Prompt: A humanoid ancestral monster, large and very strong, with a savage look, hornless goat ears, large mouth with sharp teeth, giant hands and feet, medium and extremely sharp claws, hostile, was a perfect hunter, primitive and improvised clothing, lived most of the time in poorly lit caves and caves, lived in small groups of the same species, ultra-realistic
Prompt: extraterrestrial goats surrounded by space ships and nature, bringing a blessing to the earth, standing on their spaceship which looks like an outdoor threatre
Prompt: Here emerges a majestic creature from the story of an ancient forgotten wisdom., a harmonious blend of ancient symbolism and the teachings of a miraculous journey. Let this noble being, chosen by fate, embody the virtues of courage, wisdom, and divine guidance. Its radiant presence illuminates the canvas with ethereal hues and intricate patterns, invoking awe and reverence. Through its mystical form, let the essence of transformation and spiritual awakening be revealed, transcending the boundaries of mortal understanding. May this extraordinary image capture the profound depths of faith and the limitless possibilities that lie within the realms of the miraculous. in style of Pere Borrell del Caso, Jacek Yerka, Noah Bradley, Amanda Sage, Yuri Shwedoff, Claude Lorrain, Jean Delville, Vilhelm Hammershoi, Beksinski, John Salminen, Steve Hanks, Mahmoud Movahed, Jean-Baptiste Monge and Gabriel von Max
Prompt: rococo impossible sculpture by Daniel Merriam, Michelangelo and Caravaggio. 3d rendered masterpiece, volumetric light, in silver and green by wes anderson, baroque vine details in golden, unreal engine
Prompt: Alice Cooper in Wonderland with strange creatures - style by Tim Burton and Salvador Dali - colorful, high definition, very detailed, high focus, very sharp
Prompt: In the fiery depths of Hell, the air was thick with the acrid scent of burning souls, and the screams of the damned echoed endlessly. But it wasn't the inferno that tormented the lost souls the most; it was the company they were forced to keep. Hell was a place teeming with selfish, self-centered and mean people who had spent their lives on Earth prioritizing their own desires and ambitions above all else. Now, they were trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment, surrounded by others just like them. In this nightmarish realm, they were eternally cursed to compete for limited resources, hoarding and guarding their possessions, never knowing the joys of selflessness or compassion. Their cries for help went unheard, as they had all ignored the pleas of others during their lifetimes. In Hell, the punishment was not the fire that raged around them, but the loneliness of a soul condemned to a selfish eternity, forever separated from the warmth of empathy and kindness.
Prompt: Mourning maidens go, some lifting their arms
Filled with scent-sheaves torn apart by the wind;
Some gather into shells tears breaking from the cheek,
Some still seek the road that was built centuries ago.
Others dash against the ground huge pots of clay
Whose clatter in cracking yet adds to the sorrow.
Boys strike hatchets blue against the sky,
Serving lads strike light-rusted shields,
A mighty banner sways amid the smoke, its spear-point
Leaning, as it were, against the arcs of heaven
Prompt: Show yourself you man ghost
Let me see your
Awful dark presence
Be here in front of me
In all your brilliant terror
Touch me with
Dead man hands,
Rather the terror of your shade
Than this fragile fading memory
In the dark light.
Touch me,
Whisper in my ear
Show yourself you ghost
I fear your memory
Not your shade
Revenge yourself
Let loose your rage
Haunt my dreams,
Haunt my days
Call all the demons
But come to me
Come to me with cold breath
This I want not death
Wither me my face
Boil my eyes
Just show yourself you faded jade
Wake me in the night
With icy fingers
And chilling stare
Rather this
Than waking without you
Show yourself you ghost
I fear your loss more than
Your shade
Shrieking terror is better than
This empty world
If I can't hear you laugh
Let me hear your banshee wail
Haunt my days, not my dreams
Haunt my nights not my thoughts
Push the lid, leave your coffin
Rise from the dead
Wraith stop my breath
With choking hands
Fat fingers on my throat
Leave your grave,
Raise your spirit
Just don't leave me alone
Show yourself you ghost man
Blindfold, Shroud.
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.
