Prompt: A woman in an ominous black, long, hooded cloak flowing in a gust a chilling wind, stands in the center of a large, jewel-encrusted, hyroglyph-enscribed, cement circle, in the middle of a vast desert plain, as a gigantic ancient-looking gnarled tree of golden, blue and green leaves rises up on her right, and the woman stands with her head lifted toward the sky, and a pointed glowing raven-black stone pointing down with a spire of a dark beam shooting downward pressed between her hands. And all is surrounded by sparkling snow, and the edges of the enchanted circle are encrusted and surrounded by pointy, wicked-looking spikes and fingers of cracking ice.
My chains are gone, I've been set free; My God my Savior has ransomed me!
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AIVision
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Prompt: Man standing in a pouring rain, eyes closed, face lifted high toward the gray skies. On his hands and at his feet are old broken chains, coming apart at last.
Prompt: "By early afternoon, they came to an area that seemed forgotten by time itself. It was a scene of ancient beauty. A sparkling river flowed nearby, tumbling gently over shallow waterfalls. The trees seemed larger than usual and widely spaced, a the ground between them was padded with thick grass and soft mats of forest moss. Green vines and brightly colored flowers created a gatden atmosphere, and a delightful canopy of leaves and pine branches filtered the sunlight into golden spires. They walked quietly through the trees until they came to the ruins of a forgotten estate. The outer walls had crumbled, and the rusted gates had fallen from their hinges. They walked through the gates and stood in the outer court of what once must have been a majestic palace.
They stood before the blackened ruins of a great and ancient palace. The trees and vine had nearly swallowed the structure, and it looked as though it was trying to return to nature, but its residual magnificence was unmistakable."
Prompt: Frodo, a handsome young hobbit with curly black hair, stands in the darkness wearing his gray elven cloak, glaring at us. He holds out one hand, palm up, and presenting the ring of power temptingly in his palm.
Prompt: The young, dark-haired king, Shumiel Dan, turned away from the floor-to-ceiling window of his sunlit, royal bedchamber and addressed the male servant who was about his own 18 years and tall, who stod respectfully in the ornate wooden doorway if the room.
Prompt: Frances was gazing at the scene with the desire of youth to escape from the tedium of confinement, when, as if by magic, all was still. The rushing winds had ceased, the pelting of the storm was over, and, springing to the window, with delight pictured in her face, she saw a glorious ray of sunshine lighting the opposite wood. The foliage glittered with the checkered beauties of the October leaf, reflecting back from the moistened boughs the richest lustre of an American autumn. In an instant the piazza, which opened to the south, was thronged with the inmates of the cottage. The air was mild, balmy, and refreshing; in the east, clouds, which might be likened with the retreating masses of a discomfited army, hung around the horizon in awful and increasing darkness. At a little elevation above the cottage, the thin vapor was still rushing towards the east with amazing velocity; while in the west the sun had broken forth and shed his parting radiance on the scene below, aided by the fullest richness of a clear atmosphere and a freshened herbage.
Prompt: {{an image of a compass and medieval adventurers, feeling of the unknown}} Not all that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost, The old that is strong does not glitter, Deep roots are not reached by the frost (powerful art, impactful)
Wishing my wonderful mother a happy birthday today!
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AIVision
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Prompt: The most beautiful, fantastic, heart-warming birthday card ever. In big, beautiful sprawling cursive lettering on the front is written in sparkling gold "Happy Birthday Mom!"
There's always a reason to smile. If you can't find the sun, turn a light on inside.
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AIVision
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Prompt: Very close up of a teenage girl with tussled medium brown hair put up in back of her head, showing only stray bangs at the sides that have escaped the bun and blow loosly in her face and at the shaded sides. A beam of sunlight shines diagonally across the middle of her face, making her grayish-sapphire eyes shine, and her soft lightly freckled skin glow warmly. Her expression is of a slight, serene smile in her eyes, and no other part of the girl can be seen except what is mentioned. Design slightly like detailed sketch but the sunlit diagonal strip of her face is in delicate color. Image gives the essence of serene and benevolent innocence.
LotR plot twist: Aragorn leaves Lady Arwen and rides off to fight Faramir for Eowyn.
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AIVision
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Prompt: A group of elven people, led by a beautiful elven princess bride with long dark brown hair on a gray pony, ride up the stone walk to a beautiful castle, where a handsome but rugged-looking shoulder-length-brown-haired king awaits them.
Prompt: A girl falling in the air who has jumped off a very high and majestic cliff, because of being chased by an evil fantasy army, and is surrounded by a magic whirlwind of wind and beautiful birds and majestic fairies.
The King and the Princess having dinner together...
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AIVision
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1024 X 1024
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Prompt: A young dark-haired king of about 19 years old, sitting in a castle at a long lavish dinner table, with only a beautiful blonde princess of about 17 sitting next to him. There is no one else at the table or in the room and the narrow room is lit only by candlelight. Everything is renaissance and the princess has very long blonde hair that flows over her shoulders as she rests one elbow on the table with her lovely head leaning on the palm of her hand as she stares at the young king. Part of her long hair is in an elaborate braid crowning the top of her head. You cannot see the King's face at all for his back is to us and the Princess looks at him only, and not at us. There is no one else but the two royals at the table. There are no windows and it is night time.
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.