Prompt: “Then the fire of the Lord fell and burned up the sacrifice, the wood, the stones of the altar, and the soil, and also boiled off the water in the trench.”
Prompt: A vast, desolate landscape stretches out, where time itself seems to stand still. In the foreground, a massive hourglass dominates the scene, its sand slowly trickling down, symbolizing the relentless passage of time. Surrounding it are towering pillars, framing the hourglass like a monument to eternity. In the distance, a solitary figure cloaked in black stands by the rocky shore, gazing at a distant, crumbling castle under a pale moon. The waves crash against the rugged coastline, while the sky above is a canvas of twilight, blending the boundaries between day and night.
Prompt: Nature photography pic of a baby dragon sitting on a stone, both translucent wings in the air, against a blue sky. Professional, DSLR, dynamic lighting, matte background, National Geographic style.
Prompt: A solitary wooden cabin rests quietly in a sunlit canyon, dwarfed by towering red rock cliffs that rise like ancient sentinels to the clear blue sky. A narrow stream winds its way past the cabin, glinting under the high desert sun as it carves through patches of green grass and scattered stones. Shadows cling to the rugged canyon walls, while the distant peaks fade into a misty horizon, hinting at the vast wilderness beyond. The scene is serene yet untamed, capturing the rugged beauty of the frontier where solitude and survival are inseparable.
Prompt: National Geographic phot of a vast, sun-drenched desert valley stretches to the horizon, framed by towering cliffs and mountains in the distance. Golden sunlight filters through towering clouds, casting dramatic rays across the arid landscape below. Winding rivers carve serpentine paths through the sandy expanse, reflecting the light like shimmering threads. The scene feels both ancient and untouched, as if from a time before civilization, evoking a sense of awe and timeless beauty amidst the desolation.
Prompt: (An cheerful middle-aged woman with long dark hair and silver highlights blowing in the wind, wearing a retrofuturistic space uniform) steps out of her interplanetary landing craft onto a beautiful but strange alien world.
Prompt: In a canyon on an Alien planet at 10am. In the foreground is a neat but shabby shack; nearby but slightly further away is a retrofuturistic spacecraft on landing stilts, unfolding itself into a n interplanetary outpost. breathtaking alien vegetation, reflective services, silvers, blues, greens, violets. Translucencies, bioluminescence, cheerful, and hopeful.
Prompt: Under the vast, star-strewn sky, two women clad in flowing robes stand on a rocky shore, their staffs held high. Behind them, the ocean's edge glows with molten fire, reflecting the dual celestial bodies—a pale, luminous moon and a fiery red planet—that dominate the heavens above. Dark, jagged cliffs frame a landscape both ancient and otherworldly
Prompt: A lone drifter, hat low and coat long, rapier on one hip, stood silhouetted against a fiery sunset, beginning to reach out. The trail stretched ahead, endless and lonely, through the wild grasslands under a sky ablaze with gold.
Prompt: In a desolate, moonlit landscape, a colossal hourglass stands majestically on a pedestal, its sands slowly trickling from the upper half to the lower, symbolizing the inexorable passage of time. The hourglass is supported by four grand columns, giving it an almost temple-like appearance. The scene is set against a backdrop of rugged, shadowy mountains and a calm, reflective sea, under a sky where the moon casts a soft, eerie glow. A cloaked figure, shrouded in darkness, kneels solemnly beside the hourglass, perhaps in contemplation or prayer, adding a sense of mystery and timelessness to the scene.
Prompt: Design. Oval frame containing a scene of an island beach on an ocean bay. In the foreground on the left is a seagull on a stump. On the right, a palm three. In the distance, green verdant mountains. Exactly two more gulls flying in the sky.
Prompt: Last fire will rise
Behind those eyes.
Black house will rock,
Blind boys don't lie.
Immortal fear,
That voice so clear.
Through broken walls,
That scream I hear.
Blue masquerade,
Strangers look on.
When will they learn
This loneliness?
Temptation heat
Beats like a drum.
Deep in your veins,
I will not lie,
Cry, little sister! Thou shalt not fall
Come, come to your brother! Thou shalt not die
Unchain me, sister! Thou shalt not fear
Love is with your brother! Thou shalt not kill
Prompt: In the realm of shadows and stone, where mountains pierce the heavens like daggers, stands a testament to ancient power - a gateway wrought by those who understood that true dominion requires both grandeur and terror. A solitary figure, cloaked in the garments of wisdom or perhaps ambition, stands before columns that mock the presumptions of mortal kings. The air itself bends to supernatural will, manifesting in azure mists and ethereal orbs that speak to powers beyond earthly governance. Here, in this theater of celestial authority, one witnesses how the architecture of the ancients, much like the architecture of state, must inspire both awe and fear. Let those who seek power understand: it is better to command the supernatural than to merely wield earthly authority, for the mysteries that lie beyond such portals often hold the keys to absolute rule."
Prompt: In the twilight's embrace, where the sky meets the earth with hues of sapphire and gold, stands a fortress of shadows, a citadel that defies the bounds of time itself. This castle, with its myriad spires piercing the heavens, rises like an ancient titan from the barren wasteland, a monument to forgotten eras and untold power. From its dark, brooding walls, a single light flickers, a beacon in the gloom, suggesting life or perhaps a call to those who dare to approach.
The landscape around this gothic edifice is stark, a desert of rock and desolation, where only the hardiest forms of life might cling to existence. Yet, in this forsaken place, figures cloaked in mystery gather, their forms shrouded in the twilight, as if drawn by some ancient summons or an unseeable fate. They stand, silent sentinels, against the backdrop of this towering stronghold, their presence hinting at stories of intrigue, of battles fought in the name of ideals long lost to the winds of change.
This scene, with its blend of the celestial and the terrestrial, of light and shadow, speaks to the soul of man, to his ceaseless quest for meaning amidst the chaos of existence. It is a tableau of the human condition, where the grandeur of our aspirations meets the dark reality of our limitations, where the light of knowledge battles the shadows
Prompt: A wry, world-weary elf lounges at the dimly lit bar of a rustic tavern. His attire—a mix of leather straps and metallic embellishments—speaks of a roguish adventurer, seasoned by years of intrigue. He surveys the viewer with a cynical yet amused expression, as if weighing the schemes and stories swirling around him.
Prompt: A colossal hand rises from the golden sands of a boundless desert, its fingers adorned with lush greenery, cascading waterfalls, and drifting clouds. Rivers wind between its ridges, flowing into pools of crystal-blue water, while tiny trees and palms dot its surface like whispers of life in a divine sculpture. A lone figure rows a small boat near the hand’s base, dwarfed by the sheer majesty of this surreal landscape, as though embarking on a journey through a sanctuary crafted by the cosmos itself. The sun blazes on the horizon, bathing this breathtaking vision in a radiant, dreamlike glow.
Prompt: A lonely, ancient tower stands in the heart of a fairytale forest, surrounded by tall, snow-covered trees under a deep, starry sky. The tower is weathered and crumbling, with ivy and moss creeping up its stone walls. A fat, glowing moon hangs low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal light across the snow-dusted ground. The air is still and quiet, with the faint glow of the moon illuminating the forest in a mystical, almost magical way. The scene feels peaceful yet eerie, as if time has stood still in this winter wonderland.
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.
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