Prompt: A lone astronaut stands in the very throat of Mars’ most violent storm, not observing, not skirting its edge, but taken inside it, body and will under direct assault. The maelstrom is the enemy, a predator determined to shred him apart. Gale-force winds tear at him; abrasive sand sandblasts his suit in visible sheets; lightning whips the banner pole and hunts his silhouette. He plants the shaft with both hands and refuses to yield. The suit becomes a battlefield: faceplate half-opaque from abrasive impact, micro-pits and scratches catching light. Outer fabric ripped into strips, seams exposed and fluttering. Hard plates pitted, dented, and scored along the windward side. Static arcs crawl across scoured edges where dust grinds metal. The banner is proof of violence: fabric shredded into ribbons, threads snapping mid-air, the pole bowed by the gale, socket clamps straining. Frayed fragments rip loose and fly downwind. Sand acts like a weapon: grains streak like tracer fire across his visor, a diagonal torrent of dust hammers his chestplate, debris and grit rooster-tail around his boots. Tiny sparks flash where particulate scrapes metal. The body in extremis: stance braced at breaking point, one knee buckling then recovering, shoulders torque against the gale, gloves white-knuckled around the shaft, every tendon line taut, refusing collapse. The storm as sculptor: vortex filaments curl around his outline, swallowing horizon and foreground. Lightning arcs inches from his body, wrapping the pole. The world reduced to a single arena, man versus Mars, with no certain outcome. Extreme foreground proximity, figure dominates the frame, nearly breaking the edges. Cinematic low angle to elevate him to myth while the storm towers overhead. Depth compressed by volumetric dust haze, the horizon erased, immediacy and claustrophobia. Poster-worthy, confrontational framing, banner whipping toward camera, debris tearing past the lens. High-contrast rim lighting carving the silhouette through dust, lightning spears provide blue-white edges against the red storm glow. Mythic realism: every grain alive with motion. No bloom softness, keep grit, scratches, and impact textures legible. This is his most terrible, most glorious instant, the crucible where he will triumph or perish. Freeze the split-second where human will strains against planetary wrath. Ultra high resolution, masterpiece, best quality, mythic realism, apocalyptic scale, breathtaking texture fidelity, meticulously composed.
--mod cinematic low angle, --mod extreme foreground, --mod volumetric dust haze, --mod electric storm arcs, --mod banner whipping violently, --mod hyper-detailed textures, --mod dramatic rim lighting, --mod apocalyptic scale, --mod pulp cover drama, --mod imposing silhouette
Prompt: High-contrast digital illustration with a cyberpunk aesthetic: Advanced laboratory filled with futuristic scientific equipment, glowing neon lights in shades of blue and orange, with intricate textures and vibrant colors. The scene should include a rich variety of elements, each contributing to the overall atmosphere. Lighting should be soft, diffused, and natural, enhancing the depth and realism of the scene. The mood is to be calm yet vibrant, creating a sense of serenity and wonder. Every detail in the scene should be meticulously rendered, emphasizing the contrast between light and shadow, and capturing the fine textures and subtle gradients. The color palette should be carefully chosen to evoke emotion, with each hue enhancing the aesthetic appeal of the overall composition. The final image should be immersive and captivating, drawing the viewer into its intricately detailed world.
Prompt: A colossal spacecraft in flamboyant Chris Foss style—bulbous compartments stacked with hard-edged towers, hazard-striped plating in vivid red, orange, and yellow—hovers low over an alien jungle. Its modular tanks, radiator vanes, and scaffold masts bristle with angular geometry, every panel beveled and numbered, a fortress of straight lines and industrial order. Below, the jungle seethes with growth: colossal trees with trunks swollen like tumors, vines coiling in on themselves, fungal bulbs bursting from bark, spires of alien wood twisting in improbable spirals. The canopy is suffocatingly thick, layers upon layers of vegetation competing for light, plants growing on top of plants, knotted into a chaotic lattice. Some leaves glow faintly; others drip mist or ooze resin. Atmosphere filters the scene: shafts of sunlight stab through cracks in the canopy, scattering into smoky volumetric cones. Clouds of spores drift in the air, catching the ship’s harsh floodlights. The thrusters boil fog around gnarled roots, while the landing struts brace uneasily against a mat of tangled trunks. The ship’s rigid angularity collides visually with the jungle’s wild asymmetry—hazard bands and industrial geometry burning bright against organic chaos. This is exploration as confrontation: machine versus living cathedral, Foss colors and steel surfaces intruding upon a suffocating tangle of alien growth.
--mod hazard-striping, --mod industrial fidelity, --mod volumetric light cones, --mod flare-backlit, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod parallax foliage, --mod arc weld sparks, --mod dynamic composition, --mod structural greebles, --mod luminous void
Prompt: In the hollow wreck of a derelict orbital station, a lone astronaut-engineer braces against the control dais of a reactor core that should be dead, yet still throbs faintly with half-life. His figure is framed medium-close, but pulled low and back so that towering conduits and drifting wreckage engulf him. The environment is cavernous, a vast chamber of warped plating and fractured panels suspended in zero gravity. Cables trail like arteries, shards of glass and twisted struts drift in slow orbit. The man is dwarfed by it all, yet he is the only force of will still moving. His body leans into the master lever, gloves locked tight, tendons visible through the pressure suit as he strains against inertia and the drag of floating debris. Frost has bloomed over metal edges, haloing him in crystalline dust. Sparks drip like embers from coils overhead, their reflections splintering across his visor. His stance is reclamation—torso bent, arms rigid, shoulders braced against an environment that whispers collapse. Every detail reads the weight of time: fabric frayed where years of micro-impacts have chewed, console edges rounded by wear, conduits bowed and groaning. Yet his posture makes clear: entropy is not sovereign here. The scale of machinery is immense, cavernous; the figure nearly breaks beneath it, but does not yield. His faceplate reflects faint reactor light, caught between the possibility of reawakening or final extinguishing. This is not storm versus man, but time versus resolve. The void yawns, the wreck drifts, the decades whisper surrender. Yet still he braces, one figure holding the line between total ruin and renewal.
--mod heroic framing, --mod stylized realism, --mod vivid depth, --mod ultra focus, --mod contrast lock, --mod scale monumental, --mod lighting kinetic, --mod entropy wreckage, --mod orbital debris drift, --mod crystalline frost halo, --mod ember sparks, --mod lever strain posture, --mod derelict machinery sprawl, --mod extreme low angle frame
Prompt: Desert landscape illuminated by a sunset glow, a colossal sandworm (massive, segmented skin, alternating black and red) bursts from the sands, pursuing an hovercraft (open-canopy, hints of cyberpunk machinery and aesthetics, exploded view, details) speeding across the dunes, driven by adventurers trying to escape the sandworm. Alien world, swirling clouds of sand, clear blue sky, distant ruins of an ancient civilization.
Prompt: An futuristic mega-train (details), gigantic, four-deck design, parked inside an enclosed train station (ultra-futuristic art deco style), polished marble floor, passengers in futuristic clothing boarding on all four decks. Natural light through high oval windows.
Prompt: On an alien plain under a turquoise and violet sky, a lone armored traveler stands facing the viewer, chin lifted and expression haughty confidence, superimposed on a colossal machine grown into monument. The ground glows magenta, its ridges catching the light like scar tissue, and twin planets hang in the heavens above. The traveler wears emerald-toned space armor with clean heroic lines, posture square and knightly. In his gauntleted hand he lifts a domed helmet etched with glowing alien glyphs. These marks emit a steady radiance, casting faint halos across his fingers, symbols of command and power whose meaning is felt rather than read. Behind him towers the alien machine: a sweeping construct of crimson and ivory, long fins arcing like crescents, chrome spars threading through as if tendon and bone. Its surfaces shift from matte gradients to mirror brightness, crimson fading into bone-white, edges flashing turquoise reflections. The machine hovers above the ground silent yet alive, its presence overwhelming, as if light itself bends to trace its geometry. The landscape reacts: the magenta plain brightens under its shadow line, dust motes drift in slow spirals, and metallic flecks glint then vanish around the fins as though bound to unseen fields. The figure squares his shoulders and raises the helmet, the glyphs in silent communication against the machine's design. The glow intensifies, acknowledging kinship between man and construct. Lighting is theatrical and sharp: silver edge highlights chase along fins and armor plates, glyphs glow disciplined without flare, and the plain's magenta glow casts an under-light across his greaves and gauntlets. Chrome carries turquoise streaks that migrate with angle, while crimson and ivory planes create bold contrast. Mood: uncanny awe and confrontation, heroic figure before alien monument, rendered in oil-painted pulp sci-fi cover style.
--mod low angle perspective, --mod epic scale framing, --mod heroic armored figure, --mod glowing glyph helmet, --mod alien machine monument, --mod crimson and ivory palette, --mod chrome reflection streaks, --mod romantic realism, --mod classic sci-fi cover, --mod crisp edge control, --mod magenta planetary surface, --mod twin moons backdrop
Prompt: Interior of colossal, hyper-advanced, enclosed spacecraft manufacturing facility—world-class engineering marvel, designed by visionary minds at peak of human innovation. Cavernous space gleams with polished floors and seamless metal walls, lined with articulated support and magnetic crane rails. Tinted observation windows stretch across upper level, hinting at command deck behind impact-resistant glass. Scale and structure are awe-inspiring, reminiscent of award-winning sci-fi cinematography, lit dramatically by overhead industrial lights and flickering sparks from machinery. Dozens of elite aerospace technicians in sleek, next-generation spacesuits, work on assembly of interstellar spacecraft. Engineers hover via anti-grav harnesses, while others operate robotic manipulators or coordinate via holographic displays. In continuous motion, automated robotic units with multi-jointed limbs and wheeled chassis transport massive alloy panels, plasma welders, and precision tools. Workers calibrate systems, weld hulls with blinding light. Semi-transparent hologram shows an exploded 3D view of spacecraft's internal systems. Technicians review schematics, checklists on digital clipboards, and engage in animated discussion. Every surface glows with smart indicators: color-coded pipelines, illuminated floor guides, interactive wall panels. Heat waves shimmer near high-energy devices. Sparks fly from cutting torches. Subtle lens flares highlight glossy textures. In the distant background, mech lift an engine core while robotic arms synchronize with military precision. Epic, intense, reverent—an operatic portrayal of industrial brilliance. Atmosphere crackles with kinetic energy and human ambition. Breathtaking fusion of science, scale, and craftsmanship. Cinematic ultra-HD, photorealistic, rendered in impeccable detail, with masterful lighting, depth of field, and rich metallic textures. An award-worthy masterpiece—envisioned by legendary sci-fi concept designer at peak of ability, ArtStation HQ style, Unreal Engine 5, Octane Render, 16k resolution, volumetric lighting, ambient occlusion, hyperreal textures, ray-traced reflections, sharp focus, trending on ArtStation.
Prompt: Environment: A vast asteroid field, orbiting a distant star, with massive space stations hovering.
Architecture: Observation domes attached to massive asteroid bases, connected by glowing bridges.
Technology: Space telescopes scanning distant galaxies, with powerful particle beams.
Atmosphere: The void of space contrasts with the small pockets of artificial light from the stations.
Light: Star light refracting through the glass domes, creating prismatic effects.
Color Palette: Dark blues, shimmering whites, with occasional flashes of metallic.
Photorealistic image in the style of Chris Foss and Eddie Mendoza.
Prompt: In the cavernous hollow of a mountain cleft, a lone arcane scholar‑warrior climbs a jagged dais of fractured rock to confront the ribcage of an ancient colossus—half‑statue, half‑sleeping titan—entombed within the stone. The ribs arch overhead in colossal spans, fissured and veined with buried ember as if the mountain itself still breathes. Twilight filters through shattered fissures far above, bruising the air with stormlight, but the chamber’s heart burns with a different fire: the will of one figure against a world asleep.
He plants his stance wide upon the dais, dwarfed by scale, every tendon drawn tight with resolve. His garb is a hybrid of robe and armor: layered cloth trailing dust, one shoulder sheathed beneath a battered pauldron, a torn mantle ash‑streaked, runic tools lashed to his belt. In his right hand, a hammer etched with molten runes flares at every strike; in his left, a torch held high pushes back the colossal shadows. Each blow drives sparks from the stone ribs; clouds of powder and pebbles shed in avalanches, boulders crack and tumble, and ember‑dust swirls around him like summoned motes.
Ambiguity sears the moment: is he driving a stake to bind the monster deeper into death, or summoning its return—hammering a silent heart back to life? His strikes could be exorcism or invocation; his torch could be warding flame or guiding beacon. The mountain resists, shuddering with each impact, yet the colossus shivers in reply—stone muscles fissuring, ember veins pulsing, shadows lifting as if vast lungs strain against silence.
He is both executioner and midwife, destroyer and awakener. Every strike is a crucible act, every echo a wager that the titan will either crumble to dust or rise in wrath. Dust veils fall like funeral shrouds; sparks sketch arterial streaks across the ribs; the torch paints wings of light that might yet beat again. One man stands before the sleeping heart of the world, knowing that with each blow he may end an age forever—or call it roaring back into being.
--mod heroic framing, --mod stylized realism, --mod vivid depth, --mod ultra focus, --mod contrast lock, --mod force saturation, --mod scale monumental, --mod lighting kinetic, --mod arcane scholar warrior garb, --mod ember vein stone ribs, --mod dust avalanche cascade, --mod torch warding beacon, --mod hammer molten runes, --mod extreme cavern scale, --mod awakening titan tension
Prompt: A surreal portrait rendered with meticulous precision, defined by a striking duality in its gaze. The subject’s deep hazel eyes dominate the composition, in vivid white, red, yellow, orange and black, carrying a weight of tension and intensity. This opposition within the eyes forms the central dialogue of the piece light and shadow, tenderness and turmoil, suspended in a single expression. The background is minimalist, washed in subtle gradients of gray and white, serving as a stark stage that enhances the portrait’s dramatic contrasts. Faint tonal washes blur across the surface like drifting smoke, heightening the tension between restraint and emotional depth. The facial structure is partially contrasted in surrealism, Each line carries a sense of instability, as though the figure itself is dissolving into the surrounding space, yet remains anchored by the piercing gaze. Hyper-detailed linework and mixed media effects trace across the composition, weaving between the smooth precision of digital sketching and the tactile imperfections of wet-on-wet paint. This interplay adds a sense of motion and psychological resonance, as if the portrait itself shifts between clarity and dissolution. High contrast accents heighten the sense of theatrical drama, the light sliding across fractured contours of the face, while shadows pool in unexpected spaces. Every element contributes to the impression of layered identity, a portrait that feels both deeply personal and hauntingly universal. The stylistic tone is reminiscent of Francis Bacon’s fragmented emotional realism and the smooth melting curved surrealistic lines of in the style of Salvador dali infused with the delicate yet intense photographic portraiture of Lee Jeffries, while the textural experimentation and stark tonal contrasts recall the surreal distortions. The result is a composition where every detail whether luminous or shadowed amplifies the unsettling beauty of contrast and emotion on a white background.
Prompt: Ophelia surfacing from the watery depths: a soft powdery white porcelain skin toned beautiful woman floating to the surface of the transparent ocean, her entire full body covered with wispy, splashing, crashing flowing transparent watery, misty, ocean waves, fluidity. She is almost not there but simultaneously concealing and revealing her form, turning her visage into an intricate interplay of textures, contrasts and portraiture. Her soft lips and vividly rendered beautiful teary eyes break through the surface with watery clarity, their hyper-realism acting as focal points of human warmth against the surrealism of waves cross her body. The waves carries both ornamental grace and watery rhythmic cadence, softening the stark contrasts of the design while adding natural ornamentation and dynamic movement. The portrait is alive with subtle contradictions: areas of meticulous rendering dissolve into unfinished fragments, as if the work itself pauses mid-breath, inviting contemplation of what is absent as much as what is present. Crackling surface textures suggest the slow aging of pigment over time, reminiscent of weathered frescoes or aged parchment, their tactile depth blending with a wet-on-wet painting approach. Lighting techniques enhance the dimensionality, chiaroscuro shadows weaving across body the create volume, while flashes of subtle highlight soft luminous edges. Impulsive contrasts and vibrant oscillations in the brushstrokes inject energy into the piece, merging control with chaos, precision with spontaneity. The overall atmosphere channels the painterly surrealism infused with the optical play and visual rhythm, while the textural finesse and tactile intensity echo the experimental surface treatments in contrast. The result is a portrait that stands at the crossroads of order and disruption, beauty and distortion, crashing ocean waves, rendered with extraordinary attention to detail and haunting symbolic presence.
Prompt: Like gazing into her own reflection, a hyper-realistic 3D holographic cutaway portrait of a woman emerges in ultra-sharp 32k resolution, her mirrored likeness split between the surface of human form and the inner civilisation it conceals. Her wild, wind-blown hair fans outward in sculptural turbulence, strands frozen in lifelike motion, as though both sides of the mirror carry the same restless energy. Her figure is revealed as a living cutaway diagram, dissolving along its mirrored plane into a complex architectural cross-section. Within her head unfolds a fully realised metropolis: stacked layers of streets, avenues, bridges, and elevated highways winding through the architecture of her skull. Vehicles glow like fleeting sparks, streetlights cast delicate halos, and high-rise structures intertwine with pedestrian pathways. Between these engineered grids, green parklands break through like fragments of memory. The civilisation within bustles with miniature, hyper-detailed figures—tiny yet vivid—each moving with deliberate intent, suggesting a society "living rent-free" inside her mind, endlessly at work within thought’s architecture. The mirrored composition doubles the illusion, as though two perspectives are locked in dialogue: the external figure of the woman, rendered in translucent, porcelain-like clarity, and her inner framework of civilisation projected back at her. Transparent holographic layering enhances the schematic precision, each tier of the city stacked with architectural depth, recalling the drafted intricacies of Lebbeus Woods, yet imbued with cinematic vitality reminiscent of Beeple’s digital maximalism. Surface textures heighten the tension between fragility and strength: fractured seams glimmer faintly like holographic kintsugi, neon threads pulse through exposed layers, and faint grids ripple across the mirrored planes. Roads shimmer with wet-textured realism, headlights trace faint neon arcs, while structures shift subtly with reflective distortions, echoing Escher’s fascination with recursive perception. The atmosphere is both cinematic and schematic, oscillating between raw technical precision and dreamlike intensity. The chiaroscuro contrasts of shadow and faint illumination carve depth into her form and the mirrored metropolis within, balancing the realism of human presence with the complexity of imagined civilisation. The result is a portrait of haunting intricacy: a mirrored woman whose reflection reveals not only her likeness, but an entire living city nested within her mind—an immersive, hyper-detailed fusion of portraiture, architecture, and holographic world-building.
Prompt: A full-body 3D demi relief rendering of a graceful woman, sketched with flowing water coloured pastel lines and layered wet-on-wet and oil washes that ripple like liquid shadows. Her form is realistic yet stylized with elegant curves, every contour captured in expressive strokes. Long, wild hair cascades outward in dynamic strands, each lock rendered with controlled chaos, suggesting both movement and depth. She is draped in an oversized shawl, its heavy fabric folding naturally around her figure, the fringe trailing into the composition like fine inked filigree. Surrounding her, intricate linework blooms into trees and flowers, woven into the scene with meticulous precision. The detailing carries a rhythmic energy, recalling the ornamental delicacy of Aubrey Beardsley and the imaginative flourish of Alexander Razumovsky. These natural elements are given a subtle three dimensional projection an illusion of layered textures that rise from the surface, adding weight and dimension to the otherwise flat medium. The stark white background heightens contrast, allowing the figure and surrounding motifs to stand in sharp relief. Fine cross-hatching, delicate ink flourishes, and flowing ornamental strokes enhance the design, transforming the portrait into a dynamic balance of realism and stylization. The overall impression is of a living sketch: tactile, intricate, and textured, where every line both defines and dissolves into the rhythm of form and nature.
Prompt: Graceful curvy sketch in charcoal and wet on wet black watery oil of a beautiful woman walking along a ocean shoreline, the misty wave crashing along the beach, her wild flowing long hair, she is draped in oversized sheer cloth with fringe, 3D projection reminiscent in the style of Alexander Razumovsky and Audrey Beardsley on white background, intricate linework, digital sketch, dynamic lighting to enhance 3D effect.
Ship ahoy, says the captain to the men, get the cannons on the ready, we're in buisiness once again!
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1008
(1.81 MP)
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Prompt: Buccaneer Captain hears his crew singing after spotting Spanish Galleon on the ocean:
"Ship ahoy, Ship ahoy,
says the captain the the men,
get the cannons on the ready,
we're in buisiness once again!
Ship ahoy, Ship ahoy,
say the pirates loud and bold,
the the hoist the Jolly Roger,
When they take anway th gold!"
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.
