Prompt: Street scene after a thunderstorm, in the rain, flood, splashing of water drops, Jean-Baptiste Monge, Ivan Bilibin, Albert Bierstadt, Reza Badrossama, watercolor ink, pencil sketch, splashes, complex details, fantasy, beautiful, oil on canvas, award-winning, imperial colors, fantastic view, bright colors, very attractive, clear quality
ai surreal subconscious visual psychedelic fractal
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Prompt: detailed surreal subconscious imagery of reality + whats in my mind + DMT visuals + fractal patterns psychedelic florescent colours anamorphic dark horror
Prompt: Aged to perfection, a whisky divine,
A treasure of time, a hundred years' shine.
From oak casks, patiently it matured,
A nectar of luxury, to be savored and explored.
Golden hues, with hints of amber and brown,
Aroma rich, with notes that astound.
Caramel, vanilla, and spices so bold,
On the palate, a symphony of flavors unfold.
Velvet smooth, a warmth that lingers,
As memories of the past, it fondly triggers.
Each sip a journey, a story to tell,
Of craftsmanship and expertise, woven well.
A celebration of time, a mark of prestige,
A hundred years' legacy, a liquid prestige.
A tribute to patience, and artistry profound,
Aged to perfection, a Scotch renowned.
A toast to its glory, a taste so refined,
A hundred years of excellence, so rightly defined.
A timeless indulgence, a true connoisseur's delight,
A hundred-year-old Scotch, a treasure of the night.
Prompt: A Crystalline Lake
Mirror-like, serene and clear,
Reflecting skies so bright and sheer.
A jewel nestled in nature's embrace,
A tranquil oasis, a peaceful space.
Surrounded by mountains, majestic and tall,
Their peaks crowned with snow, standing proud and all.
A pristine beauty, untouched by time,
A symphony of nature, so sublime.
Sparkling waters, crystal clear,
Teeming with life, both far and near.
A haven for flora, a playground for fauna,
A treasure trove of life, a nature's sauna.
A sanctuary for solitude and peace,
Where worries and troubles find release.
A sanctuary for joy and delight,
Where memories are made, day and night.
A crystalline lake, a treasure rare,
A gem of nature, beyond compare.
A gift to cherish, a sight to behold,
A haven of serenity, a story untold.
Prompt: Abandoned stone tower amidst the thicket of orange and yellow plants, lot of flowers, vines, ivy and roots, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
Without watermark
Prompt: Darkness falls, shadows creep,
A sense of foreboding, runs deep.
Moon obscured, stars concealed,
An evil night, a darkness revealed.
Whispers in the wind, eerie sound,
Fear and unease, all around.
Ghosts and ghouls, come to play,
On this fateful night, in disarray.
Cackling witches, on broomsticks soar,
Haunting echoes, chilling to the core.
Bats swoop low, owls hoot and screech,
A haunting symphony, beyond our reach.
Unseen eyes, watch from afar,
Mystery and menace, under every star.
Unknown terrors, lurking in the dark,
Sending shivers down the spine, a daunting mark.
A sense of danger, a thrill of fright,
On this evil night, a test of might.
But dawn will come, with the morning light,
Dispelling darkness, banishing the fright.
Evil night, a fleeting phase,
A reminder of life's mysterious ways.
For darkness fades, and light prevails,
A beacon of hope, as the night exhales.
Prompt: high detail, intricate flashes of energy, bokeh, reflections of fire, colorful, polished in the style of Daniel Merriam, Josephine Wall, Brian Froude, Catherine Abel in the style of Raphael, bronze with platinum, polished
Prompt: high detail, intricate flashes of energy, bokeh, reflections of fire, colorful, polished in the style of Daniel Merriam, Josephine Wall, Brian Froude, Catherine Abel in the style of Raphael, bronze with platinum, polished
Prompt: Victorian Photograph
A moment frozen, in sepia tone,
A glimpse of history, forever known.
A portrait captured, in time's embrace,
A Victorian photograph, a window to a place.
Dressed in finery, with solemn grace,
Posing still, in a timeless space.
Formal attire, with poses prim,
A snapshot of an era, a treasure dim.
The subjects stern, yet quietly proud,
Their expressions somber, voices loud.
In black and white, their faces gleam,
A preserved memory, like a dream.
A family portrait, or a lover's gaze,
A Victorian photograph, a bygone phase.
Capturing memories, in sepia hues,
A treasure to cherish, in history's muse.
From a bygone era, a glimpse in time,
A Victorian photograph, so sublime.
A window to the past, a story told,
Preserved forever, in sepia gold.
Prompt: poppies on the path beside the cottage through the gate lake, stone-hedge, paradise at sunset, poppies house lake, tye dye, wet watercolor on silk, highly detailed, Dee Nickerson Style, high definition
Prompt: Mystical pharmacy bottles, lined in rows,
Holding secrets, ancient and unknown,
Potions and elixirs, concoctions rare,
A mystic brew, beyond compare.
Amber glass, with labels worn,
Whispering stories of potions born,
From distant lands, and realms unseen,
Holding mysteries, both dark and serene.
Unleashing powers, hidden within,
Cures for ailments, a magical spin,
Labeled with runes, symbols and signs,
Unlocking wisdom, of mystic kind.
Bottles of potions, shimmering bright,
Emanating aura, in ethereal light,
Each holding a key, to realms unknown,
A mystical treasure, to call your own.
So, delve into the world, of alchemy rare,
In these mystical bottles, secrets to share,
With potions brewed, from times of yore,
A mystical pharmacy, a realm to explore.
Prompt: A mechanical house, so clean and bright,
With gears and levers, whirring in the light,
A marvel of engineering, precision made,
A symphony of metal, a choreographed parade.
Its purpose clear, its task defined,
To conquer dust, and leave no speck behind,
With brushes and filters, and suction strong,
It moves with purpose, all day long.
Its sensors keen, detecting every mote,
In corners and crevices, it nimbly floats,
Navigating with precision, through each room,
Removing debris, like a mechanical broom.
No speck of dust, can escape its sight,
As it glides and maneuvers, with mechanical might,
Sucking up particles, with efficiency supreme,
A dust-free haven, a futuristic dream.
No more sweeping or mopping by hand,
The mechanical house, has taken its stand,
Cleaning with precision, without a fuss,
Leaving no trace, of debris or dust.
A technological wonder, of gears and cogs,
A mechanical marvel, for the dust-prone blogs,
A robot helper, in the modern age,
A mechanical house, turning the page.
So, let us celebrate, this wondrous machine,
Prompt: In a zoological fantasy, a world of dreams,
Animals of all kinds, in mystical extremes,
Creatures fantastical, beyond the mundane,
A wonderland of fauna, a whimsical domain.
There, a winged lion, takes to the sky,
With majestic wings, it soars up high,
Roaming freely, with grace and might,
A mythical beast, a breathtaking sight.
A unicorn gallops, with a horn so bright,
In a realm of magic, it's a mesmerizing sight,
Its mane flowing, with colors divine,
A creature of myth, in a world so fine.
A dragon roams, with scales aglow,
Breathing fire, with an awe-inspiring show,
A creature of legend, fierce and bold,
In a zoological fantasy, a tale to be told.
A mermaid sings, with a melodious voice,
Luring sailors, with her enchanting poise,
Half human, half fish, in the depths she dwells,
A mythical being, with mythical spells.
A griffin soars, with a lion's might,
And an eagle's wings, taking flight,
A creature of lore, both fierce and wise,
In a zoological fantasy, a wondrous prize.
In this realm of wonder, where dreams come alive,
A zoological fantasy, where animals thrive,
Imagination soars, and magic reigns,
A world of creatures, with fantastical domains.
Prompt: I dream in colors, patchwork fantasy landscape, swirling clouds, a path between mountains, to the moon, cascading waterfalls , watercolor patchwork by Caspar David Friedrich, Daniel Merriam, Catherine Abel, Susan Seddon Boulet, HDR, sharp details, enhanced quality, visionary art,
Prompt: an electronic circuit board composed of gold salt gems with straight gold wire connections, inlay of rubies, sapphires and amethysts, Warm lighting, Highly detailed, Intricate, Realistic, art by laolu senbanjo, natural elements, Artstation, Digital painting, Sharp focus, earthy tones
Prompt: An autumn oak tree, in colors ablaze,
With leaves of gold and crimson haze,
A majestic sight, against the sky,
As nature paints, in hues that sigh.
Its branches reaching, with strength and grace,
A canopy of beauty, in a vibrant embrace,
With rustling leaves, in a gentle breeze,
A timeless symbol, of nature's decrees.
The sun casts shadows, through its boughs,
Creating patterns, that dance and drowse,
As days grow shorter, and temperatures cool,
The autumn oak tree, is nature's jewel.
Its foliage falling, like a golden rain,
Blanketing the earth, in a rustic refrain,
A carpet of leaves, in shades so warm,
A reminder of nature's wondrous charm.
Birds chirp and nest, in its sturdy limbs,
Finding shelter, as the season dims,
Squirrels scurry, in search of treasure,
In the autumn oak tree, a season's measure.
A symbol of strength, through seasons' change,
The autumn oak tree, a sight so strange,
In fiery colors, it stands so proud,
A marvel of nature, drawing a crowd.
So, let us cherish, this autumnal view,
The beauty of an oak tree, so bold and true,
A seasonal spectacle, a nature's delight,
The autumn oak tree, a majestic sight.
Prompt: The old canvas tent, a rustic abode,
Weathered and worn, but with stories to be told,
Sturdy poles and ropes, holding it tight,
A shelter in the wilderness, under stars at night.
Its fabric aged, with patches and stains,
A testament to adventures and rugged terrains,
The scent of campfire, lingering in the air,
A cozy haven, amidst nature's flair.
Inside, a simple dwelling, with a rustic charm,
A place to rest, safe from nature's harm,
A canvas roof, sheltering from rain or dew,
A humble dwelling, with a simple view.
Memories abound, within its canvas walls,
Of nights spent stargazing, and nature's calls,
Of campfire stories, and laughter shared,
Of quiet moments, with nature's wonders bared.
The old canvas tent, a symbol of adventure,
A nomad's refuge, a wanderer's treasure,
A humble dwelling, in the great outdoors,
A sanctuary of simplicity, that nature restores.
In its faded canvas, and weathered facade,
Lies the spirit of camping, and journeys so broad,
A canvas tent, with a history to be told,
A timeless symbol, of stories untold.
Prompt: Nursing the hunger, a relentless craving,
Deep within, a sensation worth saving,
A hunger that gnaws, a longing so real,
A primal urge, that's hard to conceal.
It starts with a rumble, a growl in the gut,
A sensation so raw, it can't be shut,
A gnawing feeling, an emptiness inside,
A hunger that can't be denied.
It calls for attention, demands to be fed,
A hunger that can't be ignored or misread,
It nags and persists, with an insistent plea,
A craving that won't let you be.
You seek out sustenance, to satiate the need,
A meal, a snack, to fulfill the feed,
A taste of flavors, a feast for the senses,
Nursing the hunger, with culinary indulgences.
It's not just about the physical need,
But also the comfort, the satisfaction indeed,
A nourishment for the body, a solace for the soul,
Nursing the hunger, makes you feel whole.
In the act of eating, there's a primal connection,
A reminder of life's basic sustenance,
A reminder of our shared humanity,
Nursing the hunger, a universal experience.
So, when the hunger strikes, heed its call,
Savor the flavors, embrace it all,
For in nursing the hunger, there's more than just food,
Prompt: A cloak of stars, draped in the night,
A celestial shroud, a mesmerizing sight,
A celestial tapestry, woven with light,
A cosmic spectacle, in the dark's embrace, so bright.
Twinkling gems, scattered across the sky,
A sparkling canopy, that captures the eye,
Each star a story, a cosmic tale,
In the starry cloak, a celestial trail.
A cloak of mystery, a veil of dreams,
A nocturnal wonder, that forever gleams,
A celestial garment, so vast and wide,
The starry cloak, a celestial guide.
Beneath its shimmering folds, we find our way,
In its ethereal glow, we yearn to stay,
Lost in awe, of its celestial grace,
The starry cloak, a celestial embrace.
So, gaze upon the night sky's glowing cloak,
Let it captivate you, with its cosmic evoke,
A celestial marvel, a heavenly sight,
The starry cloak, a beacon in the night.
Prompt: A raven of steel, with eyes that gleam,
A cybernetic marvel, a futuristic theme,
Wings of wires, feathers of alloy,
A creature of innovation, a cybernetic envoy.
With circuits and sensors, it soars through the sky,
A technological marvel, that catches the eye,
Its plumage shining, with a digital sheen,
A raven of the future, in a world unseen.
Its beak a scanner, its wings a screen,
A cybernetic messenger, swift and keen,
A fusion of nature and technology,
A marvel of engineering, for all to see.
With augmented senses, it surveys the land,
Processing data, with precision so grand,
Its cybernetic enhancements, a technological boon,
A raven of the future, under a silvery moon.
Yet amidst the wires, and circuits so bright,
Lies a soul of nature, a spirit of flight,
A creature of the wild, with a heart so true,
A cybernetic raven, with a nature's residue.
A symbol of progress, a fusion of worlds,
A cybernetic marvel, with digital swirls,
A raven of the future, a creature of lore,
A testament to innovation, forever to soar.
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.