Prompt: LOTR battle scene, highly detailed, action, add random face portraits of the main characters, add depth, add 3d illlusion effect, add 3d volume effect, add 3d layer effect, add 3D popout effect
Prompt: Paisley woven throughout,
Dark sinister storm clouds rolling in, Paisley designs in grays, blues, blacks, paisley ripples in the foreground, like waves lapping the shoreline, deep purple paisley clouds on the horizon
Prompt: As much as possible preserving the style, color tone and subject matter of the original image.
Space street. Science fiction and cyberpunk.
A tapering, very very far away, long street going into the distance.
More houses, going into the distance, which have overhanging floors. In places, windows glow. At the bottom of the houses are arches, with an interior space.
In the distance are large and elaborate houses.
In the middle of the street there is only one tramway with a single tramway and roads only for cars on the sides and sidewalks only for people under the houses,
going into the distance.
More people, too, going into the distance.
Prompt: Epic cinematic ink painting, secret treehouse, forgotten hideout in the deep forest, a place to dream together, summer love, ancient otherworldy jungle, magical fog and lush plants
Prompt: Capri Italia. Style by Jean-Baptiste Monge and Joseph McGurl, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality, in sunshine
Prompt: Year 1800. The most gorgeous small stream through a gorgeous cosy small village in Moldova. Clouds. Watercolour. Surrealism. High contrast. Gorgeous nature. Wild flowers
Prompt: many broken ships, many abandoned ships, steep cliffs, rusty hulks, seagulls, sky in the clouds, art by Iryna Yermolova, by Cecily Brown, by Geof Darrow, intricate details, multicolor
Prompt: H.R. Giger 3 small Híbridybrib half alien half humans inspired by the work of HR Giger , industrial city, apocalyptic scenario, dark cloud, mud floor , rain ,
Prompt: many broken ships, many abandoned ships, steep cliffs, rusty hulks, seagulls, sky in the clouds, art by Iryna Yermolova, by Cecily Brown, by Geof Darrow, intricate details, multicolor
Prompt: many broken ships, many abandoned ships, steep cliffs, rusty hulks, seagulls, sky in the clouds, art by Iryna Yermolova, by Cecily Brown, by Geof Darrow, intricate details, multicolor
Prompt: Magical place with fountain with luminous and flowing water, legendary, mystical, magnificent, precious, luminous particles swirling in the air.
Prompt: As an artist and poet, I would describe the Akasha as a place of ethereal beauty, where the boundaries between time and space fade away, and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls, and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes worth of memories.
The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues, painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinite expressions of the soul. In the distance, one can see the glimmer of a temple, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens. The temple is said to house the Akashic Records, the collective consciousness of all that has ever been and all that will be.
Prompt: As an artist and poet, I would describe the Akasha as a place of ethereal beauty, where the boundaries between time and space fade away, and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls, and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes worth of memories.
The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues, painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinite expressions of the soul. In the distance, one can see the glimmer of a temple, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens. The temple is said to house the Akashic Records, the collective consciousness of all that has ever been and all that will be.
Prompt: As an artist and poet, I would describe the Akasha as a place of ethereal beauty, where the boundaries between time and space fade away, and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls, and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes worth of memories.
The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues, painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinite expressions of the soul. In the distance, one can see the glimmer of a temple, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens. The temple is said to house the Akashic Records, the collective consciousness of all that has ever been and all that will be.
Prompt: As an artist and poet, I would describe the Akasha as a place of ethereal beauty, where the boundaries between time and space fade away, and the mind is free to roam amidst a sea of radiant light. The air is thick with the fragrance of wisdom and the whispers of ancient souls, and the ground is soft and plush with the accumulation of lifetimes worth of memories.
The sky is a canvas of vibrant hues, painted by the infinite possibilities of creation and the infinite expressions of the soul. In the distance, one can see the glimmer of a temple, its towering spires reaching towards the heavens. The temple is said to house the Akashic Records, the collective consciousness of all that has ever been and all that will be.
Prompt: Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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.