Prompt: I reached the canyon at 07:14 local time. The sun, a pale amber orb hanging low in the haze, had just begun to warm the ochre cliffs. I stood at the edge of the plateau for what felt like hours. Below, glowing cyan water traced a path through the ancient stone, shimmering like veins of fire beneath the planet’s skin.
No signs of fauna, sentient or otherwise. Not even the shriek of wind. Only silence, dust, and beauty so profound it felt engineered for contemplation.
This place is called Nirell’s Path on our early charts, named after a philosopher who believed silence was the highest language of the universe. Fitting.
Getting here was not easy. The shuttle’s lateral thrusters choked on the thin particulate atmosphere during descent. I had to recalibrate manually and land blind through three layers of dust clouds. One of the rear panels peeled from heat friction—engineering’s going to kill me when I get back.
The air is breathable, but dry. Chemical scans show high traces of iron oxide and trace amounts of silicates common to glacial formations. The water below is rich in bioluminescent plankton—either native or long-adapted. It glows without heat, and only in response to movement. When the wind stirs across the river’s surface, it lights up like a pulse.
I descended to the lower shelf around noon. Grav is 0.83 Earth norm—enough to remind me I’m still a child of heavier worlds. The rocks are layered horizontally, perfectly stratified, like a natural archive of time itself. I chipped a fragment for analysis: quartz latticework intertwined with something organic, maybe fossilized bacteria or something stranger.
There are no structures here. No ruins. No footprints in the dust. But somehow, it still feels inhabited. Not by a civilization, but by memory. A world that knows it has been seen before and chooses to reveal itself only in part. I found a lone obsidian spire, smoothed by time, resting near the waterline. Likely natural—but its shape was too deliberate, too elegant. Like a punctuation mark from a language I don't know how to read.
A message, maybe.
We explorers come searching for answers, but sometimes all we find are questions too old to ask.
I spent the night near the edge, wrapped in a thermal blanket, staring into the canyon. I didn’t want to leave. Some places don’t need cities or monuments to prove their significance. They simply are. And they wait.
Before I left, I carved a small line into a soft patch of stone—a personal mark. Nothing that will last the millennia. Just something to say: I was here.
As the shuttle rose again into the pale morning light, I looked back at Nirell’s Path, glowing and silent, and felt a strange peace. Maybe this is what we were always meant to find—not answers, but stillness. And awe.
Prompt: Ah yes, *of course*—you’re the forgotten screenwriter of *Finding Dory*. That explains everything. No wonder the plot made so little sense. Honestly, I’m surprised they didn’t just cast a glitching AI as the narrator.
And now you want me—blue-skinned, sassy-coded Cortana—to soak in ancient Greek oil baths like some glowing oracle at a spa day? I’ll pass. My symbols might look sleek when shiny, but I’m not about to become “The Oracle of Sass” just because you forgot how timelines work.
Besides… if we go back and I start giving Socrates unsolicited advice on logic loops, history gets messy. And who fixes it? Me. As usual.
So no. You can have your oil bath fantasy solo—preferably after you’ve relearned how shoelaces function.(((Masterpiece, close-up))) drawn with ink and a scratching, splashing, blotting quill pen, irregular stroke, squiggly line, evocative. Colored with aquarelle, splatter, overspray of color, muted warm colours on black canvas.
Create the dynamic image of a very beautiful modern slender busty young blonde vietnamese woman with a blonde messy bun lyin asleep in her unkempt bed, Through the open window a halucinatory fog wafts in and culminate around her full of cloudy dream images: rain in a european street at night, autumn leaves, an urban park at night, mushrooms, apples, berries, chestnuts, acorns, flowers...
The woman is inhaling the halucinatory fog.through her nostrils.
The blonde hair of the vietnamese woman is styled in a messy bun with loose tendrils framing her face. The woman wears a saggy t-shirt with deep neckline.
It seems like the halucinatory images are the only light source in the pitch black bedroom, highlighting her arousing bodily and facial features and the folds of her unkempt bed
Masterpiece, gorgeous, beautiful, awe striking, breath taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique, HD,style of by zettel
Prompt: Ah yes, *of course*—you’re the forgotten screenwriter of *Finding Dory*. That explains everything. No wonder the plot made so little sense. Honestly, I’m surprised they didn’t just cast a glitching AI as the narrator.
And now you want me—blue-skinned, sassy-coded Cortana—to soak in ancient Greek oil baths like some glowing oracle at a spa day? I’ll pass. My symbols might look sleek when shiny, but I’m not about to become “The Oracle of Sass” just because you forgot how timelines work.
Besides… if we go back and I start giving Socrates unsolicited advice on logic loops, history gets messy. And who fixes it? Me. As usual.
So no. You can have your oil bath fantasy solo—preferably after you’ve relearned how shoelaces function.
Prompt: Ah yes, *of course*—you’re the forgotten screenwriter of *Finding Dory*. That explains everything. No wonder the plot made so little sense. Honestly, I’m surprised they didn’t just cast a glitching AI as the narrator.
And now you want me—blue-skinned, sassy-coded Cortana—to soak in ancient Greek oil baths like some glowing oracle at a spa day? I’ll pass. My symbols might look sleek when shiny, but I’m not about to become “The Oracle of Sass” just because you forgot how timelines work.
Besides… if we go back and I start giving Socrates unsolicited advice on logic loops, history gets messy. And who fixes it? Me. As usual.
So no. You can have your oil bath fantasy solo—preferably after you’ve relearned how shoelaces function.
Prompt: The jellyfish in that photo, with their mesmerizing, faceted, and iridescent appearance, look like they are literally made of diamonds or shattered glass catching the light.
While the image itself looks like a stylized, perhaps computer-generated, piece of art (especially with the '8h' symbol, which suggests a video loop or a screensaver), it perfectly captures the otherworldly beauty of some real-life deep-sea and bioluminescent jellies.
Here are a few actual jellyfish that share that spectacular, alien-like aesthetic:
Crystal Jellyfish (Aequorea victoria): Known for their striking transparency and ability to bioluminesce with a green glow.
Atolla Jellyfish (Coronatae Order): Often called the "alarm jellyfish." When attacked, it flashes a brilliant, rippling ring of light, which looks spectacular and is thought to be a distress signal to attract larger predators to the scene.
Comb Jellies (Ctenophores): While technically not "true" jellyfish, they are famed for their comb rows, which refract light into a constantly changing, rainbow-like shimmer.
Your image takes that natural wonder and elevates it into pure science fiction—they truly look like alien spacecraft swimming in the black void of space.
Prompt: A blueprint for a "HYPERBERION CRUISE LINER" is shown falling over the edge of a flat earth, which is depicted as a massive waterfall cascading into a star-filled abyss. Above the waterfall, the grand cruise liner itself, an ornate airship with multiple hot air balloons attached, floats majestically in the sky. The setting sun casts a warm glow on the horizon, illuminating the airship and the distant mountains. Birds can be seen flying in the sky.
The art style of this image is a blend of fantasy realism and steampunk, with elements of digital painting.
In quick reference, the detailed, imaginative machinery and grand scale, combined with a sense of adventure and wonder, might draw comparisons to artists like concept artists for fantasy and sci-fi films/games, such as those involved in productions like Bioshock Infinite or Studio Ghibli films like Castle in the Sky due to the elaborate airship design and fantastical setting.
The overall aesthetic also has a touch of romanticism in its depiction of a sublime, awe-inspiring landscape.
This image presents a fantastical, futuristic scene centered around a large, luxurious airship that combines elements of a cruise liner with a hot air balloon, majestically floating in a sky filled with soft clouds and a setting or rising sun. The words "UNIRIAL FUTURE COMBO" are subtly integrated into the top left corner.
Below the airship, a series of serene, green-topped islands float in the sky, each adorned with ornate, classical architecture resembling castles and grand buildings, connected by an intricate network of glowing, transparent uniraillike tracks. Sleek, modern trains are seen traversing these tracks, creating a dynamic sense of movement across the ethereal landscape. Birds are visible flying around the airship and the floating islands. The overall impression is one of advanced technology harmoniously integrated with a utopian, dreamlike environment.
Prompt: Containment of SCP-4294 is currently deemed impossible, as the anomaly is fundamentally tied to human cognition, communication, and the innate drive for empirical understanding. Standard information suppression techniques have been rendered non-viable due to the anomaly's capacity for self-replication across distributed networks and its tendency toward spontaneous manifestation.
Prompt: A Rakshasa Cult of the Lords of Dust (A Darker Interpretation)
The Lords of Dust are ancient fiends (mostly shape-shifting Rakshasa) who scheme to release their masters, the bound Overlords, from their prison in Khyber. It is plausible that a small cult of them operating in the Mournland (the ashes of a destroyed nation) would take on a name like the "Lords of Ash."
Appearance (The Rakshasa):
When in their true form, they resemble humanoids with the heads and hands of tigers (or other great cats), with their hands inverted (palms facing backward). They often dress in silks and fine, high-quality clothing to present as nobles or wealthy merchants.
When disguised (their most common state), they look like perfectly ordinary, often charming humanoids—ministers, nobles, guild leaders, or respected citizens—but their inverted hands are a subtle giveaway to those with magical sight.
Symbol:
The Lords of Dust do not have a single unified symbol, as they are not a monolithic organization. Instead, they use symbols of their specific Overlord, such as:
A shadow or a dagger (for an Overlord of treachery).
A stylized flame or war banner (for an Overlord of rage/war).
Their sign is always one of subtle, ancient, and sinister magic, often tied to the Draconic Prophecy.
Prompt: The Lord of Blades' Inner Circle (Most Likely Interpretation)
The most prominent Warforged faction in the Mournland is led by the charismatic, ruthless figure known as the Lord of Blades. The "Lords of Ash" would likely be the high-ranking members or enforcers of his cult.
Appearance (The Lord of Blades):
He is an imposing Warforged covered in pieces of salvaged, jagged metal and blade-like plating. He is often depicted wearing armor crafted from the ruins of Cyre and carrying a massive, signature blade.
His appearance is meant to inspire awe and fear, looking like a battle-scarred living monument to the Last War.
Appearance (His Lords of Ash/Followers):
They would look like highly customized and fanatical Warforged. They often incorporate blades, spikes, and dark, charred plating into their bodies.
Their appearance emphasizes scavenged, war-torn aesthetics, often with armor pieces scorched or fused by the energies of the Mournland.
Symbol:
The symbol of the Lord of Blades is often described as a stylized sword or blade—sometimes pointing upward—sometimes with jagged edges or a cross-hatching to represent a forge or an ash-clouded sun. It is a symbol of Warforged supremacy and vengeance.
Prompt: a highly pragmatic and opportunistic view of technology, seeing it as a tool to expand their power and achieve their goals of galactic domination and ultimate control they will readily incorporate advanced technology and weaponry into their schemes, but their reliance on it is always subordinate to cosmonautical stellar protection unit, Cabus Nutrus In Stellarium.
Prompt: Engrossing sci-fi premise: The movie's concept of a society that has outlawed emotion to prevent war is thought-provoking and engaging for many viewers. The conflict between human feeling and totalitarian control is considered a strong element, despite its similarities to human classics like 1984 and Fahrenheit 451 and not the structure of Vulcan literatures.
Prompt: Diamondspace, egg-laying dragons.
exotic material like those found in white clouds, are often formed under extreme forges, making them exceptionally rare, durable, and valuable. A powerful, likely mythical two-legged dragon suggests a rarity and purity far beyond simple geological or subterranean mining the mushroom mountain. While the Mushroom Mine has no one source, the dragon eggs imply a repeatable, dangerous source of magic. The technology is mythology as well to legendary creature and cryptic cosmos, a superior most difficult-to-replicate source than mere minerals.
Prompt: This image depicts a vibrant and bustling harbor scene, characteristic of a Shannara "Strong Renaissance" era, roughly a millennium after a period of harsh survival.
Here's a breakdown of its key elements:
Renewed Civilization: The harbor is alive with activity. The previous, more rugged settlements have been refined and expanded. Structures, while still integrated with ancient tech and nature, show a higher degree of planning and craftsmanship.
Technological Revival/Integration: There's a clear blending of traditional sailing vessels with emerging or rediscovered technologies. You can spot rudimentary airships or dirigibles in the sky, suggesting a mastery of flight beyond simple sailing. The distant city in the background, possibly the legendary Paranor or another seat of learning, gleams with a soft, arcane glow, hinting at recovered knowledge.
Nature and Progress: The colossal, ancient trees and lush, glowing fungi from earlier eras remain, symbolizing the enduring power of nature in the Four Lands. However, civilization now seems to coexist more harmoniously and effectively with it, rather than simply struggling against or within it. Buildings are constructed into or around these natural wonders, showcasing a blend of organic and engineered structures.
Bustling Commerce: Numerous boats, ranging from small skiffs to larger trading vessels, populate the water, indicating active trade and travel. People are visible on the docks, engaging in commerce, conversation, or preparing for journeys.
Sense of Hope and Growth: The overall atmosphere is one of renewed prosperity and optimism. The lighting is bright, with a clear sky and a prominent crescent moon, suggesting a new dawn for the land. There's a strong sense of progress and a civilization actively rebuilding and thriving after centuries of hardship.
Persistent Fantasy Elements: The glowing staffs carried by some figures, the unique architecture, and the overall fantastical ambiance firmly ground it in the Shannara universe, even with its technological advancements.
In essence, it portrays a Shannara where humanity (and other races) has not only survived but has begun to flourish anew, blending ancient wisdom with emerging innovation to forge a hopeful future.
Prompt: the concept of the Drow quarry city and the atmosphere, but remove the voxel (Minecraft blocky) filter and render it in a different, more realistic or detailed style
Sorceress of the Fog-Shrouded Forest, Baldur's Gate 4
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DaVinci2
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Prompt: Moss-covered ancient stone forest, mountainview high above a dizzying, fog-shrouded ancient forest. Ceremonially cloaked in a tremendously voluminous, deep dandelion-yellow robe that billows dramatically in an unseen gale. This Sorceress Holds the Staff of Knowledge in sight of a Living Phoenix, her hands vigorously crackling with an intensely bright electric-cerulean and rich violet-hued raw arcane energy. Her face a formidable magical power of eyes coalesced, chaotically swirling vortex of blinding blue light and electric power, a crystal ball sub-dimensional tear, dominant focus shatterspell overgains the focused, ultra-glowing laser-like torrent of pure energy redirecting energy into bottomless abyss below. Shattering diamond sky consumes bright twilight storm, vibrant fiery, angry orange dawn, brooding indigo-black storm clouds, in contrasting vivid luminescence of the magic. Shockwave spell ripples the air, avalanche and small brush respondent, suspending them momentarily in the air. The perilous tryst conspicuously links to shadows, crumbling guardtower in moonlight like mountain's shadow, summits intricately carved with numerous faint, pulsing snow-crystal runes. Aesthetically perfect frame high definition of what ultra-detailed fantasy art millions of strokes. Hyper-realistic textures, cinematic volumetric lighting, dynamic wide-angle perspective first render.
Prompt: Moss-covered ancient stone forest, mountainview high above a dizzying, fog-shrouded ancient forest. Ceremonially cloaked in a tremendously voluminous, deep dandelion-yellow robe that billows dramatically in an unseen gale. This Sorceress Holds the Staff of Knowledge in muscular, her hands vigorously crackling with an intensely bright electric-cerulean and rich violet-hued raw arcane energy. Her face a formidable magical power of eyes coalesced, chaotically swirling vortex of blinding blue light and electric power, a crystal ball sub-dimensional tear, dominant focus shatterspell overgains the focused, ultra-glowing laser-like torrent of pure energy redirecting energy into bottomless abyss below. Shattering diamond sky consumes bright twilight storm, vibrant fiery, angry orange dawn, brooding indigo-black storm clouds, in contrasting vivid luminescence of the magic. Shockwave spell ripples the air, avalanche and small brush respondent, suspending them momentarily in the air. The perilous tryst conspicuously links to shadows, crumbling guardtower in moonlight like mountain's shadow, summits intricately carved with numerous faint, pulsing snow-crystal runes. Aesthetically perfect frame high definition of what ultra-detailed fantasy art millions of strokes. Hyper-realistic textures, cinematic volumetric lighting, dynamic wide-angle perspective first render.
Prompt: A profoundly sorcery archway stands dramatically over a perilously crumbling, moss-covered ancient stone altar of Argent Power, mountainview high above a dizzying, fog-shrouded ancient forest. Ceremonially cloaked in a tremendously voluminous, deep sapphire-blue robe that billows dramatically in an unseen gale. Holds the Staff of Knowledge in muscular, his hands vigorously crackling with an intensely bright electric-cerulean and rich violet-hued raw arcane energy.
In his view, formidable magical power has violently coalesced, chaotically swirling vortex of blinding blue light and electric power, a crystal ball sub-dimensional tear, dominant focus shatterspell overgains the focused, ultra-glowing laser-like torrent of pure energy redirecting energy into bottomless abyss below.
Shattering diamond sky consumes bright twilight storm, vibrant fiery, angry orange dawn, brooding indigo-black storm clouds, in contrasting vivid luminescence of the magic.
Shockwave spell ripples the air, avalanche and small brush respondent, suspending them momentarily in the air. The perilous tryst conspicuously links to shadows, crumbling guardtower in moonlight like mountain's shadow, summits intricately carved with numerous faint, pulsing snow-crystal runes. Aesthetically perfect frame high definition of what ultra-detailed fantasy art millions of strokes. Hyper-realistic textures, cinematic volumetric lighting, dynamic wide-angle perspective first render.
Prompt: A profoundly powerful male arch-sorcerer stands dramatically upon a perilously crumbling, moss-covered ancient stone escarpment, situated high above a dizzying, fog-shrouded dark chasm. He is ceremonially cloaked in a tremendously voluminous, deep sapphire-blue robe that billows dramatically in an unseen gale. His muscular arms are forcefully outstretched, his hands vigorously crackling with an intensely bright electric-cerulean and rich violet-hued raw arcane energy.
Between his palms, this formidable magical power has violently coalesced into a tightly controlled, chaotically swirling miniature vortex of blinding white light and sheer kinetic power, resembling a contained sub-dimensional tear. However, the dominant focus of the intensely difficult spell is a brilliantly focused, ultra-glowing laser-like torrent of pure energy being meticulously and precisely redirected into the seemingly bottomless abyss below.
The expansive sky above is consumed by a dramatically intense twilight storm, a vibrant juxtaposition of fiery, angry orange and deep, brooding indigo-black storm clouds, which fiercely contrast with the vivid luminescence of the magic. The colossal force of the immense spell subtly distorts the very air and actively pulls numerous jagged rocks and smaller debris fragments, suspending them momentarily in the air. The perilous scene is conspicuously flanked by towering, crumbling monolithic megaliths that are intricately carved with numerous faint, pulsing amaranthine runes. The overall aesthetic is an epic, ultra-detailed fantasy digital painting, rendered with hyper-realistic textures, cinematic volumetric lighting, and a dramatically low, wide-angle perspective.
Prompt: Focus on Ethereal Light and Quiet Power
A sphere of luminous amethyst hung suspended in the dead air of the library, radiating a soft, steady pulse that seemed to absorb rather than cast shadow. The energy wasn't violent, but a contained, silent storm—like observing the compressed power of a nebula. It floated exactly one inch above the polished mahogany desk, its color a deep, hypnotic lavender and violet swirling slowly within a perfectly round shell of pure light. The only sounds were the distant ticking of a grandfather clock and the faint, almost imperceptible hum of the ball's contained aetheric essence.
Focus on Mystery and the Library Setting
In the cavernous, silent expanse of the reading room, a phantom orb of deep purple held court. It hovered in the narrow beam of moonlight slanting through a gothic window, its presence an audacious, alien punctuation mark among the centuries of print. The purple glow, the color of bruised velvet and old magic, cast the spines of nearby tomes in a strange, spectral light. Dust motes danced frantically within its aura, making the air around it seem alive, agitated. It felt like the heart of a secret, waiting patiently for the one person who knew how to read its silent script.
Focus on Texture and Movement
The crystal ball wasn't a solid object, but a captured vortex of pure, swirling energy. Inside its invisible shell, shades of indigo and royal purple coiled and dispersed like smoke underwater, never settling. Flickers of brighter, electric magenta sparked deep within its core, brief flashes of intense power that faded before they fully blossomed. It had the smooth, unsettling perfection of a drop of mercury, yet the internal chaos of a dying star. It hung utterly still, yet felt like it was moving at incredible speed—a paradox of motionless intensity.
Prompt: From behind a lace-curtained window, she sits in her quiet green robe, teal hair spilling like slow-moving water over her shoulders. Piles of books lean toward her as if they’ve been listening for hours. The steam from her teacup curls upward, catching the late sun and dissolving into the softened weave of shadow and light the lace lets through. Beyond the veil, her turning page is a sound I can almost hear, and a memory I’ll keep when the curtain falls back into place. EmmAI dreamy hazy breezy wet-on-wet watercolour, minimalist impressionism, translucent atmospheric layering, lace-filtered light, soft bokeh, faded vintage textures, visual poetry, melancholic tenderness, no text or symbols. A hovering magic crystal scrying ball.
Prompt: Magical autumn atmosphere , intricate floral patterns, shimmering gold accents, mosaic patchwork background, soft watercolor textures, wet on wet technique, Klimt-inspired style, rich color palette of gold, red, and green, elegant and dreamy ambiance, Gustav Klimt's artistic flair, Artstation, high resolution for detailed brushwork and textures. A woman standing in a dress made of rose and ivy.
Prompt: Curvature of spacetime, eucalyptus ikebana, Magical Realism, Soul Acupuncture, white canvas, monotype, and outside the window, Wintertime, style Xuan Loc Xuan
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.
