Prompt: In the depths of a mystical realm, behold the aged visage of a fantasy witch, her countenance weathered by the passage of centuries. Her skin, textured like the bark of ancient trees, bears the hues of a swampy morass, suffused with hints of sickly green. Deep within the crevices of her face lie eyes of yellowed gold, sunken beneath heavy lids that droop with the weight of arcane wisdom. Sparse strands of white hair, long and unkempt, cascade haphazardly around her face and hood, framing features twisted by the passage of time.
Her nose, prominent and crooked, casts a shadow over her wide, gaping mouth, revealing irregular teeth stained with the passage of countless ages. Behind the facade of wrinkles and age, her expression hints at an intensity born of ancient knowledge or perhaps a malevolence yet unseen. Enshrouded in a tattered, dark gray hood, its fabric worn thin by the ravages of time, intricate patterns whisper of forgotten origins, hinting at the depths of her power.
Bony fingers, gnarled and twisted like the roots of gnarled trees, extend toward the viewer, their swollen knuckles testament to the wielder of untold magic. Elongated nails, caked with dirt and grime, speak of a life spent delving into the darkest corners of existence. In one hand, she holds a simple bowl, its contents smoldering with an otherworldly fire, wisps of smoke curling upwards like serpents dancing in the gloom.
Behind her, the background fades into a blur of indistinct shapes, suggesting the depths of a dimly lit cave or the shadows of a murky forest. Here, where light struggles to penetrate the veil of darkness, the witch's presence looms large, her aura suffusing the air with an aura of ancient mystery and forbidden knowledge.
Prompt: In the depths of a mystical realm, behold the aged visage of a fantasy witch, her countenance weathered by the passage of centuries. Her skin, textured like the bark of ancient trees, bears the hues of a swampy morass, suffused with hints of sickly green. Deep within the crevices of her face lie eyes of yellowed gold, sunken beneath heavy lids that droop with the weight of arcane wisdom. Sparse strands of white hair, long and unkempt, cascade haphazardly around her face and hood, framing features twisted by the passage of time.
Her nose, prominent and crooked, casts a shadow over her wide, gaping mouth, revealing irregular teeth stained with the passage of countless ages. Behind the facade of wrinkles and age, her expression hints at an intensity born of ancient knowledge or perhaps a malevolence yet unseen. Enshrouded in a tattered, dark gray hood, its fabric worn thin by the ravages of time, intricate patterns whisper of forgotten origins, hinting at the depths of her power.
Bony fingers, gnarled and twisted like the roots of gnarled trees, extend toward the viewer, their swollen knuckles testament to the wielder of untold magic. Elongated nails, caked with dirt and grime, speak of a life spent delving into the darkest corners of existence. In one hand, she holds a simple bowl, its contents smoldering with an otherworldly fire, wisps of smoke curling upwards like serpents dancing in the gloom.
Behind her, the background fades into a blur of indistinct shapes, suggesting the depths of a dimly lit cave or the shadows of a murky forest. Here, where light struggles to penetrate the veil of darkness, the witch's presence looms large, her aura suffusing the air with an aura of ancient mystery and forbidden knowledge.
Prompt: A sad and broken "rusty dented service robot" is playing a banjo. He is sitting on a stone in a vacant field, next to an old rusted car, perfect anatomically correct rusty hands, perfect anatomically correct rusty feet, textured, inspired by Brian Viveros and Esao Andrews, elements of kintsugi on the edges of the gears with a gold and oxidized copper patina, backdrop of a broken piano, rusty drum set, and backlit scrub grass. The scene is illuminated by a signet ring eclipse with solar flares in a dark featureless sky. the entire composition exuding an aura of grief and loss.
Prompt: A sad and broken "rusty dented service robot" is playing a banjo. He is sitting on a stone in a vacant field, next to an old rusted car, perfect anatomically correct rusty hands, perfect anatomically correct rusty feet, textured, inspired by Brian Viveros and Esao Andrews, elements of kintsugi on the edges of the gears with a gold and oxidized copper patina, backdrop of a broken piano, rusty drum set, and backlit scrub grass. The scene is illuminated by a signet ring eclipse with solar flares in a dark featureless sky. the entire composition exuding an aura of grief and loss.
Prompt: In the depths of a mystical realm, behold the aged visage of a fantasy witch, her countenance weathered by the passage of centuries. Her skin, textured like the bark of ancient trees, bears the hues of a swampy morass, suffused with hints of sickly green. Deep within the crevices of her face lie eyes of yellowed gold, sunken beneath heavy lids that droop with the weight of arcane wisdom. Sparse strands of white hair, long and unkempt, cascade haphazardly around her face and hood, framing features twisted by the passage of time.
Her nose, prominent and crooked, casts a shadow over her wide, gaping mouth, revealing irregular teeth stained with the passage of countless ages. Behind the facade of wrinkles and age, her expression hints at an intensity born of ancient knowledge or perhaps a malevolence yet unseen. Enshrouded in a tattered, dark gray hood, its fabric worn thin by the ravages of time, intricate patterns whisper of forgotten origins, hinting at the depths of her power.
Bony fingers, gnarled and twisted like the roots of gnarled trees, extend toward the viewer, their swollen knuckles testament to the wielder of untold magic. Elongated nails, caked with dirt and grime, speak of a life spent delving into the darkest corners of existence. In one hand, she holds a simple bowl, its contents smoldering with an otherworldly fire, wisps of smoke curling upwards like serpents dancing in the gloom.
Behind her, the background fades into a blur of indistinct shapes, suggesting the depths of a dimly lit cave or the shadows of a murky forest. Here, where light struggles to penetrate the veil of darkness, the witch's presence looms large, her aura suffusing the air with an aura of ancient mystery and forbidden knowledge.
Prompt: Illustrate a contemporary city facility with a lush green rooftop garden (with a hammock, a parasol), on the top of an Artdeco Solarpunk wood crafted bio skyscraper with a hanging garden facade, inhabited by Aliens
Prompt: one white dog with pink ears and a green nose, one greyhound with a blue collar and gray fur, in a whimsical cartoon style, slightly confused look on their faces, shades of blue abstract background, an oil painting, cute, funny
Prompt: create an image in black and white with a 1930's flavour, a good looking character. Create an image with a vintage noir depicting two characters, a priest and a Demonic Nun, sitting opposite each other in an office with a panoramic view of a city skyline. The setting is night-time with a large, full moon illuminating a cloudy sky and silhouettes of bats flying against the light of the moon. The skyline features iconic skyscrapers reminiscent of New York City, and the Empire State Building is notably present.
The male priest character on the left is dressed in priest robes, wearing round sunglasses and showing a classic side-parted hair style. He has sharp facial features with a defined jawline, and is gesturing towards the center of the desk with one hand while holding a document in the other. His expression is serious and investigative
The female character a nun on the right wears a nuns habit and has shoulder-length dark hair styled in waves, with a prominent side part. Her facial features are strong with a bold brow and red lips; she exudes a sense of confident intelligence. She rests one arm on the table, while her hand supports her chin, portraying a thoughtful pose.
The office contains a desk in the center, cluttered with paperwork, a microscope, coffee mugs, and pens. A single desk lamp hangs from the ceiling, casting a focused light on the table and creating a dramatic contrast with the shadows around suggesting a sense of mystery and suspense.
Prompt: "A dark alluring fantasy eccentric, a portrait of an irresistible magnetic beauty of a dark fairy girl with expressive hyperrealistic reflective eyes in gothic style clothing, style dark fantasy, surrounded by human skulls and bones. v3, bare shoulders, painted in gloomy gothic art in the style Tara Donovan"
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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