Prompt: A haunting portrait of a spectral figure emerging from a canvas awash in crimson and indigo ink, their ethereal form dissolving into the swirling chaos, reminiscent of a fractured psyche. Jagged shards of a shattered mirror pierce through the inky depths, reflecting distorted glimpses of reality. The style is inspired by Alberto Seveso, Carne Griffiths, and Tim Burton, with a blend of oil painting and 3D rendering, high contrast, and fantastical horror aesthetics. Ultra-fine details, dramatic volumetric lighting, and a sharp focus enhance the unsettling atmosphere, capturing the essence of a nightmare made manifest.
Prompt: You've woken up the demon in me.
Schizotypal Personality Disorder,
Psychosis,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
Anxiety,
Social Phobia,
Addiction,
Depression,
Dissociative Identity Disorder,
Prompt: You've woken up the demon in me.
Schizotypal Personality Disorder,
Psychosis,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
Anxiety,
Social Phobia,
Addiction,
Depression,
Dissociative Identity Disorder,
Prompt: A majestic Earth Dragon emerging from a lush, ancient forest, its scales a mosaic of rich emerald and deep brown, blending seamlessly with the surrounding moss and stone. Its massive, gnarled wings are adorned with vines and gem-like crystals that shimmer in the dappled sunlight. The dragon's eyes glow with an amber hue, exuding wisdom and primal strength, as it stands atop a jagged cliff overlooking a sprawling valley. The scene is vibrant yet grounded, with roots and earth tendrils coiling around its claws, connecting it to the heartbeat of the planet. Cinematic lighting, hyper-detailed, fantasy realism, 8K resolution.
Prompt: You've woken up the demon in me.
Schizotypal Personality Disorder,
Psychosis,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
Anxiety,
Social Phobia,
Addiction,
Depression,
Dissociative Identity Disorder,
Prompt: I remembered black skies
The lightning all around me
I remembered each flash
As time began to blur
Like a startling sign
That fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross
The distance in your eyes
Give me reason
To fill this hole
Connect this space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide
There was nothing in sight
But memories left abandoned
There was nowhere to hide
The ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in
Between where we were standing
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross
The distance in your eyes
Across this new divide
In every loss, in every lie
In every truth that you'd deny
And each regret, and each goodbye
Was a mistake too great to hide
And your voice was all I heard
That I get what I deserve
So give me reason
To prove me wrong
To wash this memory clean
Let the floods cross
The distance in your eyes
Give me reason
To fill this hole
Connect this space between
Let it be enough to reach the truth that lies
Across this new divide
Across this new divide
Across this new divide
Prompt: You've woken up the demon in me.
Schizotypal Personality Disorder,
Psychosis,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
Anxiety,
Social Phobia,
Addiction,
Depression,
Dissociative Identity Disorder,
(copper dark, dark red, ice, colors)
Prompt: You've woken up the demon in me.
Schizotypal Personality Disorder,
Psychosis,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
Anxiety,
Social Phobia,
Addiction,
Depression,
Dissociative Identity Disorder,
Prompt: You've woken up the demon in me.
Schizotypal Personality Disorder,
Psychosis,
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder,
Anxiety,
Social Phobia,
Addiction,
Depression,
Dissociative Identity Disorder,
Prompt: The Pyre Empress, a majestic female supervillain with a commanding humanoid figure, cloaked in swirling crimson and gold flames, wearing intricately forged molten obsidian armor with glowing ember cracks, her blazing eyes and smoldering volcanic rock circlet radiating power. She stands in a scorched volcanic wasteland, flanked by two towering ash golems with crumbling, reforming forms, their silhouettes framing her against glowing lava pools and blackened rock spires. The sky swirls with fiery storm clouds, casting dramatic cinematic lighting. Ultra-detailed, epic fantasy art style, hyper-realistic textures, vibrant fiery palette with deep blacks and molten oranges, 8K resolution, inspired by Zdzisław Beksiński and Brom.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic a menacing creature with a humanoid face, drenched in rain. The creature has a grotesque, organic texture with root-like tendrils and veins protruding from its skin, giving it a decayed, bark-like appearance. Its piercing blue eyes glow with an eerie intensity, and its expression is a mix of anger and fear, with gritted teeth visible. The background is a dark, misty forest with a blue-gray color palette, enhancing the ominous atmosphere. Water droplets should be visibly streaming down its face and body, adding to the wet, slick look.
analogous colors, color corrected, gothic art, horror, photorealism, hyperdetailed, intricate, photorealistic, hyperrealism
Prompt: The Pyre Empress, a majestic female supervillain with a commanding humanoid figure, cloaked in swirling crimson and gold flames, wearing intricately forged molten obsidian armor with glowing ember cracks, her blazing eyes and smoldering volcanic rock circlet radiating power. She stands in a scorched volcanic wasteland, flanked by two towering ash golems with crumbling, reforming forms, their silhouettes framing her against glowing lava pools and blackened rock spires. The sky swirls with fiery storm clouds, casting dramatic cinematic lighting. Ultra-detailed, epic fantasy art style, hyper-realistic textures, vibrant fiery palette with deep blacks and molten oranges, 8K resolution, inspired by Zdzisław Beksiński and Brom.
Prompt: I have come curiously close to the end, though
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole
Defeated, I concede and move closer
I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness
How pitiful
It's calling me (calling me)
It's calling me (calling me)
It's calling me (calling me)
It's calling me
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret, a confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
The source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting
And as I pull my head out, I am without one doubt
Don't want to be down here serving my narcissism, I
Must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away (pine away)
Before I pine away (pine away)
Before I pine away (pine away)
Before I pine away
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
And leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable
So let the light touch you, so that the words spill through
And let the past break through, bringing out our hope and reason
Before we pine away (pine away)
Before we pine away (pine away)
Before we pine away (pine away)
Before we pine away
Prompt: Sigrid, the hyper realistic Ice Demon, haunts the ice. Once a woman who vanished a century ago while searching for her lost family during a brutal storm, Sigrid is now a pale, gaunt figure with frost-covered skin and piercing, icy eyes, her horns and claws are made of ice. Her breath forms clouds of freezing mist, and with a gesture, she can summon sharp ice shards or chilling winds to ward off intruders. Clad in thin, revealing clothing she moves silently, her presence marked by an unnatural cold that numbs the body.
Prompt: Sigrid, the hyper realistic Ice Demon, haunts the ice. Once a woman who vanished a century ago while searching for her lost family during a brutal storm, Sigrid is now a pale, gaunt figure with frost-covered skin and piercing, icy eyes, her horns and claws are made of ice. Her breath forms clouds of freezing mist, and with a gesture, she can summon sharp ice shards or chilling winds to ward off intruders. Clad in thin, revealing clothing she moves silently, her presence marked by an unnatural cold that numbs the body.
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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