Prompt: A blonde girl walks through a thick fog, alone in a world that is upside down from reality. The atmosphere is eerie and unsettling as she moves toward the viewer. Her expression is lost and uncertain. She wears unique clothing—black leather boot-cut pants and a tight top that once symbolized wealth and security. But her clothes are no longer new; they are torn and tattered, mirroring how she feels—ripped apart, with pieces of herself dissolving into the mist. The background is surreal and dystopian, evoking a sense of disorientation and emotional depth. The art style is hyperrealistic with dramatic lighting and a painterly texture.
Prompt: Amidst cascading waterfalls and ancient ruins, an elven maiden weaves an enchanting melody on her gilded harp The music flows like the whispers of nature itself, carrying the essence of magic, serenity, and celestial harmony, hares an intimate moment with a majestic unicorn.coming upfrom liquide in to the soft soft, ethereal ,
Prompt: Richly textured Anna Dittmann, Catrin Welz-Stein, Tomasz Alen Kopera, and Pablo S. Herrero style mix, "But my words like silent raindrops fell,
and echoed in the wells of silence"; a surreal, colourful masterpiece, deep iridescent vibrant colors, luminous, dreamy atmosphere, Vampire good, eclipse 4K3D.
Prompt: Richly textured Anna Dittmann, Catrin Welz-Stein, Tomasz Alen Kopera, and Pablo S. Herrero style mix, "But my words like silent raindrops fell,
and echoed in the wells of silence"; a surreal, colourful masterpiece, deep iridescent vibrant colors, luminous, dreamy atmosphere, 4K3D.
Prompt: The elf Queen meets herself as the elf queen she is, with all her glory without ageing standing in the midle of the Eclipse, Her dress Is long and of pearl, white dress long and flawless, She sees herself as she feels glorious and stronger, but her youth is gone and her age can be seen standing right in front of the younger elf. in the mirror. They Look into each eyes. the aged elf is standing in a void
Prompt: A magical meadow bathed in the warm. The light casts a soft shimmer over the lush green grass. In the background, a faint, almost imperceptible planet is visible in the sky, adding a subtle mystical touch without dominating the scene. A majestic white unicorn The image is captured from a low-angle perspective, making the unicorn appear larger and more imposing as it gallops forward. The unicorn's front legs are stretched forward, and its mane and tail flow dramatically in the wind. The unicorn’s eyes are focused on the viewer, creating an intense, immersive experience. Riding on its back is a young boy with blonde hair, light skin, and brown eyes. He has a friendly smile, radiating a sense of wonder and adventure.the boy eyes are focused on the viewer. The background is slightly blurred due to depth of field, drawing attention to the unicorn as the central focal point
Prompt: A magical meadow bathed in the warm, red glow of the setting sun. The light casts a soft shimmer over the lush green grass. In the background, a faint, almost imperceptible planet is visible in the sky, adding a subtle mystical touch without dominating the scene. A majestic white unicorn The image is captured from a low-angle perspective, making the unicorn appear larger and more imposing as it gallops forward. The unicorn's front legs are stretched forward, and its mane and tail flow dramatically in the wind. The unicorn’s eyes are focused on the viewer, creating an intense, immersive experience. Riding on its back is a young boy with blonde hair, light skin, and brown eyes. He has a friendly smile, radiating a sense of wonder and adventure.the boy eyes are focused on the viewer. The background is slightly blurred due to depth of field, drawing attention to the unicorn as the central focal point
Prompt: A magical meadow bathed in the warm, red glow of the setting sun. The light casts a soft shimmer over the lush green grass. In the background, a faint, almost imperceptible planet is visible in the sky, adding a subtle mystical touch without dominating the scene. A majestic white unicorn gallops forward, its mane flowing in the wind as it emerges from the image. Riding on its back is a young boy with dark blonde hair, light skin, and brown eyes. He has a friendly smile, radiating a sense of wonder and adventure.
Prompt: In a dreamlike realm constructed from the torn and twisted pages of a worn, leather-bound book, two people stroll hand in hand, surrounded by swirling clouds of that gradually dissolve into a vibrant, dreamy sky. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of old paper and forgotten knowledge, as sentences and paragraphs swirl around us like ethereal tendrils, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. Inspired by the surrealist mastery of Dorothea Tanning, this hauntingly beautiful landscape unfolds like a living, breathing tapestry, where words and images meld together in a mesmerizing dance of color and texture. Every step we take sends ripples through the fabric of this bibliophilic world, as if the very essence of the book is being rewritten before our eyes. Surreal mixture of the painting by Dorothea Tanning and the photography by Ray Man, with twisted angle ((improve details))
Prompt: In a dreamlike realm constructed from the torn and twisted pages of a worn, leather-bound book, two people stroll hand in hand, surrounded by swirling clouds of that gradually dissolve into a vibrant, dreamy sky. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of old paper and forgotten knowledge, as sentences and paragraphs swirl around us like ethereal tendrils, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. Inspired by the surrealist mastery of Dorothea Tanning, this hauntingly beautiful landscape unfolds like a living, breathing tapestry, where words and images meld together in a mesmerizing dance of color and texture. Every step we take sends ripples through the fabric of this bibliophilic world, as if the very essence of the book is being rewritten before our eyes. Surreal mixture of the painting by Dorothea Tanning and the photography by Ray Man, with twisted angle ((improve details))
Prompt: A hauntingly beautiful horse kelpie emerges from the misty waters, its sleek, dark form glistening under the moonlight. Its eyes glow with an eerie, supernatural lure. a guardian of the loch, watching over those who walked its shores under the moon’s silver glow. a guardian of the loch, watching over those who walked its shores under the moon’s silver glow. a guardian of the loch, watching over those who walked its shores under the moon’s silver glow.
Prompt: The elf Queen meets herself, as the elf queen she is, with all her glory without ageing standing in the daylight. Her dress Is long and of pearl, white dress long and flawless, and the grass has small flowers that blossom up on her dress. She sees herself as she feels glorious and stronger, but her youth is gone and her age can be seen standing right in front of the younger elf. in the mirror. They Look into each eyes. the aged elf is standing in a void
Prompt: **"The Queen of the Elves stands at the edge of a tranquil lake, her pearl-white gown flowing like liquid moonlight around her. Her silver hair cascades down her back, with three intricate braids woven through—one adorned with tiny blue flowers, another entwined with golden rings marking each century of her life, and a third dyed a deep oceanic blue. Her ethereal beauty is timeless, her skin radiant and untouched by age, kissed by a pale pink hue on her cheeks. Her elegantly pointed ears bear three golden rings engraved with ancient runes of life, love, and loyalty.
As she bends forward, gazing into the still water, her reflection does not match her eternal youth. Instead, the lake reveals an aged version of herself—lines of wisdom traced upon her face, eyes heavy with the weight of centuries lived. The rippling water whispers the truth that time has hidden: all that she has learned, all that she has endured. The contrast between reality and reflection captures the fragile balance of immortality and the wisdom that only time bestows."**
This version makes sure AI-generated imagery correctly represents the contrast between her eternal youth and the aged reflection while keeping all the stunning details intact. Let me know if you want any tweaks!
Prompt: Create a breathtaking, hyper-detailed full-body portrait of an ethereal elf maiden, radiating a harmonious blend of celestial beauty and organic realism. She appears youthful, under 200 years old, with luminous, diamond-like skin that glows softly as if kissed by morning dew. Her delicate features mirror the freshness of a spring blossom—rosy cheeks, lips like petals, and large, expressive eyes shimmering with the golden-green hues of a sunlit forest. Her silver-white hair cascades in waves down her back, intertwined with vines of ivy and tiny white flowers that seem to bloom as they touch her shoulders. She wears a floor-length gown of iridescent silver silk, its fabric so fine it appears woven from moonlight. The dress shimmers with subtle embroidery of emerald-green leaves and faint pink floral patterns (possibly ‘pink’ mistyped as ‘ping’), as though the forest itself stitched its essence into the garment. The sleeves flow like liquid mercury, and the neckline is adorned with a collar of living moss and dewdrop pearls. The elf stands gracefully before an ancient, towering tree, its bark etched with glowing runes and Celtic-style knots. Embedded seamlessly into the trunk is a mirror, carved to appear as a natural part of the tree—its frame shaped from gnarled roots and blooming jasmine, with a glass-like surface that mimics a pool of still water. The mirror reflects not her youthful visage, but her true form: an ageless being of 8,300 years. Her reflection reveals wise, soulful eyes framed by faint lines of time, silver hair streaked with starlight, and a posture of serene authority. Her mirrored gown transforms into a regal cloak of woven twilight, embroidered with constellations and ancient symbols, embodying millennia of wisdom.Surround her with an enchanted forest: bioluminescent mushrooms glow at her feet, fireflies hover like living stars, and dawn light filters through misty canopies, casting prismatic rays around her. The air feels alive tiny s
Prompt: The image shows a majestic black stallion with a flowing, wavy mane and tail standing close to a graceful elf woman. She has long, wavy red hair and a gentle expression as she places one hand on her belly and the other on the horse’s strong neck. The stallion rests its head softly against her, as if sensing the life growing inside her. They stand together in a peaceful forest clearing, surrounded by towering ancient trees whose twisted branches form a protective embrace around them. The soft light filtering through the leaves adds a magical, almost timeless atmosphere to the scene.
Prompt: sunburn disc, kissed by fire and fortune,
scarred with the faces of lost empires.
It tumbles through time like a reckless wind,
clinking in thieves and kings' hands. Elvs made in the deep woods, forgotten past
Prompt: A world of ideas, thoughts, and emotions—where the surreal meets the abstract. A place where fairies, elves, and dragons coexist with dark historical figures, gods, and goddesses, each carrying the weight of their own stories. Romanticism, as an artistic expression, breathes life into this realm, embracing emotion over reason, imagination over logic. It thrives in the mystical and the sublime, where beauty and terror intertwine. Passionate brushstrokes, haunting melodies, and poetic verses capture the longing for the unattainable, the nostalgia for lost ages, and the rebellion against convention. Here, myth and history merge, creating a dreamlike vision of the world—both tragic and divine.
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Prompt: For six months of the year, Proserpina ruled the Underworld, a queen of shadows and silence. The rivers of the dead whispered her name, and spirits bowed before her, their fate sealed by her judgment. Yet, even in darkness, defiance lurked. There were souls who sought to overthrow her, jealous specters who resented her power.
One winter, as the cold winds howled above, three treacherous spirits—Acris, Nivora, and Vexus—plotted against her. They whispered lies among the dead, weaving rebellion from the fabric of despair. But Proserpina, wise as the turning seasons, saw through their deceit. With a single breath, she cursed them, binding their souls to the roots of the earth.
As spring approached and the world above called to her, Proserpina walked through the veil of death and into the land of the living. Where the traitors had fallen, fragrant green leaves sprouted—mint, infused with their lingering essence.
Acris, once sharp-tongued and cruel, became peppermint, its cooling sting a reminder of biting words.
Nivora, who thrived in the cold of the Underworld, turned into spearmint, gentle yet enduring, thriving in warmth.
Vexus, the most venomous of them all, transformed into wild mint, its scent strong enough to mask poison.
Now, when Proserpina returns to Earth each spring, she walks through mint fields, breathing in the scent of her conquered enemies. And when winter comes, she vanishes once more, leaving behind only the memory of her power, carried on the wind by the leaves of the cursed plants.
And so, through the cycles of death and rebirth, the world remembers: to cross Proserpina is to be bound to the earth forever.
Prompt: For six months of the year, Proserpina ruled the Underworld, a queen of shadows and silence. The rivers of the dead whispered her name, and spirits bowed before her, their fate sealed by her judgment. Yet, even in darkness, defiance lurked. There were souls who sought to overthrow her, jealous specters who resented her power.
One winter, as the cold winds howled above, three treacherous spirits—Acris, Nivora, and Vexus—plotted against her. They whispered lies among the dead, weaving rebellion from the fabric of despair. But Proserpina, wise as the turning seasons, saw through their deceit. With a single breath, she cursed them, binding their souls to the roots of the earth.
As spring approached and the world above called to her, Proserpina walked through the veil of death and into the land of the living. Where the traitors had fallen, fragrant green leaves sprouted—mint, infused with their lingering essence.
Acris, once sharp-tongued and cruel, became peppermint, its cooling sting a reminder of biting words.
Nivora, who thrived in the cold of the Underworld, turned into spearmint, gentle yet enduring, thriving in warmth.
Vexus, the most venomous of them all, transformed into wild mint, its scent strong enough to mask poison.
Now, when Proserpina returns to Earth each spring, she walks through mint fields, breathing in the scent of her conquered enemies. And when winter comes, she vanishes once more, leaving behind only the memory of her power, carried on the wind by the leaves of the cursed plants.
And so, through the cycles of death and rebirth, the world remembers: to cross Proserpina is to be bound to the earth forever.
Prompt: A young girl with flowing, fiery red hair stands in the centre of a dimly lit library, surrounded by towering bookshelves filled with ancient, leather-bound tomes. She wears a delicate linen dress in soft, earthy tones, the fabric fluttering as if caught in a breeze that shouldn't exist indoors. Her wide, emerald-green eyes reflect both wonder and fear as she gazes at the open book before her.
Golden, glowing tendrils of light emerge from the pages, swirling around her wrists and ankles like enchanted ribbons, pulling her gently but irresistibly forward. Tiny, shimmering petals and soft, translucent feathers float around her, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. The book’s pages seem endless, forming a swirling vortex of inked words and faded illustrations that stretch into a mysterious, romantic world beyond.
Beyond the glowing portal, hints of the world inside the book can be seen—a breathtaking landscape bathed in the warm hues of a perpetual sunset, where ivy-covered castles, winding rivers, and fields of wildflowers stretch into the horizon. Silhouettes of elegant figures in flowing gowns and noble attire seem to dance just beyond reach, their laughter like a melody on the wind.
The girl’s expression is caught between hesitation and anticipation as she hovers at the threshold, her bare feet barely touching the wooden floor. She reaches out, fingers trembling, as the magic pulls her into the story—a tale of love, mystery, and adventure waiting to unfold.
Prompt: In a world where tales of elves have faded to whispers, they linger still—invisible as the wind itself. This elf is a being of air and light, a shadow dancing on the edge of the visible and the inexplicable. Her skin holds a translucent quality, as though sunlight filtered through autumn leaves has left a golden hue. Her hair flows like grass in a breeze, weightless, without a color solid enough to name. Her eyes, twin stars of dust and starlight, mirror the shifting shades of the sky, from storm-darkened gray to the soft blue of afternoon.
She does not travel—she becomes the elements. When the wind rises, her feet dissolve into air, and she drifts like an eagle without wingbeats, carried by the west wind’s breath. Earth’s rhythms are her map: she follows the river’s song, stretches over mountains as mist, rests in the roots of oak trees whose rings remember eras when her name was called in prayers. Now, her traces are invisible to human eyes: a sudden chill on a summer morning, a leaf twirling against gravity’s law, a sense that something immutably watchful has passed by. The realms of elves are no longer part of sagas. They faded when belief in the unseen died, and only the eldest forest spirits whisper their names in the dark. Yet they survive in hidden kingdoms: in moss-covered caves where time stalls, in meteor showers seen only beyond city lights, in the eyes of wolves that race toward the moon. Here, in the borderlands between forgotten and eternal, they guard nature’s last sanctuaries—places where water still runs untamed, and stones remember the world’s birth.
Her existence is sorrow and triumph. She is a ghost without a people, a guardian without gratitude. Yet in her dance with the wind lies a melody of hope: perhaps, one day, when humanity’s noise stills, someone will hear her song in the silence—a breath that dims stars, a laugh that makes flowers close. Until then, she is the wind’s servant, the earth’s silent ally, a dream
Prompt: The image depicts an elven priestess, surrounded by an aura of ancient magic and incomprehensible wisdom. She stands atop a faintly glowing stone ruin, enveloped in a mist that seems alive and conscious. Her eyes are like molten silver, translucent and endlessly deep, staring directly into the soul of the beholder. It’s as if she can see through time and space, and her gaze carries both sorrow and a hidden threat.
Her skin is pearlescent, almost translucent, with a faint inner glow reminiscent of moonlight. Her hair is long and silver, but it flows and moves as if caught in an eternal breeze, even though the air around her is still. On her head, she wears a crown of forget-me-nots and thorny vines, symbolic of both beauty and pain.
Her gown is woven from what appears to be stardust and shadows, shifting in color depending on how the light hits it. It is both elegant and eerie, as if it carries the memories of thousands of years. In her hands, she holds a staff of ancient wood, its tip adorned with a crystal that pulses with a dim, red light—as though it contains a dormant power that could be unleashed at any moment.
Around her, tiny points of light dance, as if nature itself is paying homage to her. Yet, there is something unsettling about her presence. It’s as if she represents a world that we in the West have forgotten, a world where magic was real and nature had a voice. She is both a reminder of our own impermanence and a warning that what we have lost may one day demand its due.
The mood of the image is both captivating and ominous. It’s as if she is saying: "I have seen civilizations rise and fall, and you are not as unique as you think." The image challenges our modern perception of beauty, time, and power, leaving behind a feeling of both longing and unease.
This image could be interpreted as an allegory for our contemporary search for meaning and how we often overlook the ancient forces that still exist in the world
Prompt: A majestic, ethereal scene featuring a regal woman and a magnificent dragon. The woman, with long, flowing white hair and a serene expression, is seated gracefully, her body slightly angled towards the dragon. She wears an elegant, form-fitting gown of shimmering white and light blue, adorned with delicate fur trim around the neckline and shoulders. Her posture is poised and dignified, exuding an aura of calm authority. The dragon, a stunning creature of icy blue and white scales with accents of warm orange along its spine and wings, coils protectively around the woman. Its large, powerful wings are partially unfurled, creating a dramatic backdrop. The dragon's head is lowered, its gaze directed towards the woman, conveying a sense of loyalty and guardianship. The dragon's scales are intricately detailed, reflecting light and adding depth to its form. The setting is a desolate, icy landscape, with a muted, cool-toned color palette. The ground is covered in a layer of snow and ice, with subtle textures and shadows adding realism. The background is a dark, stormy sky, with hints of light breaking through, creating a dramatic contrast with the figures in the foreground. The overall atmosphere is one of fantasy and mystique, blending elements of beauty and power.
Prompt: A majestic, ethereal scene featuring a regal woman and a magnificent dragon. The woman, with long, flowing white hair and a serene expression, is seated gracefully, her body slightly angled towards the dragon. She wears an elegant, form-fitting gown of shimmering white and light blue, adorned with delicate fur trim around the neckline and shoulders. Her posture is poised and dignified, exuding an aura of calm authority. The dragon, a stunning creature of icy blue and white scales with accents of warm orange along its spine and wings, coils protectively around the woman. Its large, powerful wings are partially unfurled, creating a dramatic backdrop. The dragon's head is lowered, its gaze directed towards the woman, conveying a sense of loyalty and guardianship. The dragon's scales are intricately detailed, reflecting light and adding depth to its form. The setting is a desolate, icy landscape, with a muted, cool-toned color palette. The ground is covered in a layer of snow and ice, with subtle textures and shadows adding realism. The background is a dark, stormy sky, with hints of light breaking through, creating a dramatic contrast with the figures in the foreground. The overall atmosphere is one of fantasy and mystique, blending elements of beauty and power.
Prompt: A majestic, ethereal scene featuring a regal woman and a magnificent dragon. The woman, with long, flowing white hair and a serene expression, is seated gracefully, her body slightly angled towards the dragon. She wears an elegant, form-fitting gown of shimmering white and light blue, adorned with delicate fur trim around the neckline and shoulders. Her posture is poised and dignified, exuding an aura of calm authority. The dragon, a stunning creature of icy blue and white scales with accents of warm orange along its spine and wings, coils protectively around the woman. Its large, powerful wings are partially unfurled, creating a dramatic backdrop. The dragon's head is lowered, its gaze directed towards the woman, conveying a sense of loyalty and guardianship. The dragon's scales are intricately detailed, reflecting light and adding depth to its form. The setting is a desolate, icy landscape, with a muted, cool-toned color palette. The ground is covered in a layer of snow and ice, with subtle textures and shadows adding realism. The background is a dark, stormy sky, with hints of light breaking through, creating a dramatic contrast with the figures in the foreground. The overall atmosphere is one of fantasy and mystique, blending elements of beauty and power.
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.
