Prompt: The art style of Serge Marshennikov and Art Nouveau, alcohol ink style, mixed media, beautiful white shaggy cat, long shaggy fur, big multilayer eyes, cute
Prompt: A beautiful young woman sitting on a rock cliff in the ocean and playing a violin, simple smile on the face, 3d render, fireflies and musical note flying, starry night, everything is glowing around her including her dress, beautiful moon, calm ocean
Prompt: Beautiful girl whose face is covered in constellations, blue haired girl whose face has constellations on it, upper body portrait by Anne Dewailly, bak, tom bagshaw, Guweiz, petra Cortright, Yossi Kotler, constellations on face, girl face with cheeks covered in star constellations patterns, constellation on girl skin, Glitter drawing, dazzling reflected light, iridescent, fantasy, dreamy, crisp lineart, speckled light, glossy hair highlights, detailed clothing, highly intricate hair, a warrior girl of the stars
Prompt: As you step into the forest, the air grows thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hoot of an owl. The canopy overhead is dense, blocking out much of the daylight, casting the forest floor into shadowy obscurity. Shafts of pale light filter through the tangled branches, illuminating patches of moss and ferns, but their feeble glow does little to dispel the pervasive gloom.
Tall, gnarled trees loom overhead like ancient sentinels, their twisted limbs reaching out like grasping fingers. Their bark is rough and weathered, bearing the scars of countless years standing against the elements. Moss and ivy cling to their trunks, adding to the sense of age and decay that permeates the forest.
In the heart of the forest, where the shadows are deepest, there stands a figure cloaked in darkness. Taller than any man, it seems to blend seamlessly with the gloom, its form shifting and twisting as if made of smoke. Its eyes, if it has any, are hidden in the depths of its hood, leaving its intentions a mystery.
Those who dare to venture too close speak of a palpable sense of dread that washes over them, chilling them to the bone. They whisper of whispered voices and phantom footsteps echoing through the trees, of a presence that watches from the shadows, unseen but undeniably there.
And so the forest stands, a place of dark and foreboding mystery, its secrets hidden beneath the canopy and guarded by the shadowy figure that lurks within.
Prompt: As you step into the forest, the air grows thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hoot of an owl. The canopy overhead is dense, blocking out much of the daylight, casting the forest floor into shadowy obscurity. Shafts of pale light filter through the tangled branches, illuminating patches of moss and ferns, but their feeble glow does little to dispel the pervasive gloom.
Tall, gnarled trees loom overhead like ancient sentinels, their twisted limbs reaching out like grasping fingers. Their bark is rough and weathered, bearing the scars of countless years standing against the elements. Moss and ivy cling to their trunks, adding to the sense of age and decay that permeates the forest.
In the heart of the forest, where the shadows are deepest, there stands a figure cloaked in darkness. Taller than any man, it seems to blend seamlessly with the gloom, its form shifting and twisting as if made of smoke. Its eyes, if it has any, are hidden in the depths of its hood, leaving its intentions a mystery. And so the forest stands, a place of dark and foreboding mystery, its secrets hidden beneath the canopy and guarded by the shadowy figure that lurks within.
Prompt: Amidst the ruins of an ancient castle, a lone figure stands silhouetted against the fading light, their features obscured by the encroaching shadows.
Prompt: As the storm rages on, the sky above is a canvas of dark, brooding gray, illuminated by jagged bolts of lightning that streak across the heavens, casting an eerie glow upon the tumultuous scene below. The ocean churns and roils with ferocious intensity, its surface whipped into a frenzy by the relentless wind. Towering waves, some reaching as high as fifty feet, rear up like colossal beasts, their crests frothing with white foam as they crash and collide with thunderous force.
Against this backdrop of chaos and fury, nature's power is on full display, a mesmerizing spectacle of raw energy and untamed beauty. The relentless assault of wind and water serves as a reminder of the awesome might of the elements, a force to be respected and feared in equal measure. And yet, amidst the tumult, there is a strange sense of awe and wonder, as if witnessing the primal dance of creation itself unfolding before your eye
Prompt: In the dim, desolate hallway of the abandoned asylum, decay reigns supreme. Cracked and peeling paint clings desperately to the walls, revealing glimpses of the decaying plaster beneath. The air hangs heavy with the musty scent of neglect, while the only sound is the faint echo of your footsteps against the worn linoleum floor.
Amidst this desolation, a stark contrast emerges—a single, brightly colored toy rests ominously in the center of the hallway. Its cheerful hues clash violently with the surrounding gloom, casting an eerie glow that seems to defy the oppressive darkness. Perhaps a remnant of a forgotten past, the toy stands as a silent sentinel amidst the ruins, a haunting reminder of the lives that once inhabited these forsaken halls.
As you approach, the toy seems to exude an unsettling aura, its plastic surface marred by time and neglect. Its once cheerful features now appear twisted and distorted, casting sinister shadows in the flickering light. Despite its innocent appearance, there's something undeniably sinister about the toy, a feeling that sends shivers down your spine and sets your heart racing.
In this forsaken place, where madness and despair once held sway, the presence of the colorful toy serves as a chilling reminder of the fragility of innocence and the darkness that lurks within us all.
Prompt: In the heart of the forest, nestled amidst a tapestry of vibrant greenery and blooming flowers, lies a quaint and picturesque village. The air is alive with the sweet fragrance of blossoms, and the gentle hum of bees and songbirds fills the tranquil atmosphere. Colorful butterflies flit from flower to flower, their delicate wings painting the scene with splashes of iridescent beauty.
Amidst this idyllic setting, a whimsical sight catches the eye—a plump frog lounging contentedly beneath the shelter of a towering mushroom. With its glossy emerald skin and bright, beady eyes, the frog seems to blend seamlessly into its surroundings, as if it were a part of the enchanted forest itself. Its bulbous form is a picture of relaxation, its legs sprawled lazily beneath it as it basks in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above.
Despite its small size, the frog exudes a sense of quiet wisdom and serenity, as if it holds the secrets of the forest within its tranquil gaze. Perhaps it knows the hidden pathways that wind through the trees, or the whispered tales of the woodland creatures that call this place home. Or perhaps it simply revels in the simple joys of life, finding contentment in the beauty of its surroundings and the warmth of the sun on its back.
As you watch the whimsical frog in its leafy sanctuary, you can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you—a reminder that even in the midst of life's chaos, there is beauty to be found in the quiet moments of reflection and connection with the natural world.
Prompt: In the depths of the castle, hidden beneath layers of stone and shadow, lies the dungeon—a place of darkness and despair, where the air is thick with the musty scent of decay and the chill of damp stone clings to the skin. Torches flicker feebly against the oppressive gloom, casting dancing shadows that seem to writhe and twist like specters in the night.
Chains dangle ominously from the low ceiling, their rusty links clinking softly with each sway, a haunting melody that echoes through the cavernous chamber. Some still bear the marks of their former occupants, worn and tarnished from years of use, while others lie abandoned, their purpose long forgotten in the depths of time.
Amidst the darkness, the scuttling of tiny feet can be heard—the telltale sign of the dungeon's most common inhabitants. Rats, their beady eyes gleaming with feral intelligence, dart in and out of the shadows, their sharp claws scraping against the cold stone floor as they search for scraps of sustenance in this desolate place.
Here, in this dank and dismal realm, time seems to stand still, each moment stretching into eternity as the weight of despair settles upon the soul like a heavy cloak. It is a place of nightmares, where the walls whisper tales of suffering and torment, and the very air seems to pulse with malevolent energy.
But amidst the darkness, there lingers a faint glimmer of hope—a reminder that even in the deepest depths of despair, the human spirit is resilient, and light can still be found in the darkest of places.
Prompt: A sad and broken "rusty dented service robot" is sitting on a stone holding broken metal gears in its hands; perfect anatomically correct rusty hands, perfect anatomically correct rusty feet, mixed media collage, textured, layered, assemblage, inspired by Brian Viveros and Esao Andrews, elements of kintsugi on the edges of the gears with a gold and oxidized copper patina, backdrop of weeds and beer cans interspersed with paper trash and subtle bokeh effects, the entire composition exuding an aura of grief and loss, with an intense focus on texture, dynamic pose capturing despair. unframed. strong earthy colors.
Prompt: Immortalize a portrait rendered in stone texture, showcasing a redhead beauty donned in a wide-rimmed hat laden with flowers, her realistic dreamy eyes, detailed and clear, glistening beneath long, seductive lashes. Garbed in a silk, transparent dress adorned with sparkling sequin, an art deco masterpiece by legendary artists that include vlop, Victo Ngai, Annigoni, Milo Manara, Botticelli, Catrin Welz-Stein, Jean Metzinger, Gustav Klimt. Perfect eyes, Perfect face, earrings, flowers, mixed media collage, textured, layered, assemblage, inspired by Brian Viveros and Esao Andrews, elements of kintsugi with a gold and oxidized copper patina, backdrop of tumbleweeds and cacti interspersed with delicate flowers and subtle bokeh effects, embossed foil relief, highly detailed, hyper detailed. Watercolor and ink splatter, dynamic pose, high definition, crisp quality
Prompt: A winter scene, a beautiful tree with all white bark and vibrant crimson red leaves stands in the snow near a mountain. A face made of wood is part of the tree bark. Two figures stand looking at the tree dressed in long coats made of black fur. They are wearing boots and wool hats.
Prompt: "Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes"
Prompt: Interior of a garden shed, a rake, a shovel, other tools, and an old picture hangs crookedly on one wall, there are shelves upon which sit dusty old cardboard boxes, there is an old baseball glove and bat, an old trophy, colorful plant pots and other personal effects. There is a medium-sized, rough-hewn wooden crate with some cracks, and one corner of the top has a loose nail, and an impossibly bright fluorescent light is leaking from all the cracks. Focused, intense colorful lighting, Jaroslaw Jasnikowski, Edward Hopper, Michael Whelan, Rembrandt, 128K, UHD, award-winning AI art, vivid, extreme 3D render, 3D shading, 3D shadowing, volumetric lighting, Trending on Artstation
Prompt: Fantasy oil painting. A gorgeous girl named Luna is wearing blue transparent glasses and she is in her special garden called the Heavenly Garden (full figure shown), a place where dazzling shining twinkling warm sky stars grow from the grass, twinkling stars of various sizes.
Very magical, warm, amber light. By Jean-Baptiste Monge and John Atkinson Grimshaw.
Luna walks through the garden, and every time she touches ethereal star, a story unfolds for her. She hears tales of bravery, love, adventures, and magic. The Celestial Garden is a luminous oasis of tranquility for every dreamer.
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.
