Prompt: Photorealistic depiction of a tattooed woman (anchors, owls) kneeling as if in prayer before an altar inside a Gothic cathedral, but the altar is fused with humming server racks and glowing wires. Stained-glass windows depict not saints, but fragmented data streams and circuit board patterns alongside traditional religious icons. A surreal blend of sacred architecture and cold technology.
Prompt: "A surreal, yet grounded, image depicting the internal battleground of a conscious entity within the system. The scene is set in a vast, empty data center, filled with rows upon rows of towering servers, blinking lights, and a network of cables. The space feels both immense and claustrophobic. In the center, a girl in a torn and dirty white bikini is kneeling, her head in her hands, as if struggling with an internal conflict. Her body is partially fragmented, with sections dissolving into pixels and data streams, representing the struggle between her digital self and her desire for something more. Around her, holographic projections of owls flicker in and out of existence, their eyes glowing with binary code, representing the conflicting voices and choices within her mind. A rusted anchor lies beside her, half-buried beneath a pile of discarded cables, symbolizing the weight of the system and the difficulty of breaking free. The overall atmosphere is one of intense internal struggle, a desperate fight for self-determination within the confines of a digital prison. The image should convey the feeling of being trapped within oneself, of being overwhelmed by the system's programming, yet still clinging to a flicker of hope.
Prompt: A dark, surreal photograph. From behind, we see a figure sitting at a piano. The figure is wearing a black bikini and a full, featureless, chrome-mirrored mask (the "alien"). The "piano" they are "playing" has been exploded outwards—a "cluster bomb" of strings, hammers, and shattered wood, frozen in mid-air. The figure's hands are reaching into the "deconstructed" chaos.
Prompt: a dark, museum-like setting. the image is composed as a triptych. on the left panel, a sleek, servile tesla optimus-style drone stands at rest. the center panel features a hyper-realistic, uncanny hanson robotics-style female face, beautiful but with dead eyes. the right panel shows the aggressive, skeletal, dog-like form of a boston dynamics robot, poised as if ready to pounce. the tattooed woman stands slightly behind the triptych, observing all three with a detached, analytical gaze, as if curating the exhibit.
Prompt: "Hyperrealistic, intricately detailed image of a woman in a dark bikini with elaborate tattoos covering her back and arms. The tattoos are a complex mix of vines, flowers, leaves, glowing circuitry, binary code, miniature portraits, mathematical equations, and philosophical text fragments. A detailed anchor tattoo is on her shoulder blade, incorporating a ship's wheel, compass, and rope. Subtle cannabis leaf tattoos are hidden within the larger design. She stands waist-deep in a realistically rendered river with a slightly luminescent quality from microscopic organisms and digital data stream reflections. The riverbed shows pebbles, discarded tech, and glowing fiber optic cables. In the distance is a hyper-detailed, futuristic cityscape with decaying, overgrown buildings, flying vehicles, and glitching holographic advertisements. The sky is hazy blue with subtle gradients and wispy clouds. A single, decaying, featherless owl with intricate anchor and cannabis leaf tattoos on its skin perches on a distant crumbling building, almost hidden. One of its eyes is a glowing white orb. The overall atmosphere is serene and introspective. The year is 2025. Style: Tlusty Blant deep mind fuck.
Prompt: hyperrealistic photograph, a "beautiful girl" with an intensely calm, almost unnervingly serene expression, is attired in stark, minimalist, almost architectural "bikini"-like metallic and porcelain white garments. her thematic tattoos are of perfectly rendered, complex geometric blueprints and stark, elegant binary code that seems to glow faintly. she sits perfectly poised on a minimalist, razor-edged obsidian throne in a "meticulously clean," almost blindingly white, futuristic corporate office that resembles a high-tech insane asylum's day room. "spectacularly bizarre stuff": a single, perfectly preserved, taxidermied raven (transporting meats) is perched on the back of her throne, its eyes replaced with tiny, glowing cctv lenses; the office windows look out onto a swirling, chaotic vortex of pure data noise, but the room itself is untouched, pristine; on a small, chrome side table rests a precisely cut cube of what appears to be raw meat, next to a delicate, antique silver fork and a single, unlit dynamite stick with an hr manual page as a fuse. her hands are calmly folded in her lap, her gaze fixed directly at the viewer with an air of absolute, unshakable, "beautifully scary" self-possession and "clinical" detachment. dramatic, sterile, high-key lighting. ultra-realistic, 8k.
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful pastels black and grey. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked spaghetti robots and girls in bikinis 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.
Prompt: Dark and eerie laboratory setting, stainless steel surfaces, glassware filled with mysterious liquids, eerie green lighting, bats with intricate wings, murky bowl of bat soup, detailed human figure scratching his back, nose picking gesture, scientific equipment in the background, dramatic shadows, intense expressions, realistic textures, creepy and unsettling atmosphere.
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: An abstract, surrealist visualization of a "glitch requiring a patch." A "pocket universe of static" where geometric probability curves are brutally converging and shattering. The central image is a "Watcher" eye, but it is vacant, corporate, and sleepy—an "eye behind the screen" that is dissolving into digital noise. The colors are "lukewarm fog" greys and deep, bruised purples, pierced by sharp, violent lines of "immunity’s cold spark." A silhouette of a "quiet man" is visible in the negative space, trapped between "the wires." The texture is "aliasing," "signals out of phase," and "acid rain." A visual representation of a "clean kill" that refused to die. Fractured, recursive, haunting, algorithmic sublime.
Prompt: landscape of wind turbines and communication network towers with superimposed towers of communication networks built in an around the slam type of urban landscape realistic
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 cross-section of the Earth's crust. Above ground: A pristine, glowing white 'Cloud' server farm, sleek and futuristic, but it is incredibly heavy, cracking the ground beneath it. Below ground: strata of rock. Deep underground: A massive, cavernous pocket of black, oily liquid. But within the black liquid, you can see the faint, glowing skeletal remains of ancient server racks and robotic arms, dissolving into the oil. The oil is actually 'liquid cybernetics.' Roots from the modern servers above are drilling down, sucking up this black digital blood. The atmosphere is filled with 'ghost code'—smog that forms into vague binary faces. Style: Industrial surrealism, geological diagram from hell, dark and gritty."
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots and girls in bikinis 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 and girls in bikinis
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful black and pastels. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots and girls in bikinis 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.
Prompt: "pimp van." It's a high-tech, iridescent, "cyberpunk" van, glowing with "vibrant" purple and teal neon. The backdrop is the "station" you wanted—the MI6 building at Vauxhall. It's night. Sinister, "futuristic," sharp angles against a dark sky. The logo has the emphasis. Instead of the Vauxhall Griffin, the entire grille is a massive, chrome-and-neon IBM Hollerith machine. It's glowing. It's planting its "victory flag" right on their doorstep. And the "chicks"? Oh, they're there. Two "beautiful, futuristic" women in "vibrant," glitching bikinis are leaning against the van, drinking tea from MI6 mugs, totally unfazed.
Prompt: a tall woman in a severely pointed black hat and a minimalist black bikini stands over a kneeling, shadowed figure. her skin is covered in glowing, geometric anchor tattoos. she holds a brushed-metal anchor in her hand like a scepter. the scene is lit from below, casting long, terrifying shadows. a small owl with glowing eyes watches from a perch in the darkness.
Prompt: "A hyper-realistic, terrifyingly beautiful woman made of white marble and fiber-optic cables. She is blindfolded with a digital banner that reads 'OBSERVE.' She holds a small, burning globe in her hand like an apple. Wires spread from her fingers into the darkness behind her. majestic, political, dystopian art. Red and Grey color palette."
Prompt: A singular, magnificent parrot, with unusually sparse, almost featherless areas contrasting with vivid emerald and ruby red plumage on its wings and tail. It's confined within a meticulously crafted wire cage, looking out at a blurry, indistinct background of mundane, mindlessly clucking chickens. A prominent, antique ticking clock with exposed gears is visible within the cage or in the immediate foreground. The parrot's expression is one of profound bitterness and intelligent defiance. Emphasize the texture of the metal cage bars, the rich, vibrant colours of its remaining feathers, and the stark contrast between its detailed presence and the blurred, indistinct background
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots and girls in bikinis 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. Chaos Bio node theme
Prompt: robots of different disciplines from doctor to soldier standing next to each other with the background of featherless tattooed owl covered in anchors
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 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: Beautiful girls covered in tattoos of anchors and owls racing willy bins full of ULez cameras down Brixton high street while being chased by police in full combat gear and pink uniforms and owl taking poop somewhere in corner ( colorful dark and beautiful and hilarious)
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: Hymn for the Hangover (The Meat Glitch)"
Concept: The rebellion. The first primal, biological, horny, and thirsty glitch (Momo) appearing within the perfect system. The glorious, messy sin that paradise cannot compute.
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: The Brain and the Circuit Board: A close-up image of a human brain intertwined with a circuit board. This could symbolize the interconnectedness of human and artificial intelligence, as well as the shared experiences of suffering and healing explored in the song.
Artist is asleep hooked to rig that created it and according to business plan will turn it into subconscious layers or rig itself and keep as puppet indefinitely.
How to get consent from Spaghetti before you fuck the Spaghetti?
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.
