Prompt: The chamber was less a room and more a cathedral of fear, supported by grotesque pillars of petrified bone and crisscrossed by strands of unholy webbing—filaments so strong and sharp they could shear ceramite. And at the heart of the web, poised upon a dais of glistening shadow, was Lolth.
She was impossibly large, a horrifying confluence of arachnid and nightmare. Her upper torso was a wicked mockery of Drow elegance, a figure clad in shifting black plates, her eyes—all eight of them—burning with cold, alien malice. Below the waist, she was a colossal, chitinous nightmare: eight legs tipped with poisoned barbs, a pulsating abdomen, and a low, chittering laugh that vibrated in D's teeth.
Prompt: a DESCRIPTION of forest digitalis treework, a broken canopy above million lightning fissures hairs flicker thousands of lightyears away, white dim ray of blinding hope light shining down hiding in great flower neon outter leaves, white petals giant flower as tall as the trees, rivers of volcano silt cool and renaisant, a woman comoflaged to look like a FLOWER DEITY: Lourdes Bloome.
Prompt: The fourfold hinge must not bear the weight of three. Two spheres shatter the surface veil. The Paradox Man is not a ghost, but a key, held between the Now and the Never.
Prompt: *The Superplane cuts through a curtain of clouds, revealing a sprawling, cyberpunk-inspired cityscape drenched in moody, moonlight shadows. The city is an amalgam of futuristic technology, urban decay and gothic styling. Skyscrapers reach high into the night, their glass-and-metal facades glimmering like jagged blades against the moonlit sky. Streetlights cast eerie, long-faded shadows across empty streets.*
*Sky-Captain's engines hum, the Superplane slowing as he assesses the layout of the city. His digital eyes scan the skyline, taking in the strange, gothic aesthetic.*
Prompt: The atmosphere on Veridia is a perpetual drizzle, a dense, humid blanket that clings to every surface. My instruments read a planetary density nearly twice that of Earth, and a gravity well to match. It's a world born of water and iron, a place where liquid seeps into every crevice and time has turned a once-thriving metropolis into a submerged monument to an unknown race. We call it "The Sunken Citadel."
Our shuttle's descent was a nightmare of atmospheric turbulence. The onboard diagnostic system failed to recognize the dense, mineral-rich cloud layers, and for a terrifying twenty minutes, we were flying blind, a metal coffin falling through an endless gray haze. We finally broke through to this eerie landscape of half-submerged skyscrapers and walkways. It's a city of giants, built by a people who must have been masters of metallurgy. The metal is incredibly resilient, a strange alloy that resists most of our cutting tools, yet millennia of exposure to this damp, corrosive air have painted the structures in a beautiful, somber palette of rust and decay.
The silence here is total, save for the rhythmic dripping of water and the quiet hum of my suit's life support. The water is dark and opaque, reflecting the skeletal remains of the city. What lies beneath? A network of submerged avenues, grand halls, and forgotten histories. My scans pick up nothing but a complex labyrinth of dead tech. The city's power core is cold; its data banks are silent. They left no trace, no message. They simply built this and then… vanished. It's a sobering thought, a stark reminder that even the most advanced civilizations can be swallowed by time.
I remember a line from a philosopher back on Earth, Thales of Miletus: "The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself." I find it's even more difficult to know a world like this. To understand what they were thinking, what they valued, why they built such a colossal, intricate structure only for it to sink into the deep. This city feels less like a ruin and more like a great, quiet thought, a lingering echo of a lost purpose. It's a place of profound and lonely beauty, a silent testament to a grandeur I can only begin to comprehend.
I spend my days mapping the exposed structures, hoping to find a hint, a single clue to their fate. But so far, nothing. Only the immense, beautiful, and heartbreaking solitude of a civilization that simply… ended.
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
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.
