Prompt: Create an image featuring a woman from the back, her long blonde hair cascading down past her shoulders. She should be wearing a flowing, ethereal lavender gown with a delicate lacy bodice and long, billowing sleeves. The skirt of the gown should be airy and voluminous, catching the subtle breeze as it ripples gently across a field of lavender under a dramatic, stormy sky at dusk. The landscape should consist of rolling hills stretching into the distance, with layers of lush greenery giving way to misty violet hues of the lavender plants. The woman stands slightly to the right of the center, gazing towards the horizon where the last light of the setting sun creates a warm glow amidst the gathering clouds. The overall mood is serene and contemplative, evoking a sense of wistful solitude.
Prompt: Create an image featuring a woman from behind, facing away from the camera, walking down a serene tree-lined avenue. The setting is tranquil and green, with lush foliage enveloping the scene. A wall aged with patina lines one side of the road, and towering trees arch overhead, forming a natural canopy. The path itself is paved and flanked by verdant grass.
The woman has long, wavy hair in rich chestnut tones that cascade down her back and flutter gently in the breeze. Her skin tone is not visible. She wears an elegant, white, long-sleeved dress that skims the floor. The dress is form-fitting, accentuating an hourglass silhouette, simple yet sophisticated in design, with no additional ornamentation. There's a modest neckline and the material appears smooth, suggesting a soft, high-quality fabric.
The lighting is soft, diffused, possibly indicative of early morning or late afternoon, enhancing the quiet and meditative mood of the composition. The overall feeling of the image is peaceful, ethereal, and somewhat introspective.
Prompt: A surreal creation of a portrait of a particularly beautiful and attractive woman whose face is made of black and white lines like a zebra, beautiful and big red lips, touches of decorations and red flowers, a work of art, an art with a vision
Prompt: A surreal creation of a portrait of a particularly beautiful and attractive woman whose face is made of black and white lines like a zebra, beautiful and big red lips, touches of decorations and red flowers, a work of art, an art with a vision
Prompt: Drawing of a stunning feminine 1920s woman, muted and subtle pastel art deco colors, cubism style, melbourne city background, dark ambient, art noveau line art style by Catherine abel
Prompt: Captivating surrealism & beauty at its finest -A fashion model whose skin is made exclusively of exquisite small glass textiles & is surreally realistic, is in a dynamic pose wearing a dress of glass tiles, rows & columns, the dress is remarkably fluid & fitted the model whose depiction includes her full head & entire body including arms & legs all of that is depicted on the screen, she twirls in her amazingly flowy dress showcasing the stealth & fluidity of glass tile textile – & she is on aA lunar luminescent silver ocean water surface, Liquid silver ripples reflecting the woman, cosmic storm background, night time, Jean-Baptiste Monge style,
Prompt: women enhance overall beauty and airiness, enhance anatomically correct beauty, add more happiness, enhance color, hyper-realistic, bird in a cage, hyper-detailed, ethereal, iridescent, all, everywhere at once, recomposition, adding more intricate golden tears and starting crystal dust left on top down, and adding realism, detail and sparkle to the eyes, all the planets, molecules and stardust revolve around a beautiful woman, made entirely of hypodermic needles, pins and needles, fine art, super precision, super detail, purity and sharpness, elegance, cinematic lighting, 8k concept art; art station trends; in the styles of Lin Rahn, Gedinas Prantskevichus, Vlad Safronov, Rick Ostenbrook and Adam Martinakis, ultra-precision, super-detail, purity and clarity, you are a mushroom-universe outliving itself.
Prompt: A brand new ancient alien land of surreal creativity and unnatural concepts, one woman in a long dress is walking on a path in the rain, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, fantastic view, crisp quality, Peter Gric, Ivan Shishkin, sunrays in the mist, light reflections, deep colours, volumetric lighting, polished, masterful surrealism, cel-shaded, high definition
Prompt: A woman, is walking her dog down an empty, darkened city street. As she passes by a manhole, a creature attacks and drags her and the dog into the sewers. Demonic Textile Patchwork By Enki Bilal & Paul Klee & Jennifer Lommers & Hans Hartung & Meghan Duncanson & Mark Rothko & Dee Nickerson & Victor Brauner & Didier Lourenço & pastel colors of blood red, yellow, navy blue, unnatural greens, silver, gold, purple/violet, purple and green, black, ghostly white, grey & ∞
Prompt: You are an underwater explorer. You are leaving to explore the deepest oceans. You must find the lost city of Atlantis. This is your most challenging assignment. It is morning and the sun pushes up on the horizon. The sea is calm. You climb into the narrow pilot's compartment of the underwater vessel "Seeker" with your special gear. The crew of the research vessel "Maray" screws down the hatch clamps. Now begins the plunge into the depths of the ocean. The "Seeker" crew begins lowering by a strong, but thin cable. Within minutes, you are so deep in the ocean that little light filters down to you. The silence is eerie as the "Seeker" slips deeper and deeper. You peer out the thick glass porthole and see fish drifting past, sometimes stopping to look at you—an intruder from another world…
Prompt: A supernatural force of destruction spawned from disillusionment and disbelief. The result of human apathy, cynicism, and the denial of childish dreams. The negation of imagination, hopes, and wishes. A metaphor of adulthood that lost its ways. The dangers of excessive pragmatism. A force of absolute oblivion erasing things and people from existence, leaving no trace whatsoever as if they never were there to begin with. Global manifestation of a tremendous, chaotic storm, covering the sky with dark clouds, winds and lightning. Incarnations of the worst aspects of imagination. A destructive presence wrecking everything to leave a dark void on its wake. An inconceivable, formless, featureless, colorless negation of existence, impossible to describe, surrounded by an otherworldly mist. An abstract oxymoron that cannot and should not exist, for it does not and yet it is.
Prompt: A supernatural force of destruction spawned from disillusionment and disbelief. The result of human apathy, cynicism, and the denial of childish dreams. The negation of imagination, hopes, and wishes. A metaphor of adulthood that lost its ways. The dangers of excessive pragmatism. A force of absolute oblivion erasing things and people from existence, leaving no trace whatsoever as if they never were there to begin with. Global manifestation of a tremendous, chaotic storm, covering the sky with dark clouds, winds and lightning. Incarnations of the worst aspects of imagination. A destructive presence wrecking everything to leave a dark void on its wake. An inconceivable, formless, featureless, colorless negation of existence, impossible to describe, surrounded by an otherworldly mist. An abstract oxymoron that cannot and should not exist, for it does not and yet it is.
Prompt: Supernatural forces of destruction spawned from disillusionments and disbeliefs. The results of human apathies, cynicisms, and denials of childish dreams. Negations of imaginations, hopes, and wishes. Metaphors of adulthoods that lost its way. The dangers of excessive pragmatisms. Forces of absolute oblivions erasing things and peoples from existence, leaving no traces whatsoever as if they never were there to begin with. Global manifestations of tremendous, chaotic storms, covering the skies with dark clouds, winds and lightning. Incarnations of the worst aspects of imaginations. Destructive presences wrecking everything to leave dark voids in its wakes. Inconceivable, formless, featureless, colorless negations of existences, impossible to describe, surrounded by otherworldly mists. Abstract oxymorons that cannot and should not exist, for they do not and yet they are.
Prompt: A furnace wind screams endessly through this devastated realm, carrying away the silt in an eternal pall of choking dust, scouring the earth to bare rock. If someone passed into this valley, she found fire and death. The earth is warped and barren, devoid of life. The sun is hidden behind the endless clouds of blowing dust. And at the heart of this tortured place, a ring of burning rock encircles a city so large the eye could not encompass it in one glance.
Prompt: An underground, carnivalesque, freak-show circus, consisting of otherworldly beasts, fantastical creatures, extraordinary fairies, and strange monsters. Performing inside of an abandoned train. In the characteristics of the artworks of Zdzisław Beksiński. A theatrical approach, combining character-driven circus acts with a broad variety of original styles to convey complex themes with a more avant garde approach & ∞
Prompt: ∞ Create a gritty, dystopian cyberpunk digital art scene set in a futuristic Tokyo cityscape populated with humanoid androids. Feature prominent neon lighting, holograms, and high-tech elements portrayed in anime style & ∞
Prompt: Gorgeous Portrait Of A Biblically Accurate Angel. “Byzantine Textile Patchwork Fashion Model" By Enki Bilal & Paul Klee & Jennifer Lommers & Hans Hartung & Meghan Duncanson & Mark Rothko & Dee Nickerson & Victor Brauner & Didier Lourenço & ∞
Prompt: An accurate depiction of an Obeah servant of a witch, fashioned from wood, bronze, and gourds for work in the fields. A monkey’s departing soul manifests as a controlling spirit. Eyes on the mask are closed, and the puppet sees through the painted third eye. Long, sharp fingers for threshing millet, disengage the puppet’s second pair of arms. A branch from a cemetary tree fools the soul into thinking of the Puppet as a final resting place.
Prompt: Takers of humanity, elders paranoid
The time is now
Give up this world you once destroyed
Society versus the underground
Their battles fought and lost
The time has come
To rule the world at any cost
For the past it's too late
Cause the world can't control fate
Shadows cast loud and clear
Tell the world the new order's here
Cities turn to battlefields
A deadly spell is cast
Corpses falling one by one
Until the last
The preacher speaks of prophecy
So many years before
No one escapes their punishment
The gods of war
For the past it's too late
Cause the world can't control fate
Shadows cast loud and clear
Tell the world the new order's here
Death is like an empty space
Fell no thoughts of fear
The future cries
As mother nature sheds a tear
The world becomes a prisoner
A victim of its crime
The human race is now a race
Against time
For the past it's too late
Cause the world can't control fate
Shadows cast loud and clear
Tell the world the new order's here
Prompt: A brand new ancient alien land of surreal creativity and unnatural concepts, one druid woman in a long dress is walking on a path in the rain, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, fantastic view, crisp quality, Peter Gric, Ivan Shishkin, sunrays in the mist, light reflections, deep colours, volumetric lighting, polished, masterful surrealism, cel-shaded, high definition
Prompt: Style by Dragan Malešević Tapi and Tomasz Alen Kopera. A very detailed fluffy white cloud with a face in the middle of green dense forest. Magic realism. Mysterious. Druid Priestess
Prompt: Lost in a cold dark garden alone
My only company
Night blooming dementia
Bittersweet blossom bloom of madness
The sharp knife in the mind
Kills the devil in the soul
The sun's light blotted out
Skies filled with savage black birds
Devouring creation, devouring my heart
My soul, a multitude starving
Like the dawn of creation
We awaken to a new day
A day of confronting reality
That dark satin veil, pierced
Cold steel poles to invade my flesh
Felicity burned by the red hot
Fiery coals of desire
The white hot sun burning
Like the eye of God watching
The sharp knife in the mind
Kills the devil in the soul
The dark satin veil pierced
That cold steel finger in my brain
Just may bring peace
On sunshine days
When we cast no shadow
And the heat's baked our mind
Into lonely submission
Then is when we realize
Something as thin as the web of a spider
Holds us back from
Ordinary madness
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.