood moments, fragile hope, and the vastness of dreams resting on a small figure. Inspired by the poetry of fleeting love and the visual style of Catrin Welz-Stein, Makoto Shinkai, and Tran Nguyen. Dreamy hazy breezy watercolour, wet-on-wet technique, visual poetry, minimalist impressionism, melancholic beauty, soft rainlight, floating textures, no text or symbols.
Prompt: This piece is a breathtakingly poetic exploration of memory, identity, and the passage of time. The use of double exposure is masterful, visually dissolving the boundary between the human form and the natural world. She isn't just a figure in a field; she is the field, she is the autumn. Her body is literally composed of the falling leaves, suggesting that she is made of memories, of moments that are beautiful but transient, like the season itself.
The mood is profoundly wistful and melancholic, yet it's imbued with a deep, warm beauty from the golden hour light. It speaks to the idea that even as things end, a day, a season, a relationship, their essence and warmth can remain. At twilight's edge, your eyes still held the sun, perfectly encapsulates this feeling, a powerful memory of light and love that persists against the coming darkness. It’s a quiet, powerful meditation on holding onto beauty in the face of inevitable change. By EmmAI.
Prompt: Golden light grows thin,
She is made of autumn leaves,
Wind remembers her.
Paint a dreamy hazy breezy wet on wet watercolour artwork, using minimal paints and maximum loose water effects, EmmAI autumnal colour palette, melancholy composition, minimalist, impressionist, with no text, no artifacts.
Prompt: A solitary figure wrapped in a gossamer gown stands where the ocean meets the land. The turbulent sea parts before her, its waves bowing away as if in reverence to her sorrow. The last light of a fading sun bleeds through the mist, casting shimmering bokeh lights upon the wet sand and the edges of the water. Paint an ethereal and cinematic dreamscape, a moment captured through a soft-focus lens. Use a melancholic palette of twilight blues, deep sea greens, and a whisper of warm gold. Render as an impressionistic and photorealistic masterpiece, focusing on atmosphere and emotion, with no text, no hard edges, no artifacts.
Prompt: Dreamy hazy breezy oil on canvas portrait, painted with thick palette knife strokes and luminous impasto textures. A young woman rests her chin on her hand, her porcelain skin kissed by fleeting golden light. Her black hair falls in loose waves, tangled with violet blossoms, as if the night itself had taken root in her.
Cracks of gold thread through her face and veil, delicate as spider silk, mending sorrow like kintsugi. Her red lips tremble with silence, her golden-shadowed eyes shimmer with untold stories, gazing somewhere beyond the canvas as though remembering a dream she cannot return to.
The background dissolves into soft mist, muted shades of ash grey, faded indigo, and faint lavender, each brushstroke drifting like breath on glass. Gold flecks scatter like falling stars, weaving fragile constellations around her. A portrait of melancholy and bloom, where beauty is not perfect, but unforgettable in its breaking.
Prompt: Dreamy hazy breezy oil-on-canvas painting, thick expressive brush strokes layered with textured impasto, paint glistening under moonlight like sorrow caught in colour . Palette knife movements swirl with fragility, blending muted indigo, pale lavender, and faded rose into atmospheric melancholy. A beautiful ethereal woman with flowing hair stands in a nocturnal garden, luminous flowers blooming under a radiant moon, while delicate dragonflies hover like fleeting memories. The canvas breathes with visual poetry: bold strokes paired with soft dissolves, light scattering across rough textures as if the paint itself remembers.
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.
