Prompt: A hauntingly surreal image of a skeleton blues player performing under the glow of a full moon in an eerie graveyard. The skeleton sits on a weathered tombstone, dressed in a tattered old suit and hat, its hollow eyes fixed downward, lost in the music as it strums an aged guitar. Around him, gnarled, leafless trees cast jagged shadows over the crooked, decaying gravestones scattered throughout the graveyard. Wisps of mist drift around the skeleton’s feet, illuminated by the cold, ghostly moonlight. In the background, faint silhouettes and dimly glowing spirits hover, adding an ethereal, otherworldly presence to the scene. The entire atmosphere is eerie yet soulful, as though the skeleton is playing a lament for the departed.
Prompt: Imagine a surreal scene where a colossal, radiant heart rests gently on a shimmering lake, its surface reflecting the stars of a twilight sky. Emerging from the heart, a beautiful woman with flowing hair that blends into the water’s surface, as if made of liquid silver, gazes serenely at the viewer. Surround her with ethereal flowers that bloom in vibrant colors, their petals dripping like wax. In the background, surreal mountains twist upward, with abstract shapes and shadows dancing across the landscape. Infuse the scene with a dreamlike quality, using soft, fluid lines and vibrant hues, evoking the essence of love and feminine beauty in a Salvador Dalí-inspired style., featuring elements inspired by H. R. Giger and Beksinski. The artwork is vibrant, rich, and highly detailed, capturing the essence of an epic, trending masterpiece on platforms like CGSociety and ArtStation. It possesses an ominous undertone, reminiscent
Prompt: A cheap holiday in other people's misery!
I don't wanna holiday in the sun
I wanna go to new Belsen
I wanna see some history
'Cause now I got a reasonable economy
Now I got a reason, now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
Sensurround sound in a two-inch wall
Well I was waiting for the communist call
I dared to ask for sunshine, and I got World War III
I'm looking over the wall and they're looking at me!
Now I got a reason, now I got a reason
Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting
Now I got a reason
Now I got a reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
They're staring all night and
They're staring all day
I had no reason to be here at all
But now I gotta reason, it's no real reason
And I'm waiting at Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand this thing at all
I'm gonna go over and over the Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
Claustrophobia, there's too much paranoia
There's too many closets, oh, when will we fall?
And now I gotta reason
It's no real reason to be waiting
The Berlin Wall
I gotta go over the Wall
I don't understand this thing at all
It's third rate B-Movie show
Cheap dialogue, cheap essential scenery
I gotta go over the wall
I wanna go over the Berlin Wall
Before me come over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand this bit at all
I'm gonna go over the wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
I'm gonna go over the Berlin Wall
Before me come over the Berlin Wall
I don't understand this thing at all
Please don't be waiting for me
Prompt: Ghost ship with ghost pirates through the seas of fire. Fire spilling onto the floor. Fire on the floor, red fire floating in the air. A big bed between sexy devils. Red clouds on the floor, Red clouds hovering below the ceiling. Surrealism, stormy, magical, dreamscape. Red and black coloration. Fire skulls all around. Jolly roger flag.
Prompt: Semos los colectiveros que cumplimos nuestro deber
No se puede, yo lo siento, ni bajarse ni subir
Con el coche en movimiento no me gusta transigir
Salvo cuando son ancianos los que quieren descender
Que se larguen si son sanos, no me pienso detener
Semos los colectiveros que cumplimos nuestro deber
Plata chica no me queda cuando tengo que cobrar
O me pagan con moneda o se bajan, qué embromar
Eso sí, ante la afrenta de pagarme con diez mil
En monedas de cincuenta doy el vuelto muy gentil
Semos los colectiveros que cumplimos nuestro deber
Corro siempre, nunca aflojo, con coraje y con valor
Si el semáforo está en rojo, acelero sin temor
Pero no me olvido el freno yendo a gran velocidad
Con el colectivo lleno, qué porrazos de verdad
Semos los colectiveros que cumplimos nuestro deber
Cuando llueve, a la vereda me aproximo servicial
Salpicando con la rueda al que espera ¡soy genial!
Si el asfalto está mojado, paro lejos del cordón
Nunca falta el apurado que se ligue el tropezón
Semos los colectiveros que cumplimos nuestro deber
Semos los colectiveros que cumplimos nuestro deber
Prompt: Envision a nocturnal scene drenched in rich indigo and sapphire tones, where a velvet sky glimmers with countless stars, each a radiant jewel illuminated by a luminous crescent moon. A crystalline pond mirrors the celestial splendor, its surface rippling gently as two ebony swans glide gracefully across it. Beside the pond stands a majestic, gnarled ancient tree, its twisted branches reaching skyward, rendered in vibrant, swirling layers of alcohol ink and lustrous oil paint on a textured canvas, capturing the ethereal beauty of the night.
Prompt: Surreal full-body portrait of a jean-baptiste monge and Salvador Dali (beautiful Roman goddess), ethereal beauty, (in a flowing tunic), engaged in a fierce battle within a Roman circus, giant (surreal snake) coiling around her. Captivating cinematic lighting, (masterpiece) artwork, ultra-detailed, vibrant colors enhance the dramatic atmosphere. Art inspired by (Jean-Baptiste Monge and Waterhouse), strikingly vivid, transporting viewers into a mythological realm of captivating elegance and action.
Prompt: A Bokeh-style ultra HD digital art masterpiece featuring a large, majestic Christmas tree as the centerpiece. The tree is ornately decorated with glowing ornaments and sparkling lights that radiate a magical ambiance. Standing in front of the tree is a gorgeous woman and a handsome man, exuding warmth and affection as they share a tender moment. The background showcases a warmly lit, charming street with intricate filigree details and a flourishing garden surrounding the scene. The setting is enveloped in a dreamy, surreal glow from shimmering lights. The composition follows the golden ratio, creating a balanced and harmonious layout. The artwork is highly detailed, blending the enchanting charm of Jean-Baptiste Monge with the ethereal beauty of Karl Valente. The atmosphere is vibrant, festive, and rich in detail, resembling a cinematic production render and evoking a sense of wonder, holiday magic, and romantic connection.
Prompt: A man and woman are dancing joyfully in the pouring rain, soaked to the skin. The man, in wet formal attire, smiles as he twirls his partner. She, in a flowing, translucent dress with her hair drenched, laughs while gazing up, caught in the thrill of the moment. Raindrops splash around them, and wet pavement reflects their vibrant movement. Dynamic lighting shines down, casting dramatic highlights on them as they dance against a dark, mysterious background, raindrops swirling through the air with each energetic step, capturing a sense of pure joy and the freedom of the rain.
Prompt: In the quiet sanctuary of his bedroom, a young, geeky child sits at his keyboard, fingers gliding over the keys as he loses himself in the music. His room is a true reflection of his curious, scientific mind: the walls are covered with posters of the cosmos, planets, and famous scientists, their bright colors popping against a cozy, softly lit background.
Rows of shelves line the walls, crammed with large, well-worn books that stand next to piles of Rubik's cubes and intricately detailed model airplanes. On his desk, a computer screen displays breathtaking images of outer space—galaxies, nebulas, and faraway stars illuminating his workspace. A massive blackboard hangs nearby, filled with scribbled equations and complex mathematical formulas, evidence of the countless hours he's spent puzzling over the mysteries of the universe.
The room feels cluttered but inviting, alive with the energy of discovery.
Prompt: A captivating and enchanting scene featuring an adorable little beagle with a heart-shaped red balloon. Set this charming tableau in a vintage, quaint town with cobblestone streets that exude a sense of mystery, all under the enchanting glow of a full moon. Picture the beagle as a lovable, animated character with unique, endearing traits. The town should have a distinctive, slightly offbeat charm, with eccentric architecture and playful details. Illuminate the scene with the radiance of a full moon casting gentle, intriguing shadows, setting a surreal but captivating atmosphere. The composition follows the golden ratio and is reminiscent of the works of renowned artists like wlop, artgerm, and James Jean. The style is a fusion of science fiction and fantasy, featuring elements inspired by H. R. Giger and Beksinski. The artwork is vibrant, rich, and highly detailed, capturing the essence of an epic, trending masterpiece on platforms like CGSociety and ArtStation. It possesses an ominous undertone, reminiscent
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) A dynamic ink and watercolor drawing with scratching, splashing, blotting textures, irregular strokes, squiggly lines, deeply evocative, combined with impasto drip painting, splatter, and overspray of color, painted and drawn on black canvas. Sensual, electric, and emotionally charged to the point of delirium.
A **massive human chess board** sprawls across a collapsing rooftop cathedral beneath a bruised, electric sky. The tiles shimmer between light and void—black squares dripping ink like wounds, white squares glowing as if burning from within. Upon this field of creation and decay stands the **Queen**, seen up close—**a vision of corrupted grace** and impossible allure.
Her face is both angelic and ruined: one eye glows faintly gold, the other shadowed and cracked like porcelain. Her lips are smeared with crimson ink, a smirk of dangerous charisma. A crown of broken glass hovers above her head, held aloft by invisible tension. Every breath she takes seems to bend the light—part seduction, part apocalypse.
Her gown, a living tapestry of **splattered watercolor and molten gold**, spills across the board like a spreading contagion of beauty. Chess pieces bow or melt at her feet—human pawns frozen mid-prayer, knights dissolving into storm clouds. In her outstretched hand, she holds a single white pawn between two bloodstained fingers, as if deciding whether to bless it or crush it.
Around her, the air ripples with a haunting mix of passion and despair. The game is no longer about strategy—it’s about **the cost of power, the intoxication of control, the loneliness of victory**. Her expression flickers between triumph and exhaustion, like someone who’s won everything and lost her soul in the process.
The ink storm intensifies—splashes, scratches, and streaks of light collide in chaotic elegance. The Queen’s eyes lock with the viewer’s, **inviting and condemning at once**, whispering through every brushstroke: *This is what it means to win.*
Masterpiece, touching, sparkling, gorgeous, golden ratio, awe-inspiring, breath-taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique, HD.
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) A dynamic ink and watercolor drawing with scratching, splashing, blotting textures, irregular strokes, squiggly lines, deeply evocative, combined with impasto drip painting, splatter, and overspray of color, painted and drawn on black canvas. Sensual, electric, and highly emotional.
You said faith was obedience.
That a child must trust the Father —
not ask questions,
just hold the hand,
and cross.
But I was raised to look both ways.
To doubt what everyone else swore was safe.
And that’s why I can’t walk your road, Nicky —
I still see the traffic.
See, they call it childlike faith.
But there’s nothing childlike about fear.
There’s nothing innocent about surrender
when surrender means silence.
They took the word child
and scrubbed it clean of wonder.
Taught you to pray instead of play,
to bow instead of build,
to say “Amen” instead of “Why?”
And then they called it love.
But it wasn’t love.
It was control wearing a smile.
A lullaby for lost adults
rocking themselves to sleep inside the same four walls
they call “truth.”
I don’t hate them.
They’re just children who never got to grow.
Their curiosity starved.
Their laughter replaced by “hallelujah.”
When they say “be humble,” they mean “stay small.”
When they say “be faithful,” they mean “don’t think.”
And when they say “God loves you,”
what they really mean is don’t leave.
You once laughed differently.
Before the guilt.
Before the rules.
Before every dream had to be approved by heaven.
You used to be sunlight,
and then someone told you it was dangerous to shine.
You used to sing —
not because you were told to,
but because your chest was too full to stay quiet.
You used to wonder.
And that’s the part they feared the most.
So listen, if I ever get to speak to you again,
I won’t preach.
I won’t argue about heaven or hell.
I’ll just remind you
that you were the gospel once —
before anyone ever opened a Bible.
Because I still remember you —
the girl before obedience.
The girl before the hymns.
The girl who still believed in blue skies
and open doors
and getting your knees dirty just for fun.
You’re still in there, Nicky.
Not gone — just hidden.
Waiting.
Like a child locked in a church basement
while the adults upstairs sing about freedom.
They can keep their light.
I’ll keep my darkness —
because at least here, my eyes are open.
And if that makes me a heretic,
then let them pray for me.
Because I believe —
and I’ll say it again and again —
To reclaim your childhood is the holiest act of all.
To ask, to feel, to play — that is worship.
To love without fear — that is divine.
And to walk into the unknown with eyes open...
that’s salvation.
Because somewhere behind the hymns and the rules,
behind the sermons and the smiles,
there’s a girl still running through the fields —
barefoot, laughing, unashamed,
and free.
And when I find her again,
I’ll tell her what no one told us:
You don’t need permission to be alive.
The surreal light of floating ink and the ethereal glow of the rooftop observatory illuminate her face and figure, highlighting her magnetic presence and audacious energy, making the scene feel alive, chaotic, and intoxicating.
Masterpiece, touching, sparkling, gorgeous, golden ratio, awe-inspiring, breath-taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique,
Prompt: An astronaut drifts in space, surrounded by a dim, eerie nebula swirling with ghostly colors—dark purples, sickly greens, and blood-red wisps. Earth looms ominously in the distance, but it's far from the familiar blue planet. Instead, it has an unsettling, enormous grin stretched across its surface, glowing with an unnatural, twisted light. Shadows of continents form hollow, empty eyes, staring directly at the astronaut. The astronaut's posture is tense, hands clenched, as fear radiates from their body, isolated and dwarfed by the haunting scene. Faint whispers seem to echo through the nebula, heightening the sense of terror as the smiling Earth watches unblinking. Opalescent rainbow nebula.
Prompt: A stunning and enchanting image of a beautiful blonde haired woman, barely clothed, clothed in white lace, gracefully playing a grand piano in a magical garden filled with vibrant roses. The atmosphere should be ethereal, with soft sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting a warm glow on the scene. Capture the magic and elegance of the moment, highlighting the harmony between the music, the pianist, and the enchanting surroundings. Autumnal scene encapsulating youthful dreams, Pino Daeni inspired figures basking in mellow sunlight amidst fallen leaves, Jos de May's surreal proportions adding whimsy, soft pastel palette, serene atmosphere, nostalgic warmth, textured brushwork, golden hour illumination, digital painting, ultra fine details
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) Hey, Vicky. The jacarandas are blooming again. You used to stop and stare at them, remember? I thought of you.
Masterpiece, touching, sparkling, gorgeous, golden ratio, awe-inspiring, breath-taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique, HD
Prompt: A couple of lovers kissing in a decayed setting. They stand close, locked in an embrace, as if sharing a last moment together. Behind them, a dark, ruined cityscape stretches with towering, partially destroyed buildings, fires burning in the distance, and a sky filled with stormy, dramatic clouds. The scene is lit by a haunting orange glow, casting shadows and highlighting their connection amid the chaos. Their expressions convey love and hope against a backdrop of decay.
Prompt: At dawn on a misty battlefield, two soldiers stand side by side, their breaths visible in the cold morning air. One, a young commander, clutches her sword tightly, while her comrade—an old friend—stands with quiet resolve, his hand resting on her shoulder. Around them, an army readies for a desperate fight, banners snapping in the wind. As the first light of the rising sun glints off their weapons, a sudden volley of arrows pierces the morning calm. One strikes her comrade, and he falls at her feet. Kneeling beside him, she grasps his hand, tears mingling with the dirt on her face, as he looks at her with a faint smile and whispers words she cannot hear over the chaos. The battlefield stretches beyond, golden sunlight clashing with the somber reality of war, a reminder of beauty and loss intertwined. In the distance, the rebels charge forward, unaware of the bond shattered just moments before.
Ich hatt einen Kameraden
Einen bessern findst du nit.
Die Trommel schlug zum Streite,
Er ging an meiner Seite
In gleichem Schritt und Tritt
Eine Kugel kam geflogen,
Gilt´s mir oder gilt es dir?
Ihn hat es weggerissen,
Er liegt mir vor den Füßen,
Als wär´s ein Stück von mir.
Will mir die Hand noch reichen,
Derweil ich eben lad.
Kann dir die Hand nicht geben,
Bleib du im ewgen Leben
Mein guter Kamerad!
Prompt: An artist working in a moody, atmospheric studio, holding a palette with vibrant paints. He stands before an easel displaying a striking, hellish portrait filled with flames and surreal details. He's painting a European-type woman model seated in an elegant, poised manner, clad in tight, glossy leather that shimmers under the flickering light of many red candles. The scene is illuminated with a dramatic, warm glow, enhancing the intricate details of the surroundings and the model’s striking appearance. The setting combines elements of fantasy and gothic elegance, rendered in ultra-detailed 8K resolution, inspired by the works of Daniel Merriam, Jessica Rossier, and Inna Bebrisa. The composition is visually captivating and richly textured, suitable for an award-winning fantasy artwork.
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) A surreal ink-and-watercolor cityscape painted on black canvas, rich with splattered strokes, dripping textures, glowing pigments, and swirling architectural forms that pull the viewer inward like a dream made of gravity.
A vast city rises in a spiraling funnel shape, its structures bending and twisting inward as though drawn to a hidden core. Buildings stretch and curve with impossible elegance, rendered in dynamic ink lines and neon watercolor highlights. Streets coil like labyrinthine veins, glowing faintly as they wind deeper into the city’s hypnotic center.
Crowds move through the spiral metropolis—market stalls bursting with electric color, alleys drifting in fog, figures painted in blotting ink silhouettes with glowing accents. Their expressions mix awe and unease, as if they feel the quiet, seductive pull of the city’s vortex beneath their feet.
Above, the sky transitions dramatically: bright watercolor daylight at the outer rim dissolves into deep twilight inks toward the center. Dripping pigments fall from sky to street, blending the hours into a seamless gradient that enhances the city’s intoxicating duality.
Shadows pool in the spiral’s depths, hinting at a beautiful but consuming presence. Light refracts through misty arches, swirling in soft halos, giving the entire funnel a luminous, alive quality—like the city itself hungers gently, quietly, elegantly.
Enchanting yet eerie, vibrant yet imprisoning—the city spirals inward, inviting exploration while whispering danger. A radiant, surreal, emotionally charged urban vortex.
Masterpiece, cinematic, vibrant, eerie, dripping detail, golden ratio, HD.
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) A dynamic ink and watercolor drawing with scratching, splashing, blotting textures, irregular strokes, squiggly lines, combined with impasto drip painting, splatter, and overspray of color, painted and drawn on black canvas. Sensual, electric, and emotionally charged to the point of delirium.
A narrow, ancient railway bridge twists over a yawning chasm, suspended above a mist-cloaked abyss beneath a bruised, electric twilight sky, deep cobalt bleeding into ash gray, rust, and streaks of violet. Shadows writhe around the base of the bridge; bats flicker like erratic ink splashes. Molten gold sparks and crimson streaks flash through the mist, reflecting tension and danger.
At the far end stands a lone woman, fierce, lean, and unnervingly real. Her tattered garments, splattered in crimson, molten gold, and deep plum, ripple and flutter as if alive. Her eyes burn gold and electric cyan, piercing, feral, and seductive, drawing the viewer into her charged presence. Every curve, angle, and motion radiates erotic danger and magnetic power.
The bridge itself shudders under her weight, groaning as swirls of teal, violet, and burnt orange coil through mist and sky. The air vibrates with emotion—desire, suspense, awe—while ink drips, scratches, and streaks of watercolor collide in chaotic, painterly elegance. The world around her seems to lean toward her, bending reality, yet she remains startlingly grounded and alive.
Her posture is commanding, almost predatory yet irresistibly alluring. She is the test, the challenge, the impossible beauty in a landscape that is half dream, half threat. Every element—wind, shadow, mist—responds to her presence, heightening erotic suspense and awe.
Masterpiece, touching, sparkling, gorgeous, golden ratio, awe-inspiring, breath-taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique, HD.
Prompt: A beautifully detailed painting of a gorgeous woman holding a human heart in her hands. She gazes at it with a gentle, affectionate expression, evoking a sense of romance and intimacy. Her delicate lace clothing drapes elegantly over her, adding a touch of timeless elegance to her appearance. Behind her lies a tranquil body of water, reflecting the soft, warm light that surrounds her, creating a dreamy, otherworldly ambiance. The artwork is painted in a rich, harmonious color palette, with exquisite brushwork and subtle details, capturing an atmosphere of beauty and mystery, reminiscent of Amanda Sage's intricate style.
Prompt: The docks in old Mêlée Island, pirate ships, pirate bars, pirates. Jolly Roger. Deep blue sea, bay of a town. Starry night, moonlight. Lantern lights. Sea monsters. Arthur Rackham style.
Prompt: El anuncio de neón dice "Pawn Shop". En una ciudad que arde lenta bajo un cielo de revolución, dos figuras femeninas encarnan fuerzas opuestas del alma del protagonista. Una, elegante pero desvanecida, se mueve entre columnas de mármol agrietadas, encadenada a rutinas, espejismos de estabilidad y rituales sociales vacíos. Su presencia huele a incienso viejo y decisiones tomadas por otros. Su mirada busca aprobación; su voz, consenso.
La otra, en cambio, aparece de noche, con grafitis en las uñas y viento en el pelo. Camina como quien incendia el suelo, se ríe como quien no tiene dueño. Habla poco pero cada palabra suya quiebra esquemas. No pide permiso ni perdón. Su energía es la de quien no quiere encajar, sino reconfigurar el mundo. Mientras una se desvanece entre estructuras que se derrumban, la otra baila entre los escombros con una calma feroz, como si hubiera esperado toda su vida este colapso.
El protagonista observa en silencio, sabiendo que una lo quiere como parte de su decoración... y la otra lo ve como un igual en la guerra que ambos eligieron pelear sin garantías. Elige no desde el deseo, sino desde la identidad. Porque no se trata de amor romántico: se trata de lealtad a su propia naturaleza salvaje.
Prompt: This enormous dystopic city is upside down. And he who dares to fight for freedom and justice is imprisoned in the mental asylum, branded a fool. Painting in the style of Salvador Dalí.
Prompt: A dark, mysterious room that feels like a fusion between a library and a cave, lit only by the roaring glow of a massive stone fireplace. Shadows dance across shelves of ancient books and jagged rock walls. In the center, a woman stands in tight black leather, radiating power and allure. She holds a large wooden cup filled with a strange, glowing red liquid—not quite wine, not quite blood—its surface shimmering with otherworldly energy. Her gaze is piercing yet calm, and her aura is intoxicating, almost elemental. Outside the cave’s arched stone opening, a violent sandstorm rages, winds howling, dust swirling, but she stands fearless, whispering ‘I fear not.’ The atmosphere is mystical, gothic, and cinematic, with strong contrasts of firelight and storm shadows. rendered in ultra-detailed 8K resolution, inspired by the works of Daniel Merriam, Jessica Rossier, and Inna Bebrisa. The composition is visually captivating and richly textured, suitable for an award-winning fantasy artwork.
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.