Prompt: Oil on canvas by Van Gogh, extremely thick paint, visible brush strokes, visible 3D effect on paint, bright vivid colors, 64K UHD, Trending on Artstation, Octane Render
Prompt: two faces coming out of and made of red rock with a lake at the base admidst trees, roots and vines. matte painting by Tomasz Alen Kopera, Dariusz Zawadzki, Zdzisław Beksiński, surreal, colourful, concept art, award winning. razor sharp quality
Prompt: An exploded brain ordered the chaotic surface by accident, great power control, the last attempt, short night moment, everything breaks into small pieces, end of all things, bokeh, timeless eternity, complementary colors, Depicted in an Eerie oppressive feeling by Greg Rutkowski, James Earley, Mark Metcalfe, Darek Zabrocki, Gilles Beloeil, Neil Blevins, Anne Stokes, surrealist style, fine art, fine brush strokes, detail oriented, over detail, scary, oppressive, a masterpiece, old work of art, oil on canvas, perfect composition, Art of Illusion 3D shading, hyperdetailed, ZBrush, cel-shaded, golden ratio
Prompt: The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
As Frost's words their secrets keep.
A poet true, with pen in hand,
He crafted lines, like nature's grand.
With "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,"
His words, a gentle, quiet meaning.
The beauty of the winter scene,
A muse that inspired Frost to glean.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,"
A choice he made, with thoughtful grace,
An emblem of life's uncertain pace.
In "The Road Not Taken," he reflects,
On choices made and life's effects.
A timeless piece of wisdom shared,
That still resonates, widely aired.
Through words that rhyme and verses neat,
Robert Frost's poems are a literary treat.
A poet of nature, of life's grand themes,
Whose words still shine in our daydreams.
Prompt: In a house down the lane, with a mystery to unfold,
Lived a hoarder so notorious, with a secret untold.
His rooms were filled with mountains high,
Of trinkets, papers, and souvenirs piled to the sky.
Old newspapers, rusty keys, and broken toys,
Filled every nook, brought him endless joys.
He couldn't part with things, he couldn't let go,
His heart would sink, and his fear would grow.
His home was cluttered, a chaotic mess,
But for him, each item was a cherished treasure, no less.
He cherished the memories attached to each piece,
And to part with them, he couldn't find release.
His friends would come and shake their heads,
Asking why he kept things that were long dead.
But to him, they were stories, memories of the past,
Each item held a meaning that would forever last.
Though his house was cluttered and his path unclear,
He found comfort in the things that were dear.
For to him, those piles were more than just stuff,
They were a treasure trove, his story's rough.
So, the hoarder lived on, in his cluttered domain,
Surrounded by his piles, he would remain.
For in his heart, he knew the truth so pure,
His hoarded treasures were his life's allure.
Prompt: Beneath the scorching desert sun,
Where heat and dust are never done,
Lies a place of eerie dread,
A land of bones, where life has fled.
Death Valley, vast and dry,
A graveyard where the dead do lie,
Where heatwaves dance upon the sand,
And life's remains are merely fanned.
Cacti stand with arms outstretched,
As if in prayer for rain beseeched,
But Death Valley shows no grace,
Its thirst unquenched in this desolate place.
Yet beauty lingers in its face,
In rugged rocks and canyons' grace,
A testament to nature's might,
A paradox of dark and light.
In this arid, barren land,
Life finds a way, oh so grand,
Surviving in the harshest clime,
A symbol of endurance, so sublime.
Death Valley, harsh and stark,
A testament to nature's mark,
A reminder of life's fragile thread,
In the embrace of Death Valley, the undead.
Prompt: Detailed industrial blueprint of a rabbit, blueprint style, golden ratio, technical, precise, electronics and biomechanics, schema (prompt adapted from Rukoed)
Prompt: Epic cinematic breathtaking intricate insanely detailed painting of dramatic storm clouds and red moonlight glow on an aesthetic remarkable old white oak tree, river, winding path, remote village & mountains, by tomasz allen kopera, dariusz zawadzki, andreja peklar, ivan shiskin, beautiful, colorful, cosmic, ultra detailed, ultra realistic, a masterpiece, polished, crisp quality
Prompt: Legend.
Among the bundles
There is a scream in my throat,
But the time has come
And then scream, don't scream.
Only later
Someone won't be able to forget
Like staggering fighters
Swords were wiped on the grass.
And how it flapped its wings
Black tribe of crows
How the sky laughed
And then he bit his tongue.
And my hand trembled
The one who survived
And suddenly into eternity
Suddenly the moment turned.
And burned
Funeral pyre sunset,
And looked like wolves
Stars from the clouds.
How, with outstretched arms,
They lay gone into the night,
And how they slept side by side
Alive without dreaming...
And "life" is just a word,
There is only love and there is death...
Hey! And who will sing
If everyone is sleeping?
Death is worth living
And love is worth the wait...
Prompt: complex garden with surrealism detailed where all things go away colorful melancholy . Small River and a white bench. With much nature. Rhythm. A comic book page , retro colour scheme, peter mohrbacher, tarmo juhola, ivan laliashvili, james gurney
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.