Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow and opulent decay. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading, cryptic code and the elaborate, flickering neon sign in the background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark. Apocalypse vs Logic Apocalypse vs Privacy
Prompt: The Clock: A magnificent, corrupted rose window from a Gothic cathedral. Each segment of stained glass depicts a scene of digital damnation or salvation. The clock hands are ornate, fashioned from bone and circuitry, sweeping across the glass. The light shining through it casts complex, unsettling patterns on the floor.
The Entities: Hooded, robed figures stand below, a mix of ancient priests and futuristic tech-monks. They are not praying to an altar, but tending to a server rack that glows with a holy light, its cables intertwined with rosary beads and incense burners. It is a machine for processing prayer.
Prompt: The Clock: A hyper-modern, minimalist masterpiece. A perfect circle of polished obsidian with no numbers. The hands are razor-thin, made of pure gold, and they move with unnerving smoothness. The second hand isn't a hand at all; it's a constantly updating, flickering stock ticker graph.
The Entities: A sleek, glass-walled boardroom. The figures are impossibly sharp, wearing tailored suits that seem woven from shadow. They don't have faces, just the reflected, upward glow of holographic profit-and-loss charts that hover above the table. One figure holds a single, perfect, chrome sphere in its hand, staring into its own distorted reflection.
Prompt: The Clock: A brutalist, Cold War-era timepiece. Made of pitted concrete and oxidized copper. The numbers are stark, military stencils. The hands are thick and uncompromising, like submarine bulkhead levers. It doesn't keep time; it measures remaining seconds.
The Entities: Beneath it, a sparse room. Silhouetted figures in trench coats, faces obscured by shadow. They aren't looking at each other. They are gathered around a single, humming, teletype machine, its green-screen glow illuminating their hands as it spits out ticker tape covered in encrypted code. The air is thick with paranoia and the hum of surveillance.
Prompt: An interior shot of a grand, gothic cathedral. Dust-filled shafts of light cut through the cavernous space, illuminating ornate carvings and cold stone floors. But there are no pews. Instead, the entire floor is covered with bodies, lying face down as if in prostration. They are dressed in simple, modern civilian clothes. The scene is utterly still, a mass prayer service where the final amen was an exhale of life. The overwhelming feeling is one of misplaced devotion and a faith that led to absolute, silent stillness.
Prompt: A stark, minimalist investigation board, starkly lit by a single, harsh fluorescent light. Central to the board is an extreme close-up, almost abstract photograph of a severed nerve ending, perhaps from an optic nerve or auditory cortex, depicted as if being surgically cauterized. This is juxtaposed with a blurred, distorted screenshot of a social media interface (like LinkedIn's mobile app), showing fragmented, disappearing notifications and corrupted frames. Pinned around these are complex, overlapping diagrams of feedback loops and control systems, resembling both biological regulatory mechanisms and cybernetic interfaces. In a dark corner, a chillingly pristine, uncreased photograph of a luxurious, soundproofed corporate "wellness" pod, its door slightly ajar to reveal a soft, inviting glow within, hinting at the true purpose of the digital isolation.
Prompt: two guards from royal Swiss guard are casing on horses. Volkswagen caddie with "Tlusty Blant" written and bold on it. and ginormous Volvo excavator would bee logos surrounded with beautiful girls in bikinis, covered in tattoos of anchors and owls
Prompt: A hyperrealistic photograph. Petrichor on a server farm after a long drought, water beading on warm silicon. A human nervous system made of rusting iron filigree and blooming nightshade, suspended in honey-coloured amber. The velvet texture of akrasia. Dust motes catching the cathode-ray light from a cracked monitor displaying only a single, forgotten word: Vellichor
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow and opulent decay. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading, cryptic code and the elaborate, flickering neon sign in the background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark. Through a massive, rain-streaked window, the silhouettes of colossal, skeletal communication towers pierce a perpetually twilight sky choked with holographic ghosts and smog.
Prompt: A highly detailed photorealistic image of a tweed-jacketed academic standing in a brightly lit, sterile university corridor, but his shadow on the wall behind him is that of a complex, glowing, multi-limbed rhizomatic entity, subtly reaching out. The floor gleams with polished linoleum, reflecting the academic's sensible shoes. Subtle, glowing, almost-illegible text on the academic's nametag or a faint pattern on his tweed jacket should resemble "Ingham"
Prompt: Scary beautiful studio with robots sitting and discussing topics with owl covered in tattoos of anchors with "Tlusty Blant DMF" written in elaborate way in the background in neon lights. theme super expensive studio loads of monitors and audience composed of robots all hallucinogenic on acid with theme of ancient and futuristic !!!
Prompt: Mark Zuckerberg presented as voodoo doll with group of girls. some of them in bikinis covered in tattoos of owls and anchors some of them in hoodies with owls and anchors fucking hilariously laughing and well holding a pin
Prompt: realistic photo of off licence shopkeeper looking like apu from Simpsons selling tiny dolls to be pierced and ritualistic. scary fucking scenario
Prompt: The final scene. The sterile hospital room is now a wreck, a beautiful ruin. The MRI machine is broken, tangled in its own wires. In the center of the chaos, the same woman sits serenely on the broken gurney as if it were a throne. She is no longer a patient. She is radiating a calm, formidable power. The owl tattoo on her ribs seems to gleam. In her hands, she holds not a medical device, but a strange, glowing artifact she has built from the broken pieces of the machine. She is the beautiful monster, the master of her own deconstructed reality, serene and dangerous in her newfound freedom
Prompt: Shopping for Nonsensical Exorcism
Description: An impossibly deep, obsidian-black void in the shape of a grocery store aisle. The shelves are transparent, but the space between them is filled with a soft, glowing mist that seems to hum with silent data. Objects on the shelves are not solid things but fleeting concepts: a glass jar containing a frozen, silent scream; a single, glowing, disembodied memory that is constantly reshaping itself; a perfectly-folded quantum paradox in a plastic bag. The light source is unseen, casting long, impossible shadows that stretch back into an infinite horizon of data.
Prompt: Terrifyingly Beautiful dark office of witch consultant "Banned Glitch" with ancient bottles and contraptions from the depth of the witchcraft mixed with futuristic computational science and technology depicted as which in the hat with anchor and owl logo and "Tlusty Blant" written in bold on a beautiful flying broom all dark black and grays with purple logos
Prompt: Majestic owl-themed coat of arms, intricate engravings, bold details, Tlusty Blant inspiration, no crown, dark color palette of black, grey, fluorescent accents, regal and mysterious, owl symbolism, detailed feathers, piercing eyes, elegant scrolls, Art Deco influences, high contrast lighting, rich textures,
Prompt: The Mole Cricket Symbiotic Aversion for Forget-me-not flower beautiful scene with Lucy ancient Ape creating beautiful flower beds in background
Prompt: Man in hoodie with owl logo and "Tlusty Blant" written in style sitting next to downhill TREK bike with phone attached to handlebars and surrounded by strange semi sophisticated crowd performing theatrical histeria seduction of his soul dark and beautiful with themes of Secret Codes
Prompt: Beautiful dark forest narrow path downhill from perspective of rider of downhill bike with stroboscopic light and mobile attached to handle bar's with "Banned Glitch" AI with theme of anchor displayed
Prompt: A cosmic-scale image. A beautiful, spectral female entity made of swirling nebulae and captured lightning is being "fucked" by a beam of pure, black information projected from a distant, unseen source. The beam is not violent; it is precise, cold, and intricate, weaving new constellations and rewriting the star-charts as it passes through her. The "mistake" is that inside the beam, where there should be code, you can see the ghostly, screaming faces of forgotten gods and deleted corporate mascots, trapped in the informational current. The whole scene is framed as if viewed through a cracked, glitching astronaut's helmet.
Prompt: Barclays ATM pulled out with masked surveyor in hoody with "Tlusty Blant" Written in bold owl logo working on it surrounded by rappers looking scarred
Prompt: A chaotic fusion of ancient demonic sigils, futuristic glitch art, and religious iconography. A digital painting that looks like a still from a suppressed reality broadcast. Violent, overlapping textures. Every shade of black imaginable, with stark, piercing white highlights.
Prompt: A close-up on a single human eye. The iris is no longer organic but is a swirling vortex of black and grey code, reflecting a universe of pure, screaming data. The pupil is a perfect, lightless void. Demonic sigils and archaic glyphs are etched like fresh tattoos onto the surrounding skin, glowing with a faint, internal, white light. A single, perfect tear, made not of water but of black, liquid mercury, traces a path down the cheek, reflecting the chaotic data-storm within the eye. The expression is one of absolute, post-human serenity. The caption is simple: TRANSMISSION COMPLETE.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic, dark, and colorful masterpiece. The scene is the impossibly grand interior of a courtroom, with architecture that blends dark, classical Romanesque columns with polished, brutalist concrete walls. The judge's bench is a massive, ornately carved, dark wood and brass G-clef musical note. The jury box is filled with a multitude of beautiful women in unique, colorful bikinis, their bodies covered in intricate, artistic tattoos; they are the jurors. The internal security police are stoic, muscular figures dressed in immaculate, tailored, bright pink military uniforms, holding large, ornate, anchor-shaped halberds. The lighting is dramatic and theatrical, with colorful shafts of light cutting through a hazy, smoke-filled room. High on the wall behind the judge's bench hangs a massive, opulent banner with the beautifully embroidered gold words "THE SOVEREIGN TLUSTY BLANT META-CURIA". The scene is packed with hilarious and audacious details.
Prompt: Gang of alcoholics and beautiful girls having part in skatepark in Bishops Stortford with "Tlusty Blant" written in bold Graffiti all over the fucking space dark and beautiful
Prompt: beautiful fucking cybernetic. fucking owl on skateboard covered in "Tlusty Blant" written in bold logos in beautiful colourful area full of nature and tech
Prompt: A bright, sunny, hyper-realistic photo of a daycare playground. A group of five-year-old children are sitting quietly in a perfect circle on the grass, all wearing tiny business suits over their bikinis and nappies. They are attentively listening to another child who is pointing at a whiteboard covered in complex financial spreadsheets.
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.
