Techno-Organic Fusion: The Heart's Intricate Design
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1024
(1.84 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A close-up of the human heart, captivating viewers with its detailed features. The Heart is a fascinating combination of artificial intelligence and biological beauty. Instead of the traditional pattern of vessels and arteries, it is made in the form of a high-tech printed circuit board, studded with tiny microchips and electronic components in a stunning black, green and gold hue. Each microchip on the board is flawlessly rendered, with tiny gold markings and green chains running through the heart, creating a surreal aesthetic. The detail is so precise that even the smallest details are clearly visible, and the high resolution image demonstrates the impressive precision and craftsmanship that went into creating this work of art. The heart is surrounded by an elegant translucent shiny white soul frame, highlighting the heart's futuristic design and adding extra visual sophistication to the image. The contrast between the organic shape of the heart and its technological complexity creates a fascinating tension that encourages the viewer to consider the relationship between man and machine. Overall, the image is a celebration of the confluence of technology and biology that shapes our modern world, and a visual masterpiece that redefines the boundaries of artistic representation and creative expression. Contrasting light. Full UHD 32K with 16:9 aspect ratio.
Prompt: Golden sunflowers standing tall,
In fields of green, they grace us all.
Their faces follow the sun's path,
And bask in light until its last.
And as the day begins to wane,
The sun descends, a fiery reign.
A burst of colors in the sky,
As orange, pink and gold collide.
The sunflowers now bow their heads,
As the sky turns to dusky reds.
The sunset's beauty fills our soul,
A peaceful end, a perfect goal.
So let us cherish sunflowers and sunsets,
And all the beauty that nature begets.
For in these moments, we find peace,
And all our worries and troubles cease.
Prompt: Imagine a storm of passion, where the heavens are pierced by lightning and the earth blooms in an ecstatic fire of poppies - it is not just a landscape, but a manifestation of unfeigned femininity, where "Kenzo Flower" by Kenzo Eau de Parfum is raised as an altar of forbidden desires. In the center of the composition is a majestic perfume bottle: its body, cut from transparent crystal, gracefully bends like the neck of a mythical siren, thin and elongated, with a soft glow of liquid inside that radiates golden reflections of sunset. At the top is a miniature poppy, its petals are red, velvety, like lips in a kiss, with a black heart pulsating darkness, and the stem, black and straight, crowns the flower as a crown of passion, casting a thin shadow on glass. Next - packaging, white cardboard case, strict and ascetic, like marble obelisk in the chaos of a storm: on his side - silhouette of the same maki, drawn elegant line, petals red, stalks thin, and inscription "Flower by Kenzo Eau de Parfum" hovers above thin font, with French engraving, where "Eau de Parfum" drops down, inviting to touch. The case is slightly tilted, its white contrasts with the darkness, creating the illusion that it is a lighthouse in the storm, a portal from the world of subtlety into a vortex of primeval power. The background is a symphony of chaos and rebirth: on the left - thunderous clouds, leaden and puffed, penetrated by flashes of lightning that beat like whips of gods, coloring the sky in shades of indigo and purple; rain freezes, drops hang in the air, catching light. In the center - a giant poppy, king of the field: its petals, translucent, flutter from purple at the root to orange on the edges, with veins that pulsate like veins under the skin; center - blue, velvety, with black thorns, standing guardians surrounded by golden pollen. The tall stem, covered with a cannon, the bent sepals reveal a secret, and around it - a group of companions: buds, greenish-blue balls, studded with spikes, promise an explosion of colors; the piled up petals lie, blurred, like memories of a tempest of passion. The field goes deep, covered with poppies in flight of bloom: red, orange, with transparent edges, their stems vibrate in the wind, grass tall, gray, with brooms that whisper ancient rituals; far away - silhouettes of trees, dark and narrow, like forgotten secrets. Light is a drama: on the right - the setting sun, a huge orange disk, a field filled with golden glow, glitter dancing on petals, creating an aura of holiness; rays penetrate the clouds, coloring the edges in honey and ruby, shadows are elongated, deep, adding volume - the shade from the bottle is graceful, from the poppy is dramatic, like a cape of tragedy. Concert with photographic realism in the style of fantasy-art: high detail texture - from velvet petals to glossy glass, soft side in the background where Maquis are melting in gold mist, Passing on luxury, nature and unrestrained femininity. The position is dynamic: bottle and case in focus, left - giant poppy, right - field in golden glow, sky on the left darkens, manya eyes in abyss, and land on the right blossoms, promising rebirth.
Prompt: A high-resolution digital image with using the technique of «Silhouette in silhouette» (or double effect) to convey the idea of dualism. The pain of a mother whose children have grown up is special. It's a quiet, deep pain, hidden in short prayers before bed, in thoughts that keep her awake, in a barely audible sigh over a cup of tea in the kitchen. It comes when children depart for their own lives—making choices, making mistakes, falling, and getting back up again. The mother wants to rush after them, take their hand, as she once did, protect them from pain, from the world, from bad decisions. She wants to scream, "Wait!" I know how it will be! I've been through this before! But it's impossible. These aren't the little children you could hide under your wing. These are adults—with their own path, their own mistakes, and their own pain. They need to go through everything themselves. The hardest thing for a mother is to let a child live their own life. To give them the opportunity to stumble and get up. To make mistakes—and to understand. To be silent when the heart longs to speak. To wait. To be there. To pray. To send love mentally—and to believe that it will reach. Because even when the children have grown up, a real mother still remains close. She protects. She prays. She loves. Every day. Unconditionally and endlessly. ❤️The image should incorporate High Dynamic Range (‘Super HDR’) techniques to emphasise and convey the amazing beauty of these natural elements in vivid detail. Add super detail and super clarity to this image. Remove extraneous noise and unnecessary elements from this image. Outstanding visual art, masterpiece. Style: Digital painting of the highest resolution (8k), photorealism, complex theatrical lighting (Dramatic Lighting), fine art, fantasy, workshop detailing, delicate work with transparency, refraction and color of glass and crystal, deep dynamism. Use referees: Thomas Kincaid, Greg Rutkowski, William Adolf Bugro. ArtStation masterpiece.
Prompt: Old man and old woman hug on a bench in the garden and looks at the clouds, old man in a scarf around his neck, by quill amidst the thicket of plants, flowers, vines and roots, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
I was born 50 years before the beginning of the third millennium from the Nativity of Christ.
He graduated from the nursery with honors and spent five years in kindergarten as a sweet, obedient little boy.
After kindergarten, I tried to get a job at the European Union of Artists, but they didn’t take me. It seems that he is still small. I had to get a job at school No. 5, where I successfully taught laziness, the art of flirting and powdering one's brains. Like all children, he invented different things from scrap materials. From time to time I went to drawing clubs and received bad marks from the art teacher because my parents supposedly drew all my works for me. Ten years later, I was solemnly dismissed from school, in honor of which they even gave a ball. From time to time, my parents, as if by chance, slipped me biographies of famous artists (synonyms are the words “poverty” and “unrecognized”). Clearly realizing that I have less talent, I decided not to repeat their fate. Therefore, I studied at the Interlactic “Institute of Grooms” (DVIST) and got a job in my specialty. A manager, or otherwise a seller of something that is not available, but can be brought if desired. Which is what I still do to this day.
Artist statement
“Nothing lasts forever, little lasts, things have different ends, but everything that has a beginning has an end.” - Seneca (younger) Roman philosopher.
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.
