Prompt: Masterpiece, a delicate ink and watercolor wash rendering on rough handmade paper. A beautiful young woman walks along an ocean cliff, her form gracefully captured with a fine, scratching quill pen that creates elegant, flowing lines. Her figure is subtle yet expressive, blending harmoniously with the natural surroundings. Tall wildflowers and grasses sway in the coastal breeze, suggested by soft, irregular ink strokes and delicate splatters that mimic their organic movement. The blue ocean below is rendered in gentle, layered washes of muted azure and seafoam green, its surface textured with fine horizontal lines and subtle splatters to imply movement. The pale blue sky stretches above, achieved through a soft, seamless wash that conveys vast openness. The mood is serene, contemplative, and slightly melancholic, evoking a sense of peaceful solitude and connection to nature. The woman’s presence feels both fleeting and eternal, a quiet moment captured in time. beautiful, award winning, ultra detailed, pastel colors, impressionistic, harmonious, pen and ink, watercolor, elegant, intricate, high definition, crisp quality, graceful, screen-filling size, atmospheric, tasteful.
Prompt: ChatGPT said:
A spirit animal twisted into chaotic forms, its body stitched from shadows and crooked limbs—arranged in a Tim Burton style of eerie whimsy, where odd angles and unsettling charm breathe life into a surreal, gothic companion.
Prompt: Close-up Lilliputian magic micro mini-pixie-elf no bigger than a centimeter sitting just on colossal nose of giant amused old man-scientist face, reflecting in his eyeglasses; oil on canvas fantasy illustration, in style of Alex Hirsch, Miyazaki, "Gravity Falls" cartoon, Book illustration, ink and watercolors, detailed, contrast of little pixie-fairy and colossal environments
Prompt: A gothic bridge surrounded by fog and rain, painting style of van Gogh, John Ruskin, Catrin Welz-Stein, Raymond Briggs., Andy Kehoe. Endre Penovac. , John Piper, Raymond Briggs, lonely person is standing on the bridge, end of the bridge is a cemetary with old gravestones, Wet on wet watercolor, extremely clouds, lost place, old trees, pile of scap, lost area, birds at the sky
Prompt: A young female elf sitting alone on on a stump by the creek in a wild blooming forest. Excellent weather. Exquisite digital art by Thomas Kinkade.
Prompt: A view form a high tower. Only the window and parts of the wall can be seen of the tower. The view is amazing. We are way over the clouds and only peaks of far away mountains are visible. On the peaks, eternal snow is shinning in the distance. It is night but a full moon is enlightening the clouds below. The sky is full of stars.
Prompt: Generate a female cyberpunk/steampunk/synthwave character portrait for a person named Linx the Web Designer who is a player character in a cyberpunk internet setting in a role playing game.
Prompt: "Generate a cyberpunk/steampunk/synthwave character portrait for a person named Proc the Interfacer who is a player character in a cyberpunk pirate setting in a role playing game."
Prompt: Artgem of pursuit of the dark backstreet.
Art of suburbian Marseilllen houses in background. Mid pages open comic book consist of one beautiful pale skin purplish Moulen rouge brunette stunning young woman enjoys her hands up dance in motion instant shot in front of crowded fibonacci measured body spectators at a classical suburbian town landscape. Artgem. Trending on artstation. One third rule. Joyyy.
Prompt: A dramatic full-body oil painting capturing a woman in a diaphanous, flowing v-neck gown standing amidst towering Pink Pampas Grass that sways subtly around her. Her gaze rests tenderly on a vividly colored butterfly perched atop a grass plume—its black wings stark against jewel-toned blues and oranges, the sole burst of saturated color—and she reaches out her hand to it. Soft, diffused light bathes the scene from above, carving deep, velvety shadows beneath the grass and the folds of her dress while highlighting intricate brushstrokes in her windswept hair and the feathery grass tips. The ethereal composition dissolves into soft edges, emphasizing the delicate, almost whispered connection between figure and insect.
Prompt: A blacklight poster of a fallen divine being covered in dripping colorful patterns, [[influenced by mandelbrot fractals]], in the style of detailed psychedelic landscapes, realistic depiction of light, magewave, distillation of forms, detailed skies, nabis, multilayered dimensions
Prompt: This is about summer in the islands off the coast of Maine: The ledges behind Pumpkin Island are covered with gulls all sitting solemnly faced in the same direction. There is no giggling and cackling as your wake passes the ledge today. This is no time for seabird sense of humor. We're going to have some weather. It's a-comin'. She's gonna blow. With the next turn of the tide.
Prompt: October 12th, 1898.
The Old Girl’s bones are groaning tonight. Thirty years I’ve kept her lamps lit, felt her pulse through the spiral stairs, weathered gales that’d strip paint from iron… but this? This storm’s a different beast. A mad, roaring bastard clawing at the rock since yesterday’s dusk.
It ain’t just the wind – though God knows it screams like a thousand lost souls down the chimney, rattling the very plates in the cupboard. It’s the sea. Never seen water climb like this. Great black mountains heaving themselves against the cliffs, exploding into the sky higher than the lantern room itself. The whole tower shudders with each impact, a deep, sickening thud you feel in your teeth, followed by the deluge – salt spray like gunfire against the thick glass, even up here.
The light… keeping her steady is near killing me. The mechanism whines against the unnatural strain, the gale trying to wrench the lens off its track. Every half-hour, fighting my way down to the service room feels like a war. Leaning into the wind just to stay upright on the catwalk, soaked to the skin in seconds despite the oilskins. Hands raw from hauling fuel, ears ringing constant.
Down in the cottage, the sound… it’s not just noise. It’s a pressure, like the island itself is drowning. The stink of salt and wet stone, the kerosene clinging to everything. Found myself shouting at the kettle just to hear my own voice. Remember ’68? A squall compared to this. This feels… sentient. Hungry. Saw the wreck of the Marianne flash in my mind earlier – saw her bones in the white water churning below the point. Prayed no poor souls are out there tonight. Prayed the light cuts through this filthy murk.
Back up top now. Lamp’s holding. Brass fittings weeping condensation. Hands trembling – age or fear, hard to tell. Glanced at Bella’s old chair. Could have sworn I saw her face in the salt-streaked glass for a second, pale and worried. Told her, silent-like: “Still standing, love. Light’s still burning.”
But Christ Almighty… this storm. It feels like the end of the world trying to batter down our door. Hope dawn finds the island still here. Hope the light was enough. – Silas Crowe
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.
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