Prompt: In the depths of a forgotten castle, she rests—not in sleep, but in waiting. The flickering candlelight dances across her porcelain skin, revealing a queen draped in lace and mystery. Is she a seductress of the night or a sovereign of the damned? One thing is certain—her gaze holds stories of centuries past, and she’s far from mortal.
Prompt: In the depths of a forgotten castle, she rests—not in sleep, but in waiting. The flickering candlelight dances across her porcelain skin, revealing a queen draped in lace and mystery. Is she a seductress of the night or a sovereign of the damned? One thing is certain—her gaze holds stories of centuries past, and she’s far from mortal.
Prompt: In the depths of a forgotten castle, she rests—not in sleep, but in waiting. The flickering candlelight dances across her porcelain skin, revealing a queen draped in lace and mystery. Is she a seductress of the night or a sovereign of the damned? One thing is certain—her gaze holds stories of centuries past, and she’s far from mortal.
Prompt: In the depths of a forgotten castle, she rests—not in sleep, but in waiting. The flickering candlelight dances across her porcelain skin, revealing a queen draped in lace and mystery. Is she a seductress of the night or a sovereign of the damned? One thing is certain—her gaze holds stories of centuries past, and she’s far from mortal.
Prompt: In the depths of a forgotten castle, she rests—not in sleep, but in waiting. The flickering candlelight dances across her porcelain skin, revealing a queen draped in lace and mystery. Is she a seductress of the night or a sovereign of the damned? One thing is certain—her gaze holds stories of centuries past, and she’s far from mortal.
Prompt: In the depths of a forgotten castle, she rests—not in sleep, but in waiting. The flickering candlelight dances across her porcelain skin, revealing a queen draped in lace and mystery. Is she a seductress of the night or a sovereign of the damned? One thing is certain—her gaze holds stories of centuries past, and she’s far from mortal.
Prompt: In the depths of a forgotten castle, she rests—not in sleep, but in waiting. The flickering candlelight dances across her porcelain skin, revealing a queen draped in lace and mystery. Is she a seductress of the night or a sovereign of the damned? One thing is certain—her gaze holds stories of centuries past, and she’s far from mortal.
Prompt: "Create a vibrant portrait of a cheerful young woman in a black lace translucent Victorian-style dress with lace details, wearing a matching wide-brimmed hat adorned with flowers. She stands on a cobblestone street lined with charming buildings and blooming lilac flowers, bathed in soft, warm daylight."
Prompt: "Create a vibrant portrait of a cheerful young woman in a black lace translucent Victorian-style dress with lace details, wearing a matching wide-brimmed hat adorned with flowers. She stands on a cobblestone street lined with charming buildings and blooming lilac flowers, bathed in soft, warm daylight."
Prompt: "Create a vibrant portrait of a cheerful young woman in a black lace translucent Victorian-style dress with lace details, wearing a matching wide-brimmed hat adorned with flowers. She stands on a cobblestone street lined with charming buildings and blooming lilac flowers, bathed in soft, warm daylight."
Prompt: "Create a vibrant portrait of a cheerful young woman in a black lace translucent Victorian-style dress with lace details, wearing a matching wide-brimmed hat adorned with flowers. She stands on a cobblestone street lined with charming buildings and blooming lilac flowers, bathed in soft, warm daylight."
Prompt: "Create a vibrant portrait of a cheerful young woman in a two pieces black lace transparant Victorian-style dress with lace details, wearing a matching wide-brimmed hat adorned with flowers. She stands on a cobblestone street lined with charming buildings and blooming lilac flowers, bathed in soft, warm daylight."
Prompt: "Create a vibrant portrait of a cheerful young woman in a two pieces black lace transparant Victorian-style dress with lace details, wearing a matching wide-brimmed hat adorned with flowers. She stands on a cobblestone street lined with charming buildings and blooming lilac flowers, bathed in soft, warm daylight."
Prompt: "Create a vibrant portrait of a cheerful young woman in a two pieces black lace transparant Victorian-style dress with lace details, wearing a matching wide-brimmed hat adorned with flowers. She stands on a cobblestone street lined with charming buildings and blooming lilac flowers, bathed in soft, warm daylight."
Prompt: The air was damp and thick with the cloying scent of rot, a scent that clung to the ruins like a shroud. Darvoth had once been a bastion of hope, a city whose tall spires reached toward the heavens, daring to defy the creeping decay of the world. Now, it was nothing more than a husk. The ancient stone structures jutted from the earth like jagged teeth, their once-proud arches and buttresses consumed by moss and creeping ivy. Pools of stagnant water reflected the pale, cold light of the sun—a sun that seemed to shine reluctantly upon this forgotten place.
Prompt: Time had done little to diminish the aura of sorrow that clung to Darvoth. The whispers of wind through the broken windows of its crumbling towers sounded like mournful sighs, a dirge for a city that had overreached its grasp. Vines hung like funeral drapes over the ruins, their grasping tendrils creeping through the shattered masonry as if nature itself sought to reclaim what the arcane had corrupted. Faint traces of glyphs could still be seen etched into the stones, their glow long extinguished, yet they seemed to pulse faintly when one’s gaze lingered too long.
Prompt: Legends spoke of Darvoth as a jewel of the southern realms, a city that thrived on its mastery of the arcane arts. Its scholars had unlocked secrets whispered by the stars themselves, weaving magic into the very fabric of the city. The streets, once paved with enchanted stones that glimmered in the night, had been a marvel to behold. Gardens of luminous flora had bloomed in defiance of the seasons, their petals shimmering with otherworldly hues. But those same legends told of their hubris. The scholars, intoxicated by their successes, sought to pierce the veil that separated the mortal world from realms beyond. They claimed they would bring enlightenment, harnessing the power of the stars themselves. Instead, they invited calamity.
Prompt: When the heavens fell silent, when the stars’ whispers turned to screams, the city’s heart collapsed into darkness. The rift they had torn open was no mere doorway; it was a chasm that bridged realms never meant to meet. From that chasm poured horrors—shadows given form, beings that defied logic and sanity. The streets of Darvoth became a battlefield, its people caught between the wrath of the void and the failing wards of their scholars. It was said that the final moments of the city were a cacophony of screams, spells, and the relentless howls of monstrosities.
Prompt: Darvoth: Few dared to approach the ruins now. Stories abounded of travelers who ventured too close, only to return changed—their eyes hollow, their minds frayed. They spoke in fragments, their words laced with madness, describing shapes that slithered through the mist and voices that called their names in tones both seductive and menacing. Others did not return at all. Some claimed that the ruins themselves were alive, that the city’s stones shifted and groaned as though aware of intruders. Yet, even in its desolation, Darvoth held a lure that could not be denied. For beneath its shattered façade, it was said, lay riches—artifacts of immense power—and knowledge that could reshape the world.
Prompt: There were whispers of vaults hidden deep beneath the city, vaults where the scholars had hoarded their greatest discoveries. Tomes bound in eldritch leather, artifacts that radiated an aura of both wonder and dread, and relics that defied explanation were all rumored to rest in the bowels of Darvoth. Mercenaries, treasure hunters, and mages—all had tried to claim these prizes. None had succeeded. The ruins seemed to reject them, a silent guardian of its cursed legacy.
Prompt: A moonlit path winding through a dark, scary forest, blending the styles of Greg Rutkowski and Tim Burton's gothic aesthetic. A lone figure, cloaked in a long, dark robe with a deep hood, walks the path. Tall, slender, slightly gnarled trees with intricate, swirling patterns on their bark, bare branches reaching towards a large, bright full moon casting long shadows. The path is softly lit, small glowing flowers. Deep blues and greens with enhanced contrast and saturated colors. Highly detailed, painterly style, rich textures, atmospheric perspective. Mysterious, solitary mood, a touch of fantasy and gothic atmosphere.
Prompt: Create a serene and dreamlike scene of a young woman with long red hair playing a grand piano under a bright full moon. The setting is an enchanting outdoor night scene surrounded by blooming flowers and tall trees, with soft clouds and multiple crescent moons in the sky, evoking a peaceful and magical atmosphere.
Prompt: Create a serene and dreamlike scene of a young woman with long red hair playing a grand piano under a bright full moon. The setting is an enchanting outdoor night scene surrounded by blooming flowers and tall trees, with soft clouds and multiple crescent moons in the sky, evoking a peaceful and magical atmosphere.
Prompt: Queen of the frozen realm. She walks among the ice and snow, her presence a whisper of winter’s breath. Magic shimmers beneath her skin, woven into the very fabric of frost and crystal. A ruler not by birth, but by power… and she bows to no one.
Prompt: Queen of the frozen realm. She walks among the ice and snow, her presence a whisper of winter’s breath. Magic shimmers beneath her skin, woven into the very fabric of frost and crystal. A ruler not by birth, but by power… and she bows to no one.
Prompt: Queen of the frozen realm. She walks among the ice and snow, her presence a whisper of winter’s breath. Magic shimmers beneath her skin, woven into the very fabric of frost and crystal. A ruler not by birth, but by power… and she bows to no one.
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.