Cucumis citrullus sectus, qui instar vaginæ cum dentibus videtu
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AIVision
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Prompt: Create A still life painting featuring a vibrant assortment of tropical fruits arranged in a rustic setting, set against a cloudy sky backdrop. The composition includes a large watermelon, sliced open to reveal its red, juicy flesh, surrounded by other fruits like pineapples, papayas, guavas, and cashew fruits, with their rich textures and colors creating a striking contrast with the serene sky. The detailed and realistic style captures the natural beauty and abundance of these exotic fruits, evoking the work of Albert Eckhout.
Prompt: Create a serene scene unfolds: an old, weathered truck, its paint faded and rusty, rests quietly under the sweeping branches of a weeping willow tree. The willow's long, slender branches drape gently over the truck, providing a dappled shade. Nearby, a calm pond reflects the lush greenery and the overhanging tree branches. At the edge of the pond, an elderly Black man sits on a wooden stool, his focus on the water. He's holding a simple cane fishing pole, waiting patiently for a catch. The peaceful atmosphere is accentuated by the soft sounds of nature and the tranquility of the setting.
Desert Reflections During Sunstroke : A Mural in Spiritual Decay
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AIVision
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1024 X 1024
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Prompt: Salvador Dalí found himself marooned in the surreal landscape of Bombay Beach, Salton Sea, California, an existential dead oasis that echoed the toxic dreams of his own imagination. It was a trippy, sun-baked dystopia—half-abandoned, half-embraced by the eccentric and the eclectic. The beach itself was a melting pot of decay and desire, its shores lined with the crumbling remains of a once-promising resort town. Dalí wandered through the dust and ruin, as if navigating the wild currents of his subconscious.
Prompt: I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Mister City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying
Prompt: And I went to his funeral. The procession was magnificent. Above his head flew airplanes. And she — confused and mournful. In her eyes glimmered the city’s glow. And though her eyelashes were wet with tears, her face was radiant — as if embroidered with memories. That was the wife at her husband’s funeral, and the summary of his life.
Prompt: Combine all elements into a single chimera Transformer robot, portrayed in a monochrome pen drawing for a black and white coloring book page. The robot features the torso of a “T” boy, with the head of a piranha adorned with a motorcycle helmet. It has the legs of a robot flea, complete with great long spurs and spiked riding boots. Its tail is a chainsaw, reminiscent of a beaver’s tail, and its nose resembles a yellow submarine. The chimera also sports a great-toothed mouth for added fierceness.
Prompt: Amidst the tumult of the mist and weather, the heart of hearts beats within the sanctuary of ancient oaks, untouched by sorrow, and open to the sky, to the music of the rain’s patter and the possibility it brings.
What Happens When You Use Bk Of Revelations Verses As Image Prompts
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Realismo
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1600 X 1200
(1.92 MP)
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Prompt: Create An apocalyptic vision of locusts emerging from smoke — each one shaped like a horse prepared for battle, wearing crowns of gold upon their heads. Their faces resemble those of men, with flowing hair like women and fierce lion-like teeth. Their bodies are armored with iron breastplates, wings roaring like chariots and many horses charging into war. Their tails resemble scorpions, tipped with stingers glowing with venomous power. Render with epic, dramatic lighting, biblical atmosphere, dust and smoke, high detail, and ominous tone.
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加利安好基因
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The Greate Work for me is at the intersection of memory, material, and myth where the dream actualizes into a kink of Philosophers Stone. My practice draws from found objects,mining my own pigments, natural decay, and forgotten technologies to explore how meaning erodes and reforms over time. Through layered compositions and experimental processes, I search for a quiet dialogue between the human hand and the remnants of a changing world and the collective soul of everything other than human.
Artist statement
My work explores the thresholds between the visible and the unseen. I draw from dreams, decay, and the strange beauty that emerges when natural and mechanical worlds overlap. Each piece is a kind of excavation—of memory, matter, and the quiet forces that shape perception. What interests me most is the tension between what can be named and what resists definition, where images begin to think for themselves.
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.
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You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
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