Prompt: A cinematic historical oil painting, a single suspended moment inside a busy medieval riverside tavern. The viewer sits at a wooden table as one of the guests. The tavern is alive with sailors, merchants, travelers, laughter, food, beer, conversations and music, yet all of it becomes only the background for one silent encounter.
A young Dominican friar has just taken a seat near the center of the room after many days on the road. His travel cloak is dusty, his dark brown habit worn, a leather satchel hangs from his shoulder with a thick ancient book partly visible. Beneath the cloak, almost hidden, the hilt of a practical longsword rests against his belt. A pilgrim's staff leans beside the bench. He is about twenty-three, broad-shouldered, powerfully built, slightly heavy from good monastery meals yet unmistakably strong. Thick dark blond hair frames a youthful face where the first signs of manhood appear. His expression is calm, intelligent and quietly amused.
A tavern waitress has stopped beside him while pouring dark ale into his wooden mug. She is strikingly beautiful in a completely natural way, about twenty-five, full-bodied, healthy, dark chestnut hair loosely gathered, deep expressive eyes, sun-kissed skin, wearing a simple dark blue medieval dress with a linen blouse beneath, practical rather than provocative. She knows exactly who he is.
For a single heartbeat she tests him.
Not by seduction, but by confidence.
She offers only the smallest dangerous smile, barely visible, curious, playful, almost respectful. A silent question passes between them: beneath the robe, is he simply a young man... or truly one of the Hounds of God?
The friar immediately understands the game. Without moving, without breaking discipline, he answers with an almost invisible smile of his own—warm, intelligent, completely self-controlled. Neither invitation nor rejection. Only quiet certainty. Their eyes remain locked together for a single timeless moment while nobody else notices.
Behind them life continues naturally. Two rivers meet outside the open terrace. A three-masted ship rests quietly at anchor. Ancient forests cover the distant hills. A stone monastery rises above the trees. Near the docks a blacksmith works beside market stalls and wooden piers. Warm northern summer afternoon light fills the tavern with soft golden tones. Massive oak beams, rough plank floors, heavy wooden tables, clay jugs, roasted meat, bread, fruit and beer create authentic medieval life.
The entire painting is about hidden tension, mutual intelligence, restraint, curiosity, respect, and the dangerous beauty of a conversation that has not yet begun. Museum-quality Old Master oil painting, extraordinary realism, subtle Rembrandt lighting, rich painterly brushwork, natural anatomy, authentic medieval atmosphere, deep perspective, cinematic composition, timeless European historical art.
Prompt: A cinematic masterpiece in the style of the great European historical oil painters. First-person viewpoint from a seated guest inside a large medieval riverside tavern. The viewer sits at a heavy wooden table; a blurred wooden mug, bread and simple food occupy the lower foreground, creating the feeling of being physically present. The entire composition is built around a wide central aisle leading directly toward a young Dominican friar entering the tavern and walking calmly toward the viewer. Every beam, table, bench and perspective line naturally guides the eye to him. Around him life continues naturally: sailors, merchants, fishermen, travelers, rogues and local townsfolk eat, drink, laugh, argue and gamble. Two healthy young tavern maids carrying wooden trays with beer mugs, wine jugs and food quietly cross the aisle without drawing attention away from the friar.
The friar is the unmistakable focal point. About twenty-three years old, broad-shouldered, slightly heavyset from monastery life yet physically strong from long journeys. Dark blond tousled hair, youthful face with the first signs of a beard, calm confident posture. He wears a weathered dark brown Dominican habit beneath a rough traveling cloak. A worn leather satchel hangs from his shoulder with the corner of a thick ancient book visible inside. A practical medieval sword hangs quietly at his left side. In his right hand he carries a long pilgrim's staff. His face shows calm intelligence, quiet compassion and a faint ironic smile. His penetrating eyes remain fixed only on the viewer, as though he has come specifically for the person sitting at this table.
Behind him the open terrace reveals a magnificent medieval river harbor where two rivers merge before flowing toward the distant sea. A three-masted sailing ship rests peacefully at anchor with furled sails. Ancient forests cover both shores. On a wooded hill stands a massive stone monastery or fortress overlooking the valley. To the right, high cliffs descend toward wooden docks, workshops, small market stalls and a busy blacksmith's forge where smoke rises into the warm summer air. Small boats, merchants and craftsmen fill the harbor with quiet everyday activity.
Warm late afternoon sunlight filters softly through the wooden roof, mixing golden highlights with cool blue reflections from the water. Rich painterly textures, museum-quality oil painting, authentic medieval architecture and clothing, extraordinary environmental storytelling, deep atmospheric perspective, natural anatomy, subtle Rembrandt lighting, muted earthy palette, weathered wood, linen fabric, leather, stone, visible air, timeless historical realism. The emotional center is anticipation: everyone continues living an ordinary day except the viewer, who slowly realizes the young Dominican friar has entered this tavern for only one reason—he has come here for you.
Prompt: Masterpiece historical oil painting in the style of the Old Masters, cinematic realism, seamless narrative composition. Inside a humble medieval miller's house, warm candlelight illuminates a heavy oak table where a frightened young miller's wife urgently tells her story to a calm young Dominican friar. The friar is about twenty-three, broad-shouldered, slightly heavyset, wearing a weathered dark brown habit and travel cloak. A worn leather satchel with a thick ancient book rests beside him. His composed expression, quiet intelligence and attentive gaze reveal a man who has already witnessed darker things than ordinary people can imagine. He listens without interruption. Behind the young woman the warm room gradually dissolves into a living memory without visible borders, as if smoke from the fireplace transforms into another world. A moonlit marshland appears beneath a brilliant full moon. A wooden cart loaded with grain stands frozen on a lonely road. Two tired oxen sense danger before the men do. The miller grips a wooden staff while his younger companion stares into the darkness. Around them dozens of wild forest cats silently surround the travelers from fallen trees, twisted branches, moss-covered stumps and dense mist. None attacks. None flees. Their lean scarred bodies remain perfectly still. Their pale eyes watch with unsettling intelligence and unnatural patience, as though the ancient forest itself is observing through them. The emotional center is not horror but quiet realization. Warm amber candlelight flows naturally into cold silver moonlight, creating one continuous story where memory and reality become a single image. Deep atmosphere, subtle Rembrandt chiaroscuro, authentic medieval clothing, realistic anatomy, museum-quality oil painting, rich brushwork, visible air, volumetric mist, weathered wood, muted earthy colors, olive green, umber, warm ochre, silver moonlight, extraordinary storytelling, timeless European historical painting.
Prompt: First-person cinematic POV from a guest sitting at a heavy, rustic wooden table on a spacious outdoor terrace of a medieval coastal tavern. Thick timber beams overhead, sturdy plank flooring, and robust, roughly crafted tavern furniture. The viewer's gaze looks down a wide, bustling central aisle between tables. Two voluptuous young barmaids carry trays with wine pitchers and wooden beer mugs, weaving through a noisy, drunken crowd of sailors, thieves, traders, and wanderers celebrating another day of survival.
In the middle of the aisle, a young Dominican monk ("Hound of God"), 20-25 years old, athletic but slightly heavy-set with a hint of epicurean indulgence, stands looking directly at the viewer. He has a thick mane of dark brown hair, a youthful face with light fuzz and emerging masculine features, and a piercing, sharp, slightly cynical yet kind and condescending smirk that unnerves the viewer. He wears a dark brown hooded habit and a rough travel cloak. A leather shoulder bag holds a thick book. Uniquely, a sword hangs from his leather belt on the left, and he holds a long wooden travel staff in his right hand, showing signs of a long journey.
Background features a vast landscape where two rivers merge and flow toward the sea. A three-masted ship with lowered sails sits at anchor. Ancient, dense forests cover the shores. On a high forested hill to the left stands an imposing stone castle or monastery made of rubble masonry. To the right, the terrain turns into a steep cliff; below it, wooden boardwalks and stairs lead to a rocky beach where a blacksmith works in an active forge next to trading stalls with busy crowds. Soft, warm, comfortable summer daylight, mild climate. Rich, oily, painterly color palette with deep, natural tones, beautiful light diffusion, high-end digital art, ultra-detailed textures, 8k resolution, aspect ratio 16:10
Prompt: First-person POV from a guest sitting at a wooden table in a bustling medieval coastal tavern terrace. In the lower foreground, a close-up of a wooden mug, a bowl of hearty stew, a piece of bread, and a knife on a rustic table. In the center, a young Dominican traveling monk, 20-25 years old, athletic build, walking along the aisle between tables. He has thick, wavy dark brown hair, a kind and piercing gaze with a hint of gentle irony, and a faint smile. He wears a dark brown hooded monastic habit and a rough travel cloak. A leather bag with a thick book is slung over his shoulder, a sheathed sword hangs on his belt on the left, and he holds a long wooden staff in his right hand.
The background features a dynamic split-depth perspective: a busy harbor where two rivers meet and flow into the sea, an anchored three-masted ship with lowered sails, and hills covered with ancient forests. On a high cliff to the left stands a stone castle. To the right, a steep cliff with a blacksmith's forge, wooden boardwalks, and trading stalls. On the open-air wooden terrace under heavy timber beams, robust young barmaids in corsets and skirts serve wine and beer. Tables are filled with simple food, fish, bread, and olives. The crowd includes sailors, merchants, craftsmen, and wanderers. Soft daytime summer sunlight filtered through clouds, warm natural tones of wood, stone, and leather, mixed with muted blues and turquoises of the water. Cinematic, historical film still, ultra-detailed textures, photorealistic, 8k resolution, aspect ratio
Prompt: TTitle: After the Bruderschaft
Masterpiece oil painting, cinematic, museum-quality, refined romantic tension, 19th-century European steampunk aesthetic. Interior of a luxurious dirigible cabin flying above a mist-covered autumn city. Warm golden cabin light contrasts with the cool gray fog and rooftops visible through large brass-framed windows. Subtle motion of the airship.
Foreground: small polished wooden table with one bottle of deep ruby wine and two crystal glasses, now slightly lowered after the ritual sip. Figs, grapes, pear slices, aged cheese on a gilded tray.
The man — 40–45, composed yet visibly moved, dark hair with silver at the temples, elegant doublet, shirt slightly open at the collar, cloak with decorative chain. He leans closer now, posture less formal, one hand gently but respectfully holding her gloved fingers.
The woman — around 30, strikingly beautiful, noble and confident. Dark hair in elegant bun with decorative pin, one curl resting on her flushed cheek. Hat slightly shifted back, veil lifted. Long refined dress, fitted short jacket. Blouse subtly loosened at the collar from warmth and emotion. Her cheeks softly blushed, lips slightly parted, lower lip faintly bitten. Her once playful gaze now softened and misty.
Their faces close — almost touching. A suspended second before the kiss. Breath mingling. The intimate shift from “You” to “Thou” felt in the air. No explicit exposure — tension carried entirely through proximity, gaze, parted lips, and the charged silence.
Soft reflections in the window glass mirror their silhouettes. Rich textures of silk, velvet, brass and polished wood. Atmosphere sensual yet elegant, poetic, emotionally intense. Romantic, timeless, layered composition encouraging long contemplation.*
Prompt: Title: Evening Accord Above the Descending Street
Masterpiece oil painting, museum-quality, cinematic wide-angle composition, 19th-century colonial industrial steampunk city. Late golden hour approaching dusk. The sun lower now, warm amber turning into copper and rose tones. Long shadows stretching dramatically.
Camera perspective shifted slightly left and rotated subtly clockwise, opening a grand view of the descending boulevard.
The terrace stands elevated 2–3 meters above the cobblestone street due to the steep slope. Massive stone retaining walls visible beneath the terrace edge. The street is wide, monumental, gently descending and then continuing into the distance, lined with elegant 2–3 story colonial buildings with tall arched windows and balconies. Warm lights begin to glow inside boutiques and restaurants on the ground floors.
The city feels grand, breathable, dignified.
Foreground right: the terrace with trimmed green grass, small exotic spreading tree, low decorative shrubs and flowers along the wrought-iron railing.
Wrought-iron table and high-backed chairs with refined forged details. Porcelain teapot, delicate cups, silver sugar bowl, perhaps a leather portfolio resting closed.
The two men seated, mid-conversation.
Not dramatic — measured. Historic.
The inventor slightly angled toward the street view, evening light outlining his profile.
The silver-haired patron calm, analytical, hands folded or lightly resting near the table.
The open doorway behind them leads back into the rich ruby-and-wood study. A faint silhouette of a servant inside, barely noticeable.
The sky transitioning: copper near horizon, fading into deepening blue above. Early gas lamps along the boulevard beginning to glow.
Atmosphere: strategic serenity. The world below unaware that decisions made here may soon reshape the skyline.
Color palette: deep burgundy, forest green accents, warm colonial stone, amber and copper twilight, emerging indigo shadows.
Mood: scale, destiny, controlled power.
Prompt: *Epic, classical oil painting, richly detailed and atmospheric, mid-19th century European-inspired steampunk alternative world. Early, damp autumn morning, soft diffused light around 10 a.m., mist hovering over calm, shallow waters of a bay or river flowing to sea, grayish waves with slight ash and yellow tint, sand with silt and flat shell stones, foam forming pale stripes along the shore. A cobbled promenade runs along the beach. On the right, water and shoreline disappear into mist, revealing a tavern or inn partially obscured by fog. On the left, low cream-colored stone retaining wall with trimmed grass and trees above it, forming part of a park or garden.
In the foreground, a man stands clearly visible, contemplative, looking toward the forest or park, slightly detached and lost in thought. Around 40 years old, youthful but with faint lines of age between brows, black hair with subtle streaks of gray, slightly glossy from moisture. Wide-brimmed city-style hat with dark satin band and decorative pheasant feather. He wears a sleeveless cloak fastened with an elegant chain, under it a fine doublet or camisol, light shirt, stylish neck scarf. Trousers resembling galife, boots, leather gloves. In one hand, a leather briefcase, in the other, a cane with artistic inlaid handle, lifted slightly in an undefined gesture.
Atmosphere: soft, wet, not harshly damp, not heavy, subtle reflections on woolen cloak and face, mist diffusing light. Scene conveys introspection, subtle emotional depth, and mysterious narrative potential. Detailed textures on clothing, leather, metal, fog, water, and stone. Cinematic perspective, oil painting style, timeless, poetic, slightly steampunk touches, layered composition inviting close observation and contemplation.*
Prompt: Epic, classical oil painting, museum-quality, hyper-detailed: a spacious 19th-century library with towering bookshelves, globes, maps, and antique artifacts. Soft, diffused sunlight streams through a large open window, illuminating the room and casting intricate shadows. Outside the window, Azores cliffs, ocean, and misty horizons create a serene but dramatic backdrop. A contemplative figure stands with back to viewer, hand lightly resting on chin, in thoughtful pose, subtle silhouette visible. On a wooden lectern: a sheet of paper with calligraphic handwritten text about love expressed through tachycardia and angina, surrounded by crumpled drafts, crossed-out lines, and notes on margins — showing the process of thinking and emotion. Feather pen in inkwell, slightly tilted, glints in the light. A postal pigeon or falcon perches on the lectern or windowsill, symbolizing hope, messages, and connection. Rich, layered textures on wood, paper, books, feathers, and clothing; warm and cool tones balanced with chiaroscuro lighting. Subtle signs of tension, war, and mortality hidden in the shadows, juxtaposed with feminine energy and life-force. Every object carries symbolic meaning; painting invites long contemplation, discovery of hidden layers, and deep emotional resonance — like an old masterwork found in a forgotten museum attic. Cinematic perspective, dramatic yet introspective, timeless and poetic atmosphere.
Prompt: Epic, classical oil painting style, richly detailed and atmospheric: a spacious 19th-century library, filled with books, globes, maps, and artifacts, illuminated by soft, diffused light from a large open window. Outside, the Azores landscape unfolds — ocean, cliffs, misty horizons. A contemplative figure stands with back to viewer, in thoughtful pose, observing the room. On a wooden lectern, a sheet with calligraphic handwritten text about love through tachycardia and angina, with other crumpled and crossed-out drafts nearby, feather pen in inkwell. A postal pigeon or falcon perches on the lectern or windowsill, symbolizing hope, connection, and messages. Atmosphere combines tension and serenity: subtle hints of death, war, and danger in the shadows, but balanced with energy of life, feminine presence, and deep introspection. Rich, layered textures, warm and cool tones, chiaroscuro lighting, sense of timelessness and hidden meanings, as if discovered in an old museum or forgotten attic, intricate symbolism inviting long contemplation, dramatic yet introspective.
Prompt: Traditional 19th-century library interior, spacious room with large open window showing Azores landscape (cliffs, ocean, light mist), soft diffused light illuminating the scene. On a wooden lectern stands a sheet of paper with a poetic fragment about love, tachycardia, and angina, written in calligraphic style; several other sheets with crossed-out lines and scribbles lie nearby. Feather pen in an inkwell beside the lectern. A person (author) stands or sits with back to viewer, hand on chin, in thoughtful pose. A postal pigeon or falcon perches on the windowsill or lectern, symbolizing hope and connection. Atmosphere of introspection, tension, and subtle romance. Soft shadows, warm and natural color palette, intricate detail on books, maps, and textures, slight cinematic feel, focus on text and process of writing, realistic style.
Prompt: He's a brigantine captain, a sea wolf, as reckless as a thousand devils. He confidently steers his schooner along the line between storm and dead calm. He knows and possesses a keen sense of balance, balancing between life and death, light and darkness, wealth and poverty, luck and failure, the love of women and their indifference, madness and genius, admiration and hatred... For him, life is a game, and he is a gambler; he loves to live.
Prompt: He rose from the ashes, peering beyond the edge of life into the emptiness of the unknown. And only the love of a beautiful earthly woman brought him back to life.
He and she gaze into each other's eyes, standing on the edge between worlds. Myriad worlds and universes surround them, but they are all but a part of the world emerging between them. Man and woman. Yin and Yang. Beginning and End. Alpha and Omega.
Prompt: In the style of cyberpunk. A man of 40 years old, Nordic appearance, with a stern but spiritual face. Short gray-streaked hair, gray Spanish beard. He is athletically built. He is wearing an expensive, loose-fitting suit of subdued tones. He is walking along the street of the old city, with extraterrestrial architecture. The evening street is deserted, lanterns and shop windows shine. Around him are \femerous images of his thoughts about the universe, high mechanics, beautiful women and travels.
Prompt: A painting in the style of romantic fantasy, picturesque landscape, intricate forms and manifestations of thought. Ornate allegorical, ephemeral thoughts. What could be more beautiful than lying on a hill and dreamily looking at the bottomless blue of the sky? Looking back at the years lived, and not regretting the experience one bit. About all the joys and sorrows. About longing and love. About partings and meetings. About acquired friends, about defeated enemies. There is nothing more beautiful when you are an experienced man, strong, healthy and strong. But you also have romanticism and a thirst for life. Unbridled optimism, indulgence, irony, and a slight share of cynicism. When you are indifferent to all the "surprises" of the world. You just lie on the slope of a hill, putting your hands behind your head, a blade of grass in your teeth. And at your feet is a whole, huge, and still unknown world. And around you is a whole
Prompt: A picture in the style of sci-fi punk, fantasy. The king, a man of 45 years old, with a stern face, a neat beard with gray hair. A strong face, a thinker's forehead, a strict but fair look. On his head is a crown as a symbol of his power. A strong, stately, powerful torso in heavy assault armor with highly artistic decorative elements. He sits on a throne on an open terrace facing the view of an exotic and very magnificent mountain landscape with forests on the slopes, wild gorges and waterfalls. The majestic horizon of an incredible and beautiful world, the rising sun, giving the picture strength and special meaning. On either side of the throne are heavily armed guards. Behind him is the wall of his castle. In front of the king, under the control of two heavily armed guards, several traitors and traitors, thieves, in shackles, are kneeling. They are dressed in dirty and torn clothes. Their heads are bowed, their eyes are lowered to the floor. They are awaiting their fate. The king's pose is majestic. He is thinking about a fair trial of criminals.
Prompt: A picture in the style of sci-fi punk, fantasy. The king, a man of 45 years old, with a stern face, a neat beard with gray hair. A strong face, a thinker's forehead, a strict but fair look. On his head is a crown as a symbol of his power. A strong, stately, powerful torso in heavy assault armor with highly artistic decorative elements. He sits on a throne on an open terrace facing the view of an exotic and very magnificent mountain landscape with forests on the slopes, wild gorges and waterfalls. The majestic horizon of an incredible and beautiful world, the rising sun, giving the picture strength and special meaning. On either side of the throne are heavily armed guards. Behind him is the wall of his castle. In front of the king, under the control of two heavily armed guards, several traitors and traitors, thieves, in shackles, are kneeling. They are dressed in dirty and torn clothes. Their heads are bowed, their eyes are lowered to the floor. They are awaiting their fate. The king's pose is majestic. He is thinking about a fair trial of criminals.
Prompt: A picture in the style of sci-fi punk, fantasy.
The king, a man of 45 years old, with a stern face, a neat beard with gray hair. A strong face, a thinker's forehead, a strict but fair look. On his head is a crown as a symbol of his power. A strong, stately, powerful torso in heavy assault armor with highly artistic decorative elements. He sits on a throne on an open terrace overlooking an exotic and very magnificent mountain landscape with forests on the slopes, wild gorges and waterfalls. The majestic horizon of an incredible and beautiful world, the rising sun, giving the picture strength and special meaning.
On either side of the throne are heavily armed guards. In front of the king, under the control of heavily armed guards, five traitors and betrayers, thieves, in shackles, are kneeling.
The king's pose is majestic. He reflects on a fair trial of criminals.
Prompt: A highly artistic, sensual, romantic picture. The embodiment of a dream. A dream. A wonderful dream. A feeling of super realism and magic. A cave adapted as a completely modern home. A large exit from the grotto has been turned into a large round window. Beautiful framing with skillful wood carving. Double-glazed windows, hermetically sealed. From the window there is a beautiful view of the mountains covered with forest, it is raining, cloudy weather. Raindrops are running down the window glass. The interior of the room is a symbiosis of wild natural stone and inserts of modern design. With a reference, a slight emphasis on the "primitive nature of the home". In the foreground is a wide bed covered with animal skin with soft pile. On the edge of the bed, with her back to the observer, half-sideways, sits a beautiful young woman. She is not wearing any clothes. Her incredibly feminine figure, with very wide hips, a thin waist, and graceful feline grace. She turned around... One of her hands with a beautiful palm, aristocratic fingers with expensive rings, lies on the bed, she leans on this hand, and picturesquely half-turned looks at the observer. The second hand sensually lifted long chestnut, thick, luxurious hair. An incredibly exciting and aesthetic picture. Her beautiful and correct face of the European type, beautiful eyes, a little oriental "cut", gray-green, bewitching, alluring, captivating ... Sensual full lips. Light makeup ... In the middle of the room there is a stylized fireplace with an exhaust hood going to the ceiling. Tongues of flame dance in the fireplace. The fireplace, against the background of external dampness of the weather and rain, complements the coziness. A feeling of coziness, detachment from reality. A beautiful woman ... A dream ... This can only be a dream, an obsession ...
Prompt: : Painting in the style of , steampunk, masterpiece, expressionism. Wide-angle shot in 16 by 9 format. Atmosphere of scientific and adventure intrigue. City and atmosphere: A vast valley between mountain ranges. In the valley, in the lowland, there is an ancient alien city, with monumental stone hyperrealistic architecture. The city was abandoned long ago. Overgrown with vegetation. Above the city, in the air, a huge space research ship of the earthly expedition hung. It has a long flat hull with various superstructures, with many technological details. Its dimensions are such that it casts a shadow on the city.
Prompt: : True reason can do many things. Almost everything. True spirit knows no bounds. Inner strength can overcome any obstacles, motivation to do the impossible. The ability to wait and endure difficulties always leads to the expected result. I love and know how to work.
Prompt: : True reason can do many things. Almost everything. True spirit knows no bounds. Inner strength can overcome any obstacles, motivation to do the impossible. The ability to wait and endure difficulties always leads to the expected result. I love and know how to work.
Prompt: "A mad mechanic" in a 19th century workshop works on an intricate mechanism of many gears and levers. Around him are shelves filled with scrolls, books, flasks with various liquids. Stacks of blueprints are laid out on the table. A futuristic lamp shines on him, illuminating everything with its yellowish electric light.
Prompt: Picture in the style of sympunk, cyberpunk, retrofuturism, technoapocalypse. Wide-angle shot, format 16 by 9 City of the future, on another planet. Dark world, with storm clouds in the sky. A huge futuristic city-state. A multi-story column, round in cross-section, with complex technogenic architecture, comes out of a deep underground, vast mine, and goes up. Thousands of porthole windows are visible in its walls. The city-column has a variable cross-section, smaller at the bottom and expands conically upward, ending in a hemispherical dome-top. Numerous transitions supporting the main building diverge to the sides to smaller satellite towers. At ground level, and on the surface, numerous city buildings in the form of domes, towers, space ports with launch pads are visible. The infrastructure is entangled with high-speed railway interchanges. Flyers are scurrying in the air. The huge city stands in the middle of a lowland rocky desert, small cliffs are visible, in comparison with the size of the giant city.
Prompt: Picture in the style of sympunk, cyberpunk, dieselpunk, retrofuturism, technoapocalypse. Wide-angle shot, format 16 by 9. A futuristic bike with a monotrack. The biker, a bearded man of 45 years old, with a stern face, a shaved skull, and tattoos, is dressed in the style of "Mad Max". Post-apocalyptic ruins of a metropolis. Empty houses, broken window panes, hanging, slanted doors, jammed and warped roller shutters of shops. Everywhere on the street there is garbage, scattered things, rusty and battered car bodies. Anxiety...
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.
