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 ...
“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: 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: Steampunk globe lamp. In the quietude of a chamber that seems to whisper tales of yore, there stands, with an air of solemn dignity, a table lamp that is no mere harbinger of light. Upon its stand, cradled as though by the hands of Atlas himself, rests a globe, a miniature earth, swathed in the golden glow of the lamp above. This globe, with its meridians and parallels elegantly drawn, continents and oceans rendered with exquisite care, appears as a precious artifact from an age when the world was still a canvas of mysteries and wonders. The lamp, casting its gentle illumination, does not merely dispel the shadows of the room but seems to kindle the flame of imagination and curiosity, inviting the onlooker to ponder upon the vastness of our world and the myriad stories it holds.
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: 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: An inviting yet terrifying old house in the woods, candlelit from within. At darkest night, foggy weather, some clouds. Volkan Baga, gothic art, ominous vibe, flickering light, gothic
Prompt: National Geographic photo of Medieval fantasy tavern bar, full of vivid magic and sinister secrets. Rows of colorful potion and whiskey bottles, smoking candles, magical chrome instruments, strange cabinets, growing herb plants. Bernie Wrightson, Gerald Brom, complementary colors, oil on canvas, complex, eldritch, ominous, storybook illustration.
Prompt: Nobleman dressed in plain scarlet, with a plain scarlet cape and scarlet mask. portrait, oil on canvas, textured brushstrokes. Caravaggio, Rembrandt, El Greco.
... per cognitionem ejus, qui vocavit nos propria gloria, et virtute ...
Model:
AIVision
Size:
2958 X 1690
(5.00 MP)
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Prompt: "When Christ dwells in the heart, the soul will be so filled with His love, with the joy of communion with Him, that it will cleave to Him; and in the contemplation of Him, self will be forgotten. Love to Christ will be the spring of action. Those who feel the constraining love of God, do not ask how little may be given to meet the requirements of God; they do not ask for the lowest standard, but aim at perfect conformity to the will of their Redeemer. With earnest desire they yield all and manifest an interest proportionate to the value of the object which they seek."
Prompt: glass ancient alien, filled with bioluminescence. digital painting, sharp focus, elegant, high definition, crisp quality, Jacek Yerka, Weird, H. R. Giger, occult, jewel tones, neon ambience, elegant, digital painting, sharp focus
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.