Prompt: Artist Jean-Baptiste Monge style. A pale-green biomorph humanoid corncob faced corncob-head girl. Fluffy yellow hair and a white Art-Deco dress.
Prompt: A black and white dark surreal full-body vision of a wet-on-wet charcoal and watery oil rendered metal humanoid cybernetic woman, standing in solemn stillness and vast shadows. Her mixed porcelain-toned metallic surface carries a fractured, powdery texture, every fissure etched like veins across her form. From these ruptures, fluid black-and-white wet-on-wet oil textures flow, blending into seams that mimic fractured kintsugi. The seams glint faintly, yet instead of restoration they reveal a hidden lattice of glowing circuitry, tangled black wires, and mechanical fragments woven deep into her body’s core. Her features are sculpted with mechanical precision delicate, feminine, yet mournful. Her hyper-realistic eyes glisten with unflinching depth, tears streaming downward like liquid black ink, each rivulet carving its mark across her pale, fractured surface. She bears no weapon, her power held only in the fragile permanence of her fractured design—a paradox of strength and vulnerability fused into a solitary figure. From the breaks in her chrome skin, gothic weeds, twisted mosses, and wiry vines emerge. Black, brittle roots unfurl in fine-textured detail, dripping with subtle vibrancy, while withered leaves curl and fray at the edges. These invasive organic forms intertwine with exposed cables, fusing into a haunting union of living decay and mechanical lifeblood. They cling to her body as if growing from her ruin, their presence both beautiful and corroded. The scene is steeped in chiaroscuro, dramatic contrasts carving the figure from darkness: shadows fall like weighted curtains, while fleeting light shimmers across fractured metal, exposed circuitry, and the sheen of wilting vegetation. The atmosphere is both ominous and majestic, a balance of decay and grandeur. Every mark is hyper-textured, every surface rendered with cinematic intensity, blending gothic grunge with the cold, unfeeling pulse of cyberpunk machinery. She stands caught between ruin and rebirth, silent beneath storm-churned skies—her presence echoing the biomechanical surrealism of H.R. Giger fused with the intricate linework and haunting ornamentation reminiscent of Aubrey Beardsley.
Prompt: Create highly-detailed textured accentuated dripping oil painting on cracked styled canvas: Heavy rain falling on an Angel crying, her solemn hands covering her face in despair, she is an angelic figure in ragged, tattered and torn long gown, broken feathered wings, contemplative expression, overlooking a bleak devastated cityscape, post-apocalyptic ruins, debris-filled streets, desolate urban landscape, poignant atmosphere, digital fantasy art, hyper-realistic details, ultra-detailed features, emotional depth, a gothic colour palette, dust, mist and destruction, deserted city, artistic masterpiece.
Prompt: Create an abstract surrealist image featuring a side profile of a feminine figure with white porcelain skin tone, visible from the mid-thigh upward. The subject has a toned and slender body shape, with the back elegantly curved and the left arm held against the body, gripping the edge of a textured, flowing garment resembling a dress made of interconnected, hyper-textured red-coloured and turquoise leaves or scales. The figure's face is in profile, serene and contemplative, with soft features, a straight nose, and full lips slightly parted. The facial details are subtly rendered, with shadows defining the eye socket, cheekbone, and jawline. The eye is closed, displaying long lashes. The head is adorned with an explosion of abstract elements, suggestive of dynamic hair or a headdress, that burst outward in an array of fine lines, beads, and splatter-like textures. These elements transition from dense, branch-like structures near the head to sparser, more dispersed particles, evoking a sense of movement, all set against a warm, splashback gradient background transitioning from dark crimson at the top left to a soft yellow golden hue to the bottom right, encapsulating the figure in a blend of warm tones.
Prompt: " creat an old Masters oil painting, of a Redhead beauty Aphrodite with pale skin in the style of the birth of Venus reclining in stream of water surrounded by wild flowers Photograph by royo"
Prompt: An icy world, full of sparkling icicles, swirling snow, icicles hang from barren trees, wind howls and drifts snow around. A lone figure, seen from behind, in a black cloak, head covered with a hood, no face visible, stands forlorn in the icy wilderness.
Prompt: Black bear hugging Polar bear on left side of frame with a fun house window view into the room containing the bears and a man looking at the window and seeing a Panda formed by bears mix together. Noir scene feel with neon lights around the mirror frames.
Charming Historic Building in Donetsk XIX-th Century
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1536 X 1536
(2.36 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A mixed-media picture of XIX-th century industrial Donetsk city (Jousofka), created in the style of Bohdan Pylypiv — combining pyrography with delicate watercolor accents. The main outlines and facial features are rendered with fine woodburned lines, rich in sepia, grey, brown and blue tones and texture, pastel colors
Prompt: Somewhere between falling in love and eternity, I forgot the color of her eyes. After three thousand years of longing, I finally realized that I cannot change the world. On the contrary, with each longing, the world changed me. Those nine and a half weeks that we were together meant more than all the wonders of the world combined with a pilgrimage to the seventh heaven. I felt this only when I rewatched it on 8 mm. Of course, I could have understood it earlier if I had wished to learn to read between the lines of the Divine Comedy, or if I had heeded the hints from Faust. I would have heard the sound of the music of myths and perceived the resonance of countless tragedies, where matter simply transitions from one form to another, but I desired to see something greater in this, grading it like a movie on a ten-point scale, based on my impression, pathetic morals, and the mood of the moment.
Prompt: Oil on canvas, medium-sized paint strokes. The illustration, a minimalist approach, depicts a mighty willow tree on a small island, its branches twisted to one side by a strong wind. In the foreground is also a woman with long amber hair, dressed casually, expressing worry and sadness, crouched next to the willow trunk, her knees up and her head in her hands. The overall aesthetic is sombre, using yellow-green, grey, and beige hues on a white background, with subtle hints of a strong wind—a minimalist approach, windy day.
Prompt: A majestic, dreamlike metropolis with a twisted, upside-down landscape, where citizens made of clouds drift aimlessly, while skyscrapers and buildings appeared to be crafted from concentrated, moisture-less clouds, amidst a whimsical chessboard-inspired cathedral. The surface of the cathedral's black squares seem to melt into the void, like dark, liquid glass, pulling reality sucked into their depths. Conversely, the white squares burst forth with vibrant, Shakespearean cherubs and eccentric surrealism, replete with elegantly fluid, endless curves. Vibrant colors of scarlet reds, Pacific blues, oranges and browns intermingle and swirl, infused with an ethereal light reminiscent of vistas painted by Ash Thorp, Android Jones, SK, and Simon Stalenhag.
Prompt: The rhythm of life: There's no one else who needs to know. She tells herself, oh Memories back when she was bold and strong and waiting for the world to come along. Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone. A masterful charcoal and wet on wet ink rendering unveils an elegant biomechanical hyper-realistic woman, captured mid-performance. Her slender torso merges seamlessly with the resonant body of a cello, forged from polished obsidian and adorned with luminous silver filigree. Delicate limbs formed of brass and bone clockwork extend with poised precision, while translucent tubes glow faintly with amber light, echoing the rhythm of living veins. She sits with her legs wrapped around the cello motionless on a desolate, darkened stage, her figure isolated beneath a single dramatic spotlight. The visual language evokes the anatomical precision of a lost Leonardo da Vinci study entwined with the grotesque refinement of H.R. Giger. Intricate cross-hatching, exquisite chiaroscuro, and meticulous detail elevate the sketch into a haunting fusion of art and machinery.
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.