Prompt: In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the pulsating lights and the rhythmic beat of the nightlife, Min Yoongi prowls the streets. Unseen by mortal eyes, he is a creature of the shadows, a vampire whose existence is both captivating and dangerous. With his mesmerizing gaze and ethereal charm, he lures unsuspecting souls into his embrace, drawing them into his world of darkness and desire. Yet, beneath his enigmatic exterior lies a soul tormented by centuries of solitude, haunted by memories of a time long past. As he navigates the complexities of his immortal existence, Min Yoongi grapples with the eternal struggle between his insatiable thirst for blood and the fragile threads of humanity that still bind him to the mortal realm.
Prompt: In a lush, enchanted forest, beneath the canopy of ancient trees, a young girl sits upon a moss-covered rock, her eyes immersed in a book bound in shimmering gold. As she reads, the characters leap off the pages, dancing around her in a whirl of magic and wonder. The air is alive with the whispers of the story, and with each turn of the page, the world around her transforms, weaving tales of adventure and mystery into the very fabric of the forest. Fairy lights twinkle overhead, casting a soft glow upon her face as she becomes lost in the enchanting realms of her imagination.
Prompt: Giant white anaconda, sleek and powerful, coils majestically around a historic clock tower, intricate details on the clock face, aged stone bricks, lush green vines creeping up the tower, dramatic perspective, towering height, mystical atmosphere, foggy surroundings, mysterious shadows, intricate patterns on the snake's scales, subtle reflections, soft natural light filtering through the mist, eerie ambiance, digital painting, hyper-realistic style, by surrealist artist Vladimir Kush, ArtStation.
Prompt: A WOMAN FIGURE BREAKING THE CHAINS OF STEREOTYPICAL SOCIETY . HER FACE IS GLOWING. SWEAT DROPS ARE FALLING OUT OF HER FIGURE. HER FEET ARE BLEEDING. BUT SHE IS STANDING HIGH
Prompt: Bold impasto texture, thick expressive brushstrokes, intricate detailing, vibrant colour scheme, dramatic light and shadow interplay, hyper-realistic execution, emotionally charged atmosphere, profound narrative depth, artful technique, EmmAI dynamic composition, by Rembrandt and Van Gogh, high-resolution, oil on canvas painting, a single pink rose lying on a textured burlap surface. The rose has soft, delicate petals that display a gradient of shades, from deep pink at the edges to lighter tones in the center. It is partially turned, showcasing its organic form and gentle curves. Surrounding the rose are several vibrant green leaves, each with a glossy finish, contrasting sharply with the burlap's earthy tones. The background is softly blurred with shimmering bokeh effects that create a dreamy, ethereal atmosphere, enhancing the rose's beauty. The overall colour palette is warm and inviting, emphasizing the natural elegance of the flower against the rustic texture of the burlap.
Prompt: The 18-year-old boy rode gracefully through the meadow, his blonde hair catching the sunlight and his eyes, a striking contrast of black, scanning the horizon with a sense of adventure. He was dressed in a stunning ensemble, the vibrant blue fabric of his outfit fluttering in the gentle breeze, accentuating the ivory hue of his skin.
Mounted atop his majestic steed, a pure white beauty, he seemed to merge with the idyllic landscape, becoming one with the rhythm of nature. The horse moved with elegant poise, its powerful muscles rippling beneath its snowy coat as it carried its rider through the lush greenery of the meadow.
With every stride, the boy exuded an air of youthful energy and determination, his spirit as untamed as the wildflowers that danced in the wind around them. Together, they forged a bond of trust and companionship, embarking on a journey filled with endless possibilities and the promise of new horizons.
Prompt: In the depths of a shadowy forest, where moonlight filters through the dense canopy, two mythical beings find themselves drawn together by an irresistible force—a girl who walks the night as a vampire, and a boy who prowls beneath the moon as a werewolf.
The vampire girl moves with a silent grace, her porcelain skin kissed by the pale glow of the moon. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of crimson, gleam with an otherworldly hunger, reflecting the eternal thirst that courses through her veins. Cloaked in a gown of midnight velvet, she is both alluring and dangerous, a creature of the night who walks the thin line between darkness and desire.
Opposite her stands the werewolf boy, his form towering and powerful, his senses keen and alert beneath the silver light. His fur, a mix of shades ranging from dusk to dawn, ripples with every movement, a testament to the primal energy that courses through his veins. His amber eyes, tinged with gold, hold a wild intensity, reflecting the untamed spirit of the wilderness that flows within him.
Though their natures may be at odds, there is a magnetic pull between them, a bond that transcends the boundaries of their respective worlds. In each other's presence, they find a sense of belonging, a connection that ignites a spark of forbidden desire amidst the darkness.
Together, they navigate the delicate balance of their intertwined destinies, drawn together by a love that defies the odds—a love that burns bright against the backdrop of an eternal night. For in each other's arms, they find solace and strength, united in their shared journey through the shadows of a world that fears and misunderstands them.
Prompt: In the gentle sway of a winding stream,
Where water glistens in the sunbeam's gleam,
There lies a melody, soft and pure,
A dance of liquid, ever sure.
It starts with a trickle, a whispering flow,
Like notes of a song that softly grow,
Each drop a dancer, graceful and free,
Moving in harmony, with serene decree.
The melody ebbs and flows with the tide,
As waves caress the shore with pride,
In a rhythm only water can compose,
A symphony of nature, nobody knows.
It's a dance of life, a timeless art,
Where every drop plays its part,
In the grand performance of Earth's embrace,
The dance melody of water, in endless grace.
Prompt: In the shadowed halls where whispers dwell,
Lies a maiden bound by a sorrowful spell.
Youth's bloom upon her, yet joy's denied,
For her heart in darkness forever abides.
A cursed maiden, her laughter turned to woe,
Her path shrouded in an eternal throe.
Upon her brow, a tiara black as night,
A crown of sorrow, a beacon of blight.
Though her eyes may glisten with tears unshed,
And her steps may falter with the weight of dread,
In her cursed plight, she finds a somber grace,
A melancholy dance in this desolate space.
Her beauty veiled in the depths of despair,
Yet the darkness around her she's learned to wear.
For in the glimmer of her tiara's mournful shine,
Lies a tale of sorrow, a story divine.
A cursed female in her youth's embrace,
Bound by sadness, yet adorned with grace.
Forever haunted by the shadows' call,
Her heart's lament, the darkest of all.
Prompt: Under the luminescent glow of the moonlight, a young girl dances with grace and fluidity, her silver dress shimmering like stars against the night sky. Her long, straight black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of ebony silk, swaying gently with each movement.
With bare feet gliding across the dew-kissed grass, she moves with an ethereal elegance, her every step a testament to the beauty of the night. Her arms stretch towards the heavens, fingertips brushing against the celestial canvas above as if reaching for the stars themselves.
As the moonbeams caress her skin, she seems to radiate with an inner light, illuminating the darkness with her sheer presence. Each twist and turn of her body tells a story, a silent symphony of movement that captivates all who behold her.
In this enchanted moment, she is not merely a girl dancing in the moonlight; she is a vision of beauty and grace, a celestial being caught between worlds. With each graceful leap and twirl, she becomes one with the night, her spirit soaring on the wings of imagination and wonder.
And as the night wears on, she dances on, lost in the enchantment of the moonlit world around her, her silver dress shimmering like a beacon of light in the darkness, her long, straight black hair trailing behind her like a cloak of midnight. For in this fleeting moment, she is truly free, her spirit soaring among the stars, forever bound to the magic of the moonlight.
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.
