Prompt: Amidst the swirling mists of an early dawn, a solitary ship, her sails billowed by the ghostly breath of the sea, cuts a path through the azure embrace of the ocean. On her deck, men of hardy countenance and salt-crisped hair move with the rhythm of the waves, their eyes alight with the thrill of adventure and the promise of undiscovered lands. Above them, the gulls wheel and cry, the eternal heralds of the deep's mysteries and the keepers of its secrets, as the sun's first rays lance through the fog, setting the world ablaze with gold.
Prompt: "Amidst the swirling mists of an early dawn, a solitary ship, her sails billowed by the ghostly breath of the sea, cuts a path through the azure embrace of the ocean. On her deck, men of hardy countenance and salt-crisped hair move with the rhythm of the waves, their eyes alight with the thrill of adventure and the promise of undiscovered lands. Above them, the gulls wheel and cry, the eternal heralds of the deep's mysteries and the keepers of its secrets, as the sun's first rays lance through the fog, setting the world ablaze with gold."
Prompt: At dusk, A slender female Israeli model, black hair in a pageboy haircut with bangs, in a skintight little black sleeveless pencil dress and armed with a Colt 1911 automatic pistol, silhouetted against a black background, visible only from light barely illuminating portions of her outline, in a crumbling crypt. chiaroscuro, powerful, Nikon D850, Award winning photography, 8k, photorealistic, beautiful, award winning, fantastic view, high definition, crisp quality, hdr, Volumetric lighting, Ambient occlusion, Devon Rodriguez, anthropomorphic, neon art, Silvie Mahdal
Prompt: Amidst the swirling mists of an early dawn, a solitary ship, her sails billowed by the ghostly breath of the sea, cuts a path through the azure embrace of the ocean. On her deck, men of hardy countenance and salt-crisped hair move with the rhythm of the waves, their eyes alight with the thrill of adventure and the promise of undiscovered lands. Above them, the gulls wheel and cry, the eternal heralds of the deep's mysteries and the keepers of its secrets, as the sun's first rays lance through the fog, setting the world ablaze with gold.
Prompt: Fine art painting of fantastic scene:
Perched atop a craggy peak, swathed in the embrace of the clouds, lies a castle as ancient as time itself, its spires piercing the sky like the very fingers of the earth reaching for the heavens. Around its formidable stone walls, the mists swirl and dance, as if conjured by some arcane magic, hiding it from the eyes of the unwary traveler. Within its halls, the echoes of a thousand years whisper tales of yore, of knights and their noble deeds, of feasts and battles long since passed into legend. Above all, this lofty citadel stands as a testament to the indomitable spirit of those who, in epochs gone, dared to build their dreams amidst the clouds.
Prompt: A slender model in a cocktail dress, silhouetted against a black background, visible only from light barely illuminating portions of her outline, chiaroscuro, powerful,
Prompt: In the bustling heart of a grand city, where towers stretch ambitiously towards the heavens and the clamor of progress rings through the air, a remarkable vision arrests the gaze of all below—a vast ship, not of the sea, but of the sky, sails majestically overhead. Its hull, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, gleams in the sunlight, casting a shadow over the streets and rooftops, as if a cloud had descended to marvel at the creations of man. Rigged with sails that catch not the sea breeze but the currents of the air, it glides with a grace that belies its size, a phantom voyager charting courses unknown above the domain of mortals. The sight inspires awe and wonder in equal measure, as the city's denizens pause in their toils to witness this fusion of man's ingenuity and the boundless freedom of the skies.
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: An ancient megalithic stone monument to a king wolf, opening its jaws to reveal a glowing architectural cage with a young man stepping through a doorway, symbolizing initiation. The scene contrasts dilapidated exteriors with a luminous interior, detailed hands with architectural motifs, amidst ruins symbolizing self-awareness and spiritual awakening. Include high-definition textures, dynamic lighting, detailed motifs, and surreal depth.
Prompt: National Geographic photo of a mighty old elm tree blown by a mighty wind, as a lightning storm in the distance approaches. A pathway to the right, a flowing river to the left of the picture.
Prompt: Sumeria 10,000 years BC, in a very old library, a sanctuary of knowledge wrapped in time. (A teenage Sumerian prince), standing before a highly detailed bronze table, is reading a very ancient and elaborate clay tablet written in light characters in cuneiform. The clay tablet is on the table. Behind the boy appears a horrible demon made of dark smoke and with horns, with incandescent eyes. His arms are threatening. Full body. Mystical and esoteric atmosphere. Magic. ultra detailed
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: National Geographic photo of fuzzy furry alien creature, realistic big eyes, funny face, cute, extraordinary strange beauty, composition. Jean-Baptiste Monge, Brian Froud, H. R. Giger. Shot with Canon EOS-1D X Mark III, 50mm lens. cinematic hyper-realistic photo. 35mm photo, ultra-sharp focus, skin pores, professional, highly detailed, full body.
Prompt: a woman stands in an ancient, dense forest, her figure enshrouded in a long, flowing cloak that blends with the hues of the forest. The cloak's hood is drawn over her head, casting her face in shadow, adding an air of mystery and intrigue, but her eyes and fingertips glow with supernatural energy. The scene feels as if it has been lifted from a tale of old, where forests were the backdrop for enchantments and hidden stories.
Prompt: In the heart of an ethereal landscape stands a majestic elm tree, its branches a testament to the ancient wisdom it guards. Its leaves, a kaleidoscope of vibrant greens, whisper secrets of old to the delicate starlings that dance among its boughs. Beneath this arboreal monarch, a quaint bridge arches gracefully over a tranquil stream, its waters a mirror to the azure skies above. Here the soul can wander freely, basking in the serene embrace of an eternal spring.
Prompt: In a realm where the boundaries of science and the threshold of human ingenuity merge, stands a lone figure, cloaked in the pristine purity of a white coat, an emblem of his sacred quest for knowledge. This alchemist of the modern era, ensconced within the hallowed confines of his laboratory—a veritable crucible of creation—surveys his domain with an eagle's gaze. Around him, an orchestra of glassware brims with the elixirs of potentiality, each vial whispering secrets of the universe yet to be unraveled. The air is electric with the hum of instruments, guardians of this threshold between the known and the unfathomable, all bathed in the ethereal glow of enlightenment that seems to emanate from the very essence of discovery itself. Here, in this sanctum of science, our modern-day Prometheus toils in solitude, poised on the cusp of the next great revelation, a testament to the unyielding spirit of inquiry that propels humanity into the unknown.
Prompt: In the serene embrace of twilight, where the sun's final whispers tint the horizon with a gentle gold, a painting captures a moment of wonderment and innocence. A boy, alone on the sandy shore, stands in awe before the sea's mystical offerings: a constellation of jellyfish, their ethereal forms aglow with an otherworldly light, strewn across the beach like stars fallen from the night sky. Each jellyfish, with its translucent, ghostly tendrils, tells a story of the ocean's uncharted depths and the mysteries that dwell within. The boy, with his gaze fixed upon these luminous creatures, is a symbol of humanity's eternal fascination with the natural world, a poignant reminder of our perpetual quest for understanding and connection with the universe's boundless wonders. This painting, a masterful blend of reality and imagination, invites us into a moment of profound reflection, urging us to ponder our place within the vast tapestry of life.
Prompt: In the midst of an enclosure shrouded in veils of steam and water, there stands a figure of tender grace, ensconced within the purifying embrace of the shower's gentle downpour. The water, in its ceaseless journey, cascades over her form, veiling her in a cloak of shimmering droplets, each one a tiny mirror reflecting the subdued light that filters through the mist. She is a solitary nymph, secluded in this modern naiad's grotto, her visage and form obscured yet accentuated by the water's touch, In this secluded sanctuary, the complexities of the soul are laid bare, veiled not by garments but by the very essence of life itself—water.
Prompt: Daguerreotype, a retrofuturistic city on a strange planet in 1930s look, art deco, pre war, vintage, pre war technology, interbellum, Atlantis, Utopia, on a different planet, space travel, exoplanet
Prompt: Under the enigmatic cloak of night, a solitary rogue emerges, shrouded in the mystique of a dark robe that dances gently with the whispering wind. This shadowed enigma, a man veiled in the secrecy of twilight, stands as a sentinel amidst the obscurity of the nocturnal realm. The moon, a silvery guardian aloft, casts its ethereal glow upon him, outlining his form with a celestial luminescence that seems to breathe life into the shadows. Around him, the darkness pulsates with unseen energies, as if the night itself has lent its voice to this mysterious sojourner, whispering ancient secrets known only to those who dare to walk under the mantle of the stars. In this moment, he is both a phantom and a sage, a lone wanderer caught in the delicate balance between the seen and the unseen, a figure carved from the very essence of the night.
Prompt: The Kingdom of the Invisible Fae. A tranquil and lush forest scene, filled with vibrant green moss covering the ground and trees. Include a serene stream meandering gently through the heart of the forest, reflecting the soft light filtering through the canopy above. Emphasize the sense of tranquility and untouched nature.
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.