Prompt: In the quiet chambers of the heart, sorrow weaves its tapestry. It is a delicate symphony of shadow and sighs, where memories linger like autumn leaves, fragile and bittersweet. Each tear holds a story untold, a whispered lament that dances between what was and what could have been. Sorrow's touch is both heavy and gentle, a soft embrace that tempers the soul's fire. It casts a hushed spell upon the world, turning vibrant colors into shades of gray. Yet, within its depths, resilience is born, as sorrow becomes the forge for the spirit's strength, shaping us into beings of profound grace.
Prompt: Amidst the sighs of withered stalks, a scarecrow stands sentinel in the moonlit embrace. Its tattered form, adorned with stories whispered by the wind, casts long shadows upon the barren earth. The full moon's glow paints its frame with silver light, and a tapestry of stars sparkles above, stitching dreams into the fabric of the night. It guards the silence with outstretched arms, a silent guardian of forgotten fields, its button eyes gazing into the endless cosmos. Under the celestial canopy, a sentinel of solitude, the scarecrow stands proud, a sentinel of the slumbering land.
Prompt: Amidst the sighs of withered stalks, a scarecrow stands sentinel in the moonlit embrace. Its tattered form, adorned with stories whispered by the wind, casts long shadows upon the barren earth. The full moon's glow paints its frame with silver light, and a tapestry of stars sparkles above, stitching dreams into the fabric of the night. It guards the silence with outstretched arms, a silent guardian of forgotten fields, its button eyes gazing into the endless cosmos. Under the celestial canopy, a sentinel of solitude, the scarecrow stands proud, a sentinel of the slumbering land.
Prompt: Amidst the emerald embrace of the ancient forest, a symphony of water and gravity dances eternally. The majestic waterfall, a cascade of liquid silk, plunges from the heights, a celestial ribbon unfurling against the canvas of nature's sanctuary. Its roar is a whispered secret of the earth, a rhythmic heartbeat echoing through time. Sunlight kisses each droplet, turning them into liquid diamonds that scatter rainbows into the air. Veils of mist rise, cloaking the falls in an ethereal embrace. Here, tranquility and power coalesce, an ode to the eternal rhythm of creation, where liquid dreams cascade in a ceaseless waltz.
Prompt: Amidst the shattered fragments of forgotten dreams, a lone tree stands resolute. Its branches, once adorned with vibrant life, now bear the scars of time's passage. Yet, it refuses to yield to the weight of solitude. Each gnarled limb tells a tale of resilience, a testament to nature's enduring spirit. The canvas of its bark, etched with the poetry of seasons, whispers secrets of ancient lands. Against a backdrop of twilight's gentle hues, this solitary sentinel evokes the poignant beauty of endurance and the profound grace of nature's inexorable dance with time—a visual symphony that resonates deep within the heart.
Prompt: In a canvas woven with threads of time, the anguish of forgotten voices emerges. A symphony of silenced stories, a testament to resilience, takes shape. Brushstrokes of empathy blend hues of suffering and strength, crafting a masterpiece that echoes the whispers of history's marginalized souls. As colors dance, narratives intertwine, revealing the unbreakable spirit that thrives amid adversity. The art embodies the pain of oppression, the beauty of endurance, and the hope that persists against all odds. Each stroke captures a heartbeat, each shade an emotion, creating a vivid portrayal of humanity's intricate tapestry, waiting to be unveiled and felt.
Prompt: 3D View of the lake, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality in sunshine in the style of Pérez Celis
Prompt: Acrylic painting, a junkyard of cars with beautiful weeds and a charming junkyard dog at sunset, watercolour patchwork, surreal, high contrast, beautiful perfect perspective, beautiful and clear colours, Jean Baptiste Monge, Thomas Wells Schaller, Arthur Rackham
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.
