Prompt: True reason can do many things. Almost everything. True spirit knows no bounds. Inner strength can overcome any obstacles, motivation can do the impossible. The ability to wait and endure difficulties always leads to the expected result. I love and know how to work.
Prompt: On a cobblestone square, the square of an ancient, half-ruined city, with monumental buildings of antique, imperial architecture, sits a beautiful young woman. She sits on an antique chair with a high back, she plays the cello.
Against the background of a gray, haunted, deserted city, the woman's bright, red clothes with gold embroidery resonate and highlight her, giving her a particularly passionate appearance. The woman has her long hair loose, and the wind tangles it, playing with it. The deep neckline of her loose clothes emphasizes the dignity of her large, lush breasts.
The woman has a Spanish appearance, large, slightly slanted, expressive eyes, sensual lips. She selflessly plays the cello, indulging in her passion.
Prompt: I have lived in this world for a very long time I am still strength and power My body is perfect, powerful and graceful My mind is subtle and inclined to deep comprehensive analysis I have an excellent memory, I remember the details of the era I am wise, I am fair I am the punishing sword of the Supreme Will And I am very ... beautiful I am alive And I am not Homo Sapiens
Prompt: I have lived in this world for a very long time I am still strength and power My body is perfect, powerful and graceful My mind is subtle and inclined to deep comprehensive analysis I have an excellent memory, I remember the details of the era I am wise, I am fair I am the punishing sword of the Supreme Will And I am very ... beautiful I am alive And I am not Homo Sapiens
Prompt: I have lived in this world for a very long time I am still strength and power My body is perfect, powerful and graceful My mind is subtle and inclined to deep comprehensive analysis I have an excellent memory, I remember the details of the era I am wise, I am fair I am the punishing sword of the Supreme Will And I am very ... beautiful I am alive And I am not Homo Sapiens
Prompt: I have lived in this world for a very long time
I am still strength and power
My body is perfect, powerful and graceful
My mind is subtle and inclined to deep comprehensive analysis
I have an excellent memory, I remember the details of the era
I am wise, I am fair
I am the punishing sword of the Supreme Will
And I am very ... beautiful
I am alive
And I am not Homo Sapiens
Prompt: A distant planet of dragons. An aborigine of a non-humanoid race stands by the rusty hulk of an ancient Earth spaceship that crashed. He studies a strange find.
Prompt: True reason can do many things. Almost everything. True spirit knows no bounds. Inner strength can overcome any obstacles, motivation can 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 distant planet. An aborigine of a non-humanoid race, a savage, stands by the rusty hulk of an ancient terrestrial spaceship that crashed. He studies a strange find.
Prompt: View from the pilot's cabin. Approach to the Fleming crater, view from a height of 50 km. Lunar colony. Cargo transport entering the landing pad of the spaceport.
Prompt: True reason can do many things. Almost everything. True spirit knows no bounds. Inner strength can overcome any obstacles, motivation can 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 painting in the spirit of sympunk, retrofuturism. The style of the artist Jean-Baptiste Monge. The style of the game The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay . Wide-angle shot . Format 16 by 9
The painting opens the aftermath of an emergency landing on a recently discovered planet. A cargo spaceship has been reduced to rubble - its hull juts out at an odd angle, the cargo bay ramp is wide open. Inside the ship, shelves have collapsed, containers are scattered, and wires hang loose, sparking from time to time. A long trail in the dirt shows a rough crash site with parts of the hull and components of the ship scattered everywhere.
In front of it, a few meters from the entrance to the ship, stands the last intact escape pod, its transparent front part revealing a sleeping woman in cryo sleep, a young beautiful one, oblivious to the crash and the dilemma of her pilot.
The astronaut's face shows a mixture of relief that he is alive and worry about how to explain the situation to her when she wakes up. The landscape around them is not particularly inspiring. There are no signs of human presence. Low hills or small mountains rise in the distance, a river flows nearby, suggesting a habitable, if somewhat rugged, terrain. The main scene is one of survival, the astronaut is caught between humor, frustration and irony of the situation.
Prompt: True reason can do many things. Almost everything. True spirit knows no bounds. Inner strength can overcome any obstacles, motivation can 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 sympunk, retrofuturist painting by Jean-Baptiste Monge. Wide-angle shot. Format 16 x 9 A burly astronaut in his 40s, with a scraggly beard and scars on his face, sits cross-legged on the ground. His once-solid, lightweight spacesuit hangs in tatters, revealing the aftermath of a crash landing on a newly discovered planet. Behind him, his ship is a wreck, its hull jutting out at an odd angle and its cargo bay wide open. Inside, shelves have collapsed, containers are scattered, and wires hang loose, sparking occasionally. A trail in the dirt reveals a rough wreck, with hull parts and ship components scattered everywhere. Despite the chaos, the astronaut is strangely calm, playing a tune on his harmonica as he contemplates his next move. In front of him stands the last intact escape pod, its transparent front revealing a sleeping woman in cryosleep - a perfectly fit woman, oblivious to the crash and her pilot's dilemma. The astronaut's face reflects a mixture of relief that he is alive and worry about how to explain the situation to her when she wakes up. The landscape around them is not entirely hostile - low hills or small mountains rise in the distance, and a river flows nearby, suggesting habitable, if somewhat rugged, terrain. Amidst the alien flora, the scene is one of survival, the astronaut caught between humor, frustration, and the irony of the situa
Prompt: True reason can do many things. Almost everything. True spirit knows no bounds. Inner strength can overcome any obstacles, motivation can 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 sympunk, retrofuturistic painting. The style of the artist Jean-Baptiste Monge. Wide-angle shot. Format 16 x 9
Behind him, his ship is a wreck, its hull jutting out at an odd angle, the cargo bay wide open. Inside, shelves have collapsed, containers are scattered, and wires hang loose, sparking occasionally. A plowed track in the soil indicates a rough wreck, with hull parts and ship components scattered everywhere.
Despite the chaos, the astronaut is strangely calm. He plays a tune on his harmonica. Thinking about his next move.
IN FRONT OF HIM STANDS THE LAST SURVIVAL RESCUER CAPSULE, containing a perfectly suitable woman in cryo-sleep, oblivious to the wreck and her pilot's dilemma.
The astronaut's face shows a mixture of relief that he is alive and worry about how to explain the situation to her when she wakes up. The landscape around them is not entirely hostile. Low hills or small mountains rise in the distance, and a river flows nearby, suggesting habitable, if somewhat rugged, terrain. Alien vegetation. This scene is survival. The pilot is caught between humor, frustration, and the irony of the situation.
Prompt: True reason can do many things. Almost everything. True spirit knows no bounds. Inner strength can overcome any obstacles, motivation can 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 sympunk, retrofuturist painting by Jean-Baptiste Monge. Wide-angle shot. Format 16 x 9
A burly astronaut in his 40s, with a scraggly beard and scars on his face, sits cross-legged on the ground.
His once-solid, lightweight spacesuit hangs in tatters, revealing the aftermath of a crash landing on a newly discovered planet.
Behind him, his ship is a wreck, its hull jutting out at an odd angle and its cargo bay wide open. Inside, shelves have collapsed, containers are scattered, and wires hang loose, sparking occasionally. A trail in the dirt reveals a rough wreck, with hull parts and ship components scattered everywhere.
Despite the chaos, the astronaut is strangely calm, playing a tune on his harmonica as he contemplates his next move.
In front of him stands the last intact escape pod, its transparent front revealing a sleeping woman in cryosleep - a perfectly fit woman, oblivious to the crash and her pilot's dilemma.
The astronaut's face reflects a mixture of relief that he is alive and worry about how to explain the situation to her when she wakes up.
The landscape around them is not entirely hostile - low hills or small mountains rise in the distance, and a river flows nearby, suggesting habitable, if somewhat rugged, terrain. Amidst the alien flora, the scene is one of survival, the astronaut caught between humor, frustration, and the irony of the situation.
Prompt: A sympunk, retrofuturistic, hyperrealistic painting. Wide-angle shot. Format 16 x 9
A burly astronaut in his 40s, with a scraggly beard and scars on his face, sits cross-legged on the ground. His once-solid lightweight spacesuit hangs in tatters, revealing the aftermath of a crash landing on a newly discovered planet. Behind him, his ship is a wreck, its hull jutting out at an odd angle and its cargo bay wide open. Inside, shelves have collapsed, containers are scattered, and wires hang loose, sparking occasionally. A trail in the dirt reveals a rough wreck with hull parts and ship components scattered everywhere.
Despite the chaos, the astronaut is strangely calm, playing a tune on his harmonica as he contemplates his next move. In front of him stands the last intact escape pod, its transparent front revealing a sleeping woman in cryosleep – a perfectly fit woman, oblivious to the crash and her pilot’s dilemma. The astronaut’s face reflects a mixture of relief that he is alive and worry about how to explain the situation to her when she wakes up.
The landscape around them is not entirely hostile – low hills or small mountains rise in the distance, and a river flows nearby, suggesting habitable, if somewhat rugged, terrain. Amidst the alien flora, the scene is one of survival, the astronaut caught between humor, frustration, and the irony of the situation.
Prompt: Cyberpunk, sympunk, retrofutupism painting. Uninhabited alien planet, old pilot in the desert after a disaster, torn clothes, bandaged head, weathered brutal charismatic face with deep wrinkles, decorated with ancient runic tattoos, warrior's body, huge spaceship hatch, intent gaze at the viewer, torn clothes fluttering in the wind, approaching sandstorm, futuristic setting, otherworldly atmosphere, warm color palette with shades of red, orange and brown, dramatic lighting casting long shadows
Prompt: **A rugged astronaut in his mid-40s, with a disheveled beard and scarred face, sits cross-legged on the ground. His once sturdy light spacesuit hangs in tatters, revealing the aftermath of a crash landing on a recently discovered planet. Behind him, his ship is a wreck—its hull sticking out at an odd angle, with the cargo bay ramp wide open. Inside the ship, shelves have collapsed, containers are scattered, and wires hang loose, sparking occasionally. A trail in the dirt shows the rough crash site, with pieces of the ship’s hull and components strewn about.
Despite the chaos, the astronaut is oddly at peace, playing a tune on his harmonica while contemplating his next move. In front of him stands the last intact escape pod, its transparent front revealing a sleeping woman in cryo-sleep—a perfect fit woman, oblivious to the wreck and her pilot’s dilemma. The astronaut’s face reflects a mix of relief at being alive and anxiety about how to explain the situation to her once she wakes up.
The landscape around them is not entirely hostile—low hills or small mountains rise in the distance, and a river flows nearby, suggesting a livable, if somewhat rugged, terrain. Amongst the alien flora, the scene is one of survival, with the astronaut caught between humor, frustration, and the irony of the situation.**
Prompt: **A massive cargo spaceship, with advanced yet gritty technogenic architecture. It’s a blend of complex systems—engines, modules, airlocks, and windows—nothing overly sleek or rounded. The ship is a workhorse of space, patched up, scratched, and worn. It once symbolized the pinnacle of achievement, but now it's a veteran of the space lanes. It floats near Mars, orbiting at around 300 km, showing the contrast between its vast size and the enormity of the planet below. The ship exudes a mix of cyberpunk, steampunk, and retrofuturism, akin to the intricate designs of Jean-Baptiste Monge, but with a more rugged, unpolished charm reminiscent of late Star Wars aesthetics. This is not a high-tech marvel; it’s a ship that’s seen better days, a cosmic old-timer that gets the job done, not for glory, but for necessity.
Inside, a young, fit woman stands in a control room, gazing at the old ship from behind the glass. She's dressed sharply in a skintight jumpsuit, her hair perfect, a cup of coffee in hand. She doesn't respect this ship or its crew—she dreams of luxury liners and dashing officers. But outside, the space wolf floats, a half-pirate, half-trader vessel. Its crew are rough, hardened men of the stars, unfazed by danger and distant from the comforts of life. They're the warriors of a forgotten frontier, indifferent to glamour. Their ship mirrors them—battered but reliable, a symbol of their cynical, no-nonsense existence, like something out of the faded glory of the Wild West in the 19th century. The future is gritty, and these are the survivors of space’s dusty trails.**
Prompt: An interplanetary transport ship with developed technogenic architecture against the background of a planet in orbit at 300 km. Orbit of Mars. View of the ship against the background of the planet from space. True reason has access to much. Almost everything. True spirit has no barriers. 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: Picture in the style of sympunk, diesel punk
Martian colony. Future. 200 years later. View from the orbital control base to the interstellar transport ship in orbit. Small transport ships are moored to the huge ship.
The city-sized elongated hull of the ship, with developed technogenic architecture against the background of the planet from a height of 300 km
Prompt: Picture in the style of sympunk, diesel punk
Martian colony. A huge city surrounded by spaceports and production bases.
The city is located in the Huygens crater. View from inside the port control tower through a large panoramic oval window from a height of 50 meters.
View of the landing pad of the spaceport.
Dispatcher at work, coordinating the arrival of a large transport ship.
A large transport cargo ship is approaching for landing.
Prompt: Picture in the style of sympunk, diesel punk
Martian colony. A huge city surrounded by spaceports and production bases.
The city is located in the Huygens crater. View from inside the port control tower through a large panoramic oval window from a height of 50 meters.
The main city is visible, a megalithic structure with the main building going into an underground shaft. Transitions-galleries from the building to the walls of the shaft are visible. Additional structures on the surface.
View of the landing pad of the spaceport.
Work of the dispatcher, coordination of the arrival of a large transport ship.
Prompt: Picture in the style of sympunk, diesel punk
Martian colony. A huge city surrounded by spaceports and production bases.
The city is located in the Huygens crater. View from inside the port control tower through a large panoramic oval window from a height of 50 meters.
The main city is visible, a megalithic structure with the main building going into an underground mine. Transitions-galleries from the building to the walls of the mine are visible. Additional structures on the surface.
Prompt: Picture in the style of sympunk, diesel punk
Martian colony. A huge dome city surrounded by satellite cities. Spaceports.
The city is located in the Huygens crater. View from inside the port control tower through a large panoramic oval window. The main dome city is visible with the main building going into an underground shaft. Transitions-galleries from the building to the walls of the shaft are visible. Numerous additional structures on the surface.
Prompt: Picture in the style of sympunk, diesel punk
Lunar colony. A huge dome city surrounded by satellite cities. Spaceports.
The city is located in the Hertzsprung crater. View from inside the city on the crater landscape, through a large panoramic oval window, from the observer. There are stars in the sky.
Prompt: Picture in the style of sympunk, diesel punk
Lunar colony. A huge dome city surrounded by satellite cities. Spaceports.
The city is located in the Hertzsprung crater. View of the city from the edge of the crater, from the observer. In the sky there are stars and planet Earth
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.
