Prompt: Victorian-inspired floating city, greenhouse architecture, intricate ironwork, glass domes, lush hanging gardens, ornate details, propellers, colorful hot air balloons, suspended above crystal-clear blue waters, aerial view of tropical landscape, palm trees, exotic flora, vibrant colors, detailed illustration, realistic with a touch of fantasy, soft natural lighting, Art Nouveau influence, Art Deco elements, by Studio Ghibli, high resolution, Artstation.
Prompt: Imagine a devilish mask, inspired by the aesthetics of traditional African masks. This mask combines mystical and eerie elements with a fascinatingly human component. The mask's eyes appear strikingly human, with a deep, piercing intensity that stares directly into the viewer's consciousness. Every detail of the eyes, from the glossy iris to the finely drawn veins, reinforces the impression of unsettling realism.
The mask itself is richly decorated and crafted from dark wood covered with intricate carvings. These depictions include both traditional voodoo symbols and new, imaginative elements that tell a story of power and magic. Colorful accents in bright red, deep black, and mysterious gray give the mask a dark yet intriguing aura. Patterns reminiscent of tears or flames are applied around the eyes, symbolizing the intense emotions the mask is meant to capture.
The background of the image is equally meticulously crafted. It depicts a deep and unfathomable night sky, crisscrossed by a web of interwoven branches of bare trees. This creates an atmosphere that is both threatening and inviting. In the distance, perhaps as part of a hazy, dreamlike landscape, the outline of an old, abandoned hut can be seen, whispering stories of secret voodoo ceremonies.
This mask and its background are not merely artistic representations, but also expressions of a deep cultural narrative that captures the power and mystery of voodoo, transporting the viewer to a world beyond everyday reality.
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Prompt: Create a hyper-detailed portrait of a small, quirky woodland dweller named Brammelroot, an ancient gnome and collector of time spores. He's only about knee-high, with a hunched back and gnarled hands like old root twigs. His weather-beaten face is creased with deep wrinkles from which tiny mushrooms sprout—little glowing mycelia growing in his scrubby, mossy beard. On his head, he wears an old cap made of lichen and acorn shells, from which an occasional cap mushroom dangles. His clothing is made of stitched bark leather, old leaves, spider webs, and luminous lichen webbing. His pockets sparkle with tiny stars—crystalline spores that glow in the dark like sparks of memory. On his back, he carries a web of spider silk in which strange mushrooms rest: some whisper in their sleep, others emit light or, when touched, reveal shadowy images of past lives. The scene takes place in a dim, damp forest—glowing mushrooms, bioluminescent ferns, and breathing tree trunks with mossy eyes grow everywhere. The ground is soft, misty, almost alive. Behind Brammelwort, the air ripples with old thoughts, while unseen voices murmur between the mushroom caps. Style: enchanted, organic, rich in detail, slightly morbid with luminous magic. Lighting: dim with point light sources (mushrooms, spores, stars).
In the style of: Brian Froud and Paul Bonner (for gnome-like figures and organic textures) with slight influences from Studio Ghibli.
Prompt: Create a poetically dreamy, hyper-detailed portrait of a humanoid being from a distant world—known as The Silent Archivist of Qalebrin. Tall and ethereally graceful, the being's pearly skin seems to shimmer in the soft light, crisscrossed with flowing patterns of misty gray, lunar blue, and silver sand. It possesses four calm, deep-gazing eyes with an iridescent sheen like liquid metal, seemingly contemplating both the past and the future. Fine, translucent strands of hair float in gentle arcs around its head—like luminous silk fibers stirred by the winds of forgotten times.
The Archivist wears an intricately woven robe of glassy fibers, crisscrossed by living data veins that glow in faint pulses—like fleeting flashes of memory. In his long fingers rests an ancient data tablet, its edges entwined with shimmering tendrils, as if knowledge itself were growing from within. The surroundings are filled with misty twilight; hundreds of floating glyphs and fleeting characters dance in the air, glowing like fireflies of thought.
The mood is calm, wistful, and mysterious—as if this being were the last keeper of stories that no other being will ever tell again.
Style: melancholic, dreamy, hyper-detailed, full of textural depth, in the style of
Tran Nguyen—combined with elements of James Jean for the flowing ornamentation.
Prompt: A secret, fairytale-like place deep in the forest—surrounded by dense thickets. The library is partially concealed within a fallen tree trunk that arches into a natural archway. Behind them, shelves of roots, covered in moss, contain floating, glowing books. Individual animals—e.g., a reading mouse, a tidying badger, a murmuring owl—are present in the scene. Glowing spores float in the air, warm green light penetrates the canopy. An overgrown lectern stands centrally, upon it an open book with glowing pages. The atmosphere is tranquil, enchanted, poetic—like a literary natural cave full of secrets, in the style of Kay Nielsen.
Prompt: Colorful golden and red wet inks of a dreamy landscape with beautiful trees with lots of lacy figures on black canvas by Lotte Reiniger depicted in the perfect fractal style of Mandelbrot, Julia, Wassily Kandinsky, Alphonse Mucha
Prompt: In the city's heart, where shadows sway,
A titan lies in twilight's gray,
Its glory once a shimmering dream,
Now whispers lost in a muted scream.
Lines that danced in perfect grace,
Now softened by time, a ghostly trace,
The echoes of minds that reached for the skies,
Show us the beauty in decay—where hope never dies.
Fractal symmetries still in repose,
Each curve and edge, a story glows,
Of ambitions fierce, of dreams set high,
Yet humbled by earth, beneath the vast sky.
Transparent whispers of aluminum and wire,
Nano-tech wonders, dreams that inspire,
Yet in this silence, my heart draws near,
To marvel at that which was once held dear.
Dramatic hues and shadows entwine,
Crafted in darkness, yet wondrously fine,
Each linger of light, a haunting caress,
Reveals the paradox of failure and success.
Beneath the vast skies of a forgotten sprawl,
A legacy breathes, a grand tapestry's call,
A Type 3 civilization, bold and unchained,
Returning to sow what ambition had gained.
Oh, beauty emerges from ruin and waste,
In each rusty arch, in every trace,
For within these remnants, the truth doth hum,
That from ashes of greatness, new worlds may come.
So here, let us ponder, let silence ignite,
The awe of creation, the fall and the flight,
For in the heart of this desolate scene,
Lies the pulse of existence, the unsung machine.
Prompt: Colorful golden and red wet inks of a dreamy landscape with beautiful trees with lots of lacy figures on black canvas by Lotte Reiniger depicted in the perfect fractal style of Mandelbrot, Julia, Wassily Kandinsky, Alphonse Mucha
Prompt: In the city's heart, where shadows sway,
A titan lies in twilight's gray,
Its glory once a shimmering dream,
Now whispers lost in a muted scream.
Lines that danced in perfect grace,
Now softened by time, a ghostly trace,
The echoes of minds that reached for the skies,
Show us the beauty in decay—where hope never dies.
Fractal symmetries still in repose,
Each curve and edge, a story glows,
Of ambitions fierce, of dreams set high,
Yet humbled by earth, beneath the vast sky.
Transparent whispers of aluminum and wire,
Nano-tech wonders, dreams that inspire,
Yet in this silence, my heart draws near,
To marvel at that which was once held dear.
Dramatic hues and shadows entwine,
Crafted in darkness, yet wondrously fine,
Each linger of light, a haunting caress,
Reveals the paradox of failure and success.
Beneath the vast skies of a forgotten sprawl,
A legacy breathes, a grand tapestry's call,
A Type 3 civilization, bold and unchained,
Returning to sow what ambition had gained.
Oh, beauty emerges from ruin and waste,
In each rusty arch, in every trace,
For within these remnants, the truth doth hum,
That from ashes of greatness, new worlds may come.
So here, let us ponder, let silence ignite,
The awe of creation, the fall and the flight,
For in the heart of this desolate scene,
Lies the pulse of existence, the unsung machine.
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.
