Prompt: In the heart of a mist-laden forest, a tranquil stream winds through a landscape tinged with mystery and melancholy. The tall, spindly trees, their branches bare and skeletal, rise like specters out of the fog, their reflections shimmering faintly in the glassy surface of the water. The ground is covered in golden moss and brambles, with patches of vibrant wildflowers adding a surreal splash of color against the muted tones of the forest floor. The mist clings low to the ground, thickening as it drifts between the trees, casting an ethereal glow as the faint sunlight struggles to penetrate. The scene feels like a forgotten corner of the world, where time moves slower and the boundary between the natural and the supernatural grows thin, inviting any who wander here to lose themselves in the quiet beauty of this enchanted wilderness.
Prompt: Ultra detailed illustration of a rugged wendigo man with antlers, lost in a perilous winter forest of wonders, ominous Cibola, dried windswept leaves, blowing snow, masculine energy, eerie atmosphere, unsettling, incredibly detailed, imperial colors, hand painted strokes, visible strokes, oil paint, sharp focus, art by Mschiffer, night, 3D image, elegant, intricate, striking, inspiring, high definition, surreal, pmagical, mystical, vivid colors, visionary art, Perfect Anatomy
Prompt: Stained glass depiction of mysterious hooded and cloaked figure standing amidst a dense forest, shrouded in shadows; surreal, haunting, intricate details, deep color palette, enigmatic, mystical, highly detailed, otherworldly, trending on DeviantArt.
Prompt: In the mist of a relentless downpour, a solitary figure in fedora and trenchcoat stands as still as a bronze statue, torch gripped tightly over his head, as the steam-belching iron behemoth of a train rushes past. The locomotive journeys from unseen landscapes beyond our gaze into vistas unknown. The man, perhaps an anxious private detective, embodies the search for an object of unnamable longing, numinous and invisible, just beyond his grasp.
Prompt: Ancient Alien temple spaceship in the sunset. cat's eye, alabaster, steel trim, clear dome, complex forest, vines, towering pine trees, god rays
Prompt: Oh, there once was a hero named Ragnar the Red
Who came riding to Whiterun from old Rorikstead
And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade
As he told of bold battles and gold he had made
But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red
When he met the shieldmaiden, Matilda, who said:
"Oh you talk, and you lie, and you drink all our mead
Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed"
And so then came clashing and slashing of steel
As the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal
And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no more ...
Prompt: Anxious young woman, delicate bone structure, trembling hands, clutching iridescent vial of luminescent emerald potion, etched with worry lines, hesitant gaze darting towards shadowy back alley, aged apothecary interior, dimly lit by flickering candlelight, antique wooden shelves overflowing with arcane ingredients: dried herbs, glistening crystals, peculiar artifacts, pungent aroma of exotic spices, floor scattered with alchemical tools and dusty tomes, ornate glass bottles filled with swirling elixirs casting eerie shadows, cobweb-draped ceiling adding to the antiquated charm, composition focused on woman's expressive face and vial, hyper-realistic digital painting, dramatic chiaroscuro lighting accentuating mood, high-resolution textures revealing every detail: skin imperfections, vial engravings, apothecary clutter, background blurring for shallow depth of field, Victorian-era dress and hairstyle providing historical context, sense of impending doom palpable, mysterious atmosphere enhanced by contrasting elements: hope and danger, desperation in her eyes hinting at dire circumstances, film grain texture adding vintage feel
“At least I have her love—the city she loves me …”
Model:
Artistic
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2238 X 2238
(5.01 MP)
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Prompt: Under the bridge downtown
Is where I drew some blood
Under the bridge downtown
I could not get enough
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my love
Under the bridge downtown
I gave my life away
Prompt: A forest of towering pines stands like dark sentinels against the twilight, their spindly branches silhouetted against the deepening sky. Mist rises from a shimmering lake that curves around the base of a distant mountain, glowing with a strange ethereal light. Wisps of golden fog drift lazily above the water, as if drawn to some unseen force. The mountain itself looms on the horizon, half veiled in cloud, with a soft aura of light that hints at ancient magic slumbering beneath its rocky peak. Wild grasses and shrubs line the shore, rustling in an almost conscious whisper, and the air feels thick with the presence of something beyond the ordinary, as if this place exists on the threshold of worlds—where the boundaries between the natural and the mystical grow thin.
Prompt: Where will you run, my soul Where will you go when wells run dry?When the wind starts to blow, how you gonna keep this flame alive?
In the fading light, when night is breaking, I know You will always be waiting. You'll always be there.
I'm running to the secret place where You are. I sing of all the ways You stole my heart. Better is a moment that is spend with You
Than a million other days away.
I'm running to the secret place.
You are my only hope.
You are the Rock on which I stand. You will not let me go.
I know that I'm safe inside Your hands.
In the fading light, when night is breaking, I know You will always be waiting. You'll always be there.
I'm running to the secret place where You are. I sing of all the ways You stole my heart. Better is a moment that is spend with You than a million other days away. I'm running to the secret place.
Prompt: an arcane book store full of sinister secrets, Bernie Wrightson, Gerald Brom, complementary colors ,oil on canvas, 1900s photograph, complex, eldritch, ominous, photorealistic, horror, storybook illustration
Prompt: Peering from beneath the folds of an intricately patterned scarf, a pair of luminous eyes arrest the viewer's gaze. The girl's expression is veiled in mystery, her intense, crystalline eyes gleaming with untold stories. The deep, earthy tones of her shawl complement her dark hair and frame her face like a portrait from another time, suggesting both beauty and resilience. Every detail of her gaze conveys an ethereal wisdom, as though she can see beyond the veil of this world into something far deeper. The fabric, woven with ancient motifs, wraps her in both warmth and secrecy, leaving the beholder wondering about the life and spirit behind those captivating eyes.
Prompt: Nobleman dressed in plain scarlet, with a plain scarlet cape and scarlet mask. portrait, oil on canvas, textured brushstrokes. Caravaggio, Rembrandt, El Greco.
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.