Prompt: A majestic female figure with an ethereal and serene expression, her skin adorned in various shades of vibrant turquoise. Her head is crowned with an intricate and fiery orange headdress resembling a fractal pattern that radiates from her head. Surrounding her are symmetrical, ornate golden embellishments and patterns that swirl and twine, suggesting an aura of mystical energy. Delicate golden filigree tattoos cover her arms and chest, blending seamlessly into her skin. The background is a mirror image on either side, further emphasizing the symmetry and otherworldly nature of the composition. The overall effect is one of a divine or supernatural being, radiating with power and elegance.
Prompt: A mysterious figure cloaked in a flowing robe stands in an enchanting garden filled with lush greenery and fantastical mushrooms. The figure, shrouded in a hood, cradles a small plant in their hands. Surrounding them are intricate patterns of grass and moss, alongside whimsical, oversized mushrooms. In the background, a futuristic archway leads to a cosmic landscape with planets visible in the sky. The scene is illuminated with a soft, ethereal glow, creating an atmosphere of serene magic and otherworldly beauty.
Prompt: In a dreamlike tableau, a vast expanse of sand stretches beneath a sky swirling with tempestuous hues, where a colossal emerald crystal juts from the earth on the left, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. At the heart of this sandy canvas, a striking frog adorned in a tapestry of crimson and ebony rests upon a weathered stone, its gaze fixed upon a delicate white bloom, kissed by soft pink edges and crowned with golden filaments. To the right, a timeless mermaid, her form entwined with the rugged shoreline, seems to whisper secrets to the crashing waves that rage against the jagged cliffs in the distance. Above this enchanting chaos, a fantastical dragon with wings of vibrant orange dances through the air, weaving between the clouds as if painting the very essence of whimsy across the stormy backdrop.
Prompt: "Image of a "man and woman" [action pose] [kung-fu fighting] while wearing flight suits, Full body shot [from head to toe]",
'Background image is of space {stars, galaxies, nebula, asteroids, spaceships}'
Astronaut and Groundhog in a Starry Battle(Prairie Dog Space 2)
Model:
Z-Image Turbo
Size:
1280 X 960
(1.23 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Characters: A photo realistic Woman with silver blond hair, thin frame, in blue spacesuit based on a flight suit with thin red stripes, no helmet but is made to accommodate one, action pose, two futuristic hand guns in her hands. Alien: photo realistic prairie-dog-like alien, 1 meter height, medium frame, green flight suit with yellow stripes, welding tool lit with a blue and red flame tip. Environment: Gold disk platform with etched design like circuit board traces. place a floating city skyline silhouette behind everything, no land , no water, no cloud no sky. Technical: place a stunning starfield in the background, zoom out and center on the gold disk to include a full shot of all objects for a wide full-body shot of everything, extra space around subjects.
Aspect Ratio: landscape-wide
Prompt: A realistic photo of the interior of a hammam that appears to be a fusion of a traditional Moroccan riad and a Swedish-inspired jacuzzi. White walls with bands of blue and turquoise Moroccan ceramic tiles. A small dark teak object (a pot, a brush, etc.). Multicolored striped towels. A chic, summery atmosphere. Large windows left slightly ajar, offering a view of the oceanfront landscape.
Prompt: ((crystal clear water dripping from a vine leaf)), which behind has spectacular colors merging together in a riot of imaginary wanderlust, by deep dream generator, ai, artificial intelligence, neural networking server
Prompt: Man in unreality. Ectoplasmic abstract patterns. Microcosm. Penetrating gaze as seen through his eyes. Illustration in purple, black, and white.
Prompt: Male figures. Totentanz. Macabre. When the darkness arrives. Line drawing with transparent watercolors. Blue, black, and purple. Drawing in illustrative style of Michael Heinrich Rentz
Prompt: Year 1737. Spring. The most gorgeous beautiful surreal landscape with gorgeous nature. Foggy multicolour background. Small gravel stream. Gorgeous forest far away. Aquarelle painting. High contrast. Wet on wet watercolour
Prompt: Path through a magic lake in a parallel universe. Fantastic. Night. Autumn. Gorgeous. Mangific. By jean baptiste monge & Jacob van Ruisdael. High contrast. Wet on wet watercolour
Prompt: Old landscape with forest. Aquarelle. Medieval style. Mysterious and dramatic background. Dark sky. High contrast. Wet on wet watercolour. The most insanely beautiful gorgeous landscape
Prompt: View from a hill to the village. Winter. Year 1870. There is a lonely tree on the hill. There is a river between the hill and the village. There is a forest far away. Night. The village is surrounded by a wooden wall.
Prompt: The most insanely gorgeous intricated lanscape with small gravel stream, a lake, gorgeous nature, breautiful flowers, a forest far away, dramatic atmosphere, high contrast, wet on wet watercolour, by jean baptiste monge, sad atmosphere. The sunrise is seen just a little bit by a clif far away
Prompt: Gorgeous castle in an ancient town overgrown with flowers and greenery. Night. Start. beautiful sky. Moon. Old medieval style painting. The castle has many layers. It is a little bit old. There is a river near the town and a forest seen far away. Near the castle there is a smaller tower which was used for defence. Highly detailed. Watercolor masterpiece. There are stairs.
Prompt: A spectral water spirit, its form woven from moonlight and mist, emerges from a derelict, overgrown garden. Ancient train tracks, half-swallowed by moss and vines, lead towards a horizon where the stars bleed into the earth. The scene is bathed in ethereal, cinematic lighting, emphasizing the serene yet melancholic beauty of nature reclaiming the man-made. Highly detailed concept art style, dark fantasy.
Prompt: every appetite had its price, and every price its servant. There Azzuri walked, pale as moonlight spilled upon marble, a part of the tapestry yet apart from it: a pale thread in a cloth of bronze and shadow.
He was young — not yet the weathered veteran of many winters — yet already stamped with the doom of his calling. In other lands lads of his age wore sword and mail and went forth to taste the first red heat of battle. Azzuri never knew such a fate.
Slim he was, but not wasted. His limbs were lithe and curved like the dancer’s, not knotted with the blunt muscle of the spearman. There was a grace in the way his shoulders sloped and his ribs tightened, a catlike poise that belonged to one who moves to music and the measured weight of coin. He stood as tall as those who bore blades, but his shape read softer; to the cursory eye he might be mistaken for a girl — and in that mistake lay much of his market.
What made him uncanny was the color of him. In the sun-streaked lanes where the bazaar people browned to many shades of tan and olive, Azzuri was nearly porcelain white. Not the pallor of death, but the delicate bloom of living marble — a skin that took the light like sifted milk and flushed faintly with pink. Upon that whiteness, in precise, unsettling places, blossomed rose-colored dots the size of a thumb. One shy dot above each eyebrow, like twin rubies set in a crown; three beneath each eye, placed as if by a jeweler’s hand; a scatter along the backs of his forearms; another fan of them across the lower curve of his belly. They were no disease, nor the markings of any tribe known to the caravans — they were birthmarks that read like a language, and men whispered that they were the mark of lovers or of cults. Whatever the truth, they made him remarkable, and in the market remarkable means profit.
His face was androgynous and freshly wrought — high cheekbones that took blush like a woman, a small, thin nose, and lips like a painted petal. His smile was a practiced warmth, a coin-bright thing that welcomed and disarmed; yet his eyes bored with sorrow. Dark and deep, they were lined with kohl and shadowed by lashes like a courtesan’s. He painted his lids and wore pink that complimented the dots upon his skin; the effect was the artifice of the stage, made permanent. Gold hoops set in each pale ear swung when he moved, catching the lamplight and the eye.
Upon his head lay a pompadour of white hair, full and puffy at the front, falling to a tousled nape as if a cloud had been pressed to the crown and left its imprint. Pale pink flecks marbled the tuft, soft as rose petals strewn on snow. The mass rose and billowed — absurd, boyish, coquettish — a crest that framed his face and made the pale skin seem less fragile, more deliberate.
His dress proclaimed him denizen, not visitor, of the quarter. Around his hips a silk loincloth of pearl-pink clung, the front flap falling past his knees and swinging with each lithe step. At his ankles the six thin bracelets he wore on each leg chimed like a small wind, calling to the unquiet heart. His arms were swathed in diaphanous sleeves of white silk, almost wholly sheer, each bound twice with gold ribbons — once at wrist, once mid-bicep — leaving the shoulders and chest bare to the air and to the eyes. The garment left much to the imagination: feet and legs bared, belly taut and and pale, back and chest a study in tender flesh and scattered rose-dots.
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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