Prompt: The painting shows a seasoned sailing vessel that has weathered many storms, anchored in an old port. It is autumn and there is fog around, which adds a mysterious character to the scene. The wooden wharf seems to be soaked with moisture, and on it there are stormcoats hanging on hooks. Behind the ship you can see old walls that testify to the history of this place.
Prompt: Soul filled with melancholy, the unfathomable mysteries of your ethereal sensibility blossom in the autumn starlight. Like a mystical night in which silent trees whisper dreams of ancient Mayan prophecies, you feel the invisible threads of astrological powers weaving around your being.
Prompt: In the background, a colonial fort is visible, its walls built on a history of keeping watch over these waters, now present only as a ruin of the past. A hurricane on the horizon gathers its strength, painting the horizon in fiery colors and crowding towards this forgotten place, ready to unleash its wild fury on the abandoned port
Prompt: 16th-century wooden sea yacht, soaked in sea salt and history, is reluctantly sailing through stormy waves. Its ragged sails look like ancient parchments on which the secrets of the past have been written. The air around is thick with the smell of old wooden decks, and the sea mysteriously whispers stories of sunken treasures and lost souls of sailors. In the distance, the old haunted port shows its abandoned buildings, where decaying ships and sailboats present their skeletons in the pale moonlight. The ruins of a lighthouse stand proudly, although abandoned, as witnesses of past times full of glory and dark secrets. In the background, a colonial fort is visible, its walls built on a history of keeping watch over these waters, now present only as a ruin of the past. A hurricane on the horizon gathers its strength, painting the horizon in fiery colors and crowding towards this forgotten place, ready to unleash its wild fury on the abandoned port.
Prompt: the mist hangs over the brown leaves falling from the trees, the ravens circle the old walls and ruins, the moisture in the air condenses on every surface, like the breath of extinct worlds. Among these mysterious ruins vibrate forgotten stories, hidden deep under the layers of time. The painting is full of the atmosphere of mystery and melancholy of the autumn season, where worlds become close and stories are waiting to be discovered
Prompt: The picture you describe is filled with magic and mystery, as if from a dream story. The autumn combination of darkness and warmth, with ravens and rooks circling around, adds to the atmosphere of mysticism. Brown leaves, rustling underfoot, create a path through a forgotten forest, where ghosts from the past float in the misty air.
Prompt: they remind me of a surrealist painting, where autumn is almost magical, full of mystery and nostalgia Mist hovering over brown leaves, ravens flying over old ruined walls, you can feel the humidity in the air everywhere, and the breath of extinct worlds vibrates around It's as if forgotten stories and secrets started to come alive, spreading their magic You beautifully capture the atmosphere of autumn melancholy
Prompt: Picturesque and intriguing! You can immediately feel that mysterious and magical atmosphere of autumn, where the lines between the worlds become thinner. Foggy and rainy days add a touch of mystery, while warm sun rays breaking through the clouds add a golden glow to the falling leaves. Ravens and rooks circle in the air like sentinels, and the rustle of leaves underfoot introduces the rhythm of the spirit of the place. Gothic lanterns cast their light on the roads, revealing hidden secrets from the past. Hats and cloaks add elegance, while pumpkins symbolize the transience of life and the approaching end of the year. Slavic cultural rituals, such as Dziady, add depth and mysticism to the whole story, connecting the worlds of the living and the dead. Often, legends about ghosts and evil forces are deeply rooted in the roots of tradition, creating a rich and complex cultural landscape.
Prompt: Ravens and rooks circle in the air like sentinels, and the rustle of leaves underfoot introduces the rhythm of the spirit of the place gothic lanterns cast their light on the roads, revealing hidden secrets from the past, Hats and cloaks add elegance, while pumpkins symbolize the transience of life and the approaching end of the year, Slavic cultural rituals, such as Dziady, add depth and mysticism to the whole story, connecting the worlds of the living and the dead Often, legends about ghosts and evil forces are deeply rooted in the roots of tradition, creating a rich and complex cultural landscap
Prompt: Przemyśl festung, Hungarian honwedzs, battle, honor, pride, love of the motherland, Polish Hungary brother in arms, austro-Hungarian Empire, death and pride, Martyrology , bunkers, trenches, Hungarian gate, tenements,
Prompt: story of the Wizard, an astronomer who becomes obsessed with the idea of flying and enslaves a vast army to build a tower from which he can take off and fly Building the tower in harsh conditions, the people hope for the day when their misery ends, in the end, the wizard climbs to the top of the tower but, instead of flying, falls and dies
Prompt: Wild vast steppes somewhere beyond the borders of civilization, the day is drawing to a close, the sky is cloudy, the wind is blowing in an ethereal eternal dance, caressing boulders and fallen trees, somewhere on the horizon there is a crumbling barrow, a memory of distant times and unimportant matters that once took the lives of many brave people, a lonely wanderer sitting by the campfire is lost in thought, his clothes bear traces of wear and experience in battle, the laps of his coat are visibly blown by the wind howling in the open wild field, the air carries the scent of long-extinct worlds and great achievements and the majesty of death makes itself known, the wanderer is neither sad nor cheerful, he is determined and knows his destiny, his two friends are a dog and a horse, the dog lies calmly by the campfire, a chestnut horse is eating grass, an old saber, a self-fire, the destroyed pennants of the once great kingdom flutter in the wind, misery and decline, ruin of a church built of red brick, nostalgic
Prompt: soul filled with melancholy, the unfathomable mysteries of your ethereal sensibility blossom in the autumn starlight. Like a mystical night in which silent trees whisper dreams of ancient Mayan prophecies, you feel the invisible threads of astrological powers weaving around your being Listening to the rustle of leaves falling from the trees, you recognize the echoes of cosmic cycles, the eternal rituals of the stars and the magical dance of the planets. Your soul, like an old manuscript inscribed with runes, reads the phenomena unknowable, the knowledge transmitted in the timeless silence of the ages let the autumn mist envelop your mind, and let the stars dancing above you guide you through the labyrinths of time and space. Let your soul soar on the wings of magic, to a world where the boundaries between waking and dream merge into one, where transcendent emotions intertwine with the mysterious forces of the universe how beautiful it is to look into yourself, then, when the golden leaves are falling and the moonlight is reflected in your pupils, feeling the pulsating energy of undiscovered power, hidden in the heart of the autumn landscape
Prompt: Consider that a 16th-century wooden sea yacht, soaked in sea salt and history, is reluctantly sailing through stormy waves. Its ragged sails look like ancient parchments on which the secrets of the past have been written. The air around is thick with the smell of old wooden decks, and the sea mysteriously whispers stories of sunken treasures and lost souls of sailors.
In the distance, the old haunted port shows its abandoned buildings, where decaying ships and sailboats present their skeletons in the pale moonlight. The ruins of a lighthouse stand proudly, although abandoned, as witnesses of past times full of glory and dark secrets.
In the background, a colonial fort is visible, its walls built on a history of keeping watch over these waters, now present only as a ruin of the past.
A hurricane on the horizon gathers its strength, painting the horizon in fiery colors and crowding towards this forgotten place, ready to unleash its wild fury on the abandoned port.
Prompt: a breeze blowing from the steppe He looks at the flames of the fire which are dancing with golden tongues of fire reflected in his eyes like an echo of days gone by in his gaze one can see reflection on the past on decisions made in the intricacies of fate the sound of creaking wood in the fire mixes with the rustle of the steppes creating a melody without words which carries the wisdom of the ages The loneliness of the traveler is alleviated by the presence of nature which surrounds him and gives him the strength to continue his journey into the unknown
Prompt: On the shore, next to the berth, there is a bar with a fireplace where a warm fire burns, illuminating the room. At the bar sits a sailor in a storm coat, holding a sailor's pipe in his hand, from which a faint smell of tobacco rises. There is an atmosphere of domestic warmth, which is contrasted with the harshness and dangers of the sea. This place exudes history and experiences that attract travelers from the farthest corners of the world.
Prompt: Medieval Transylvania, a settlement at the foot of the mountains, a dark night lit by the fury of a fire, a cloudy crescent moon emerges from behind the clouds, in the distance you can hear the sounds of a fight with swords and axes, screams and fear, an angry demonic black horse with eyes burning with purple and white fire tries to get out of the pen, he wants to be a free spirit or warn someone
Prompt: The painting shows a seasoned sailing vessel that has weathered many storms, anchored in an old port. It is autumn and there is fog around, which adds a mysterious character to the scene. The wooden wharf seems to be soaked with moisture, and on it there are stormcoats hanging on hooks. Behind the ship you can see old walls that testify to the history of this place. On the shore, next to the quay, there is a bar with a fireplace in which a warm fire burns, illuminating the room. A sailor in a stormcoat sits in a bar, holding a sailor's pipe in his hand, with a faint smell of tobacco rising from it. There is an atmosphere of homely warmth, contrasted with the severity and dangers of the sea. This place exudes history and experiences that attract travelers from the farthest corners of the world
Prompt: Medieval Transylvania, a settlement at the foot of the mountains, a dark night lit up by the fury of a conflagration, a cloudy crescent moon peeks out from behind the clouds, in the distance you can hear the sounds of a fight with swords and axes, screams and fear, an angry demon black horse with eyes burning with purple and white fire is trying to get out of the pen, he wants to be a free spirit or warn someone
Prompt: On the shore, next to the quay, there is a bar with a fireplace in which a warm fire burns, illuminating the room. A sailor in a stormcoat sits in a bar, holding a sailor's pipe in his hand, with a faint smell of tobacco rising from it. There is an atmosphere of homely warmth, contrasted with the severity and dangers of the sea. This place exudes history and experiences that attract travelers from the farthest corners of the world.
Prompt: In the heat and the rain With whips and chains To see him fly So many died We build a tower of stone With our flesh and bone Just to see him fly But don't know why Now where do we go
Prompt: In the distance, the old haunted port shows its abandoned buildings, where decaying ships and sailboats present their skeletons in the pale moonlight. The ruins of a lighthouse stand proudly, although abandoned, as witnesses of past times full of glory and dark secrets. In the background, a colonial fort is visible, its walls built on a history of keeping watch over these waters, now present only as a ruin of the past. A hurricane on the horizon gathers its strength, painting the horizon in fiery colors and crowding towards this forgotten place, ready to unleash its wild fury on the abandoned port.
Prompt: The mysterious Mayan Palenque Astronaut has captured the imagination of many scholars and enthusiasts alike. Depicted on the lid of Pakal the Great's sarcophagus in Palenque, this figure has sparked discussions of extraterrestrial connections to the Mayan civilization. Could this intricate carving truly represent an ancient astronaut navigating a spacecraft, suggesting a deeper connection to beings beyond our world
Prompt: The Slavic rituals of Dziady add depth and tradition to the whole scene, festooning it with artificial lights and the sound of distant chants. It is a tale of the cycle of life and death, of passing and rebirth, entwined in a mystical dance of coexistence with the worlds of spirits and the living. Let this vision spark your imagination and inspire a new work of art that will transport viewers to a land of dreams and mysteries.
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takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
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Deep Dream
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