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: young woman close-up portrait, artistic pose gestures, fashion photography, dynamic angle composition, techwear, vanguard, avant-garde, aesthetic, complex, intricate, by david lachapelle, by Sarah Moon, by Tim Walker
Prompt: A broken android sitting slumped under an ancient, gnarled tree. Its metallic body is tarnished and cracked, with vines and moss creeping over its joints and panels. Flowers bloom in the hollow of its chest cavity, and tiny roots pierce through its exposed circuits, intertwining with wires and gears. The android's once-brilliant eyes flicker faintly, reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the tree's canopy. Leaves scatter around its feet, blending with fragments of metal, blend of styles of Dave Mckean and Anatto Finnstark.
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: 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: The morning sun oozed through the heavy curtains, casting a sinister glow on the coffee maker that sat silently on the counter. It was an eerie presence, like a dark sentinel guarding the secrets of the early hours, its black exterior reflecting the dim light like a murky pool of despair. The machine, a relic of the past, bore the grime and stains of countless mornings, a testament to its malevolent endurance.
In the suffocating silence, the sound of dripping was the only reminder of life - or something like it. The molten amber liquid trickled from the spout, falling into the abyss of the awaiting carafe, each drop a sinister whisper echoing through the kitchen. The smell of the brewing coffee wafted through the air, a mixture of seductive temptation and the undercurrent of decay, like the sweet rot of an ancient crypt.
As the coffee maker gurgled its final breath, it seemed to come alive with a malevolent intelligence, as if the brewing process had unleashed something ancient and terrifying. The steam rose from the machine like tendrils of fog, wrapping around the room, obscuring the boundaries of reality and trapping those who dared enter in its clutches. It was no longer just a coffee maker, but a harbinger of dark secrets and haunting memories, a gateway to the shadowy recesses of the human heart.
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.
“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: 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 ...
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.