Prompt: Imagine a moonlit Transylvanian castle where Count Dracula and his ethereal bride stand on a balcony, their love both enchanting and unsettling. Dracula, with his aristocratic charm, gazes deeply into his bride's eyes, while she, with her pale beauty and a hint of something otherworldly, smiles in a way that sends shivers down your spine. The castle's turrets rise like dark spires, and the bats above them seem to dance in a haunting waltz. Capture the mesmerizing yet eerie romance of this legendary vampire couple as they exist in their chilling, gothic realm.
Prompt: An image that blends the serene beauty of a baby in the womb with the mysterious and awe-inspiring cosmic effects of the universe, creating a surreal and mesmerizing visual experience. Galaxies, stars, and nebulae. The colors should be vivid and the overall ambiance should feel both mysterious and enchanting.
Prompt: A surreal miniature painting of a man with an immense brain resembling a packed warehouse, every nook and cranny filled with knowledge, leaving no room to spare. The interior walls of his mind are decorated with wall-to-wall landscapes that depict his town and natural surroundings, under a sky speckled with the moon and stars. Vibrant stained glass windows, symbolizing the Kingdom of God, glow softly, casting a divine and mystical light over this labyrinthine mental space. The atmosphere is both claustrophobic and reverent, blending the divine with the boundless intricacies of the human mind.
Prompt: A surreal miniature painting of a woman with an immense heart resembling a packed warehouse, every nook and cranny filled with knowledge, leaving no room to spare. The interior walls of his mind are decorated with wall-to-wall landscapes that depict his town and natural surroundings, under a sky speckled with the moon and stars. Vibrant stained glass windows, symbolizing the Kingdom of God, glow softly, casting a divine and mystical light over this labyrinthine mental space. The atmosphere is both claustrophobic and reverent, blending the divine with the boundless intricacies of the human heart.
Prompt: Create a portrait of a woman with a sharp, intelligent gaze, embodying both intellect and warmth. Her expression radiates kindness and emotional insight, paired with an air of quiet confidence. She is dressed in a way that suggests sophistication and approachability, standing in a serene, natural setting—perhaps a glowing sunset or a cozy study filled with books and soft light. Her posture and demeanor exude strength and gentleness, as if she carries both wisdom and the joy of life's imperfections. She should evoke the sense of a soulmate: someone who inspires, nurtures, and understands on a deeply profound level.
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: A semi-realistic digital painting depicting a young man and woman in their early 20s, standing together with an air of quiet determination and potential. They have diverse but harmonious appearances, symbolizing unity and a shared journey into adulthood. The style is painterly and refined, with soft brushstrokes, natural lighting, and a touch of classical elegance—similar to an oil painting but modernized. Their expressions are serious yet hopeful, carrying the weight of responsibility while still showing the spark of youth. Background is minimal, softly blurred, evoking a timeless atmosphere.
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 fantastical, dreamlike painting of two lovers standing on the surface of a gigantic, luminous brain, surrounded by swirling clouds of thoughts and memories. The brain's glowing folds and neurons pulsate with an ethereal light, as if infused with the essence of their love. The lovers, entwined in a tender embrace, gaze out at the shimmering cosmos above, where constellations form patterns that mirror the neural pathways of the brain.
Prompt: The ethereal Kingdom of Heaven, where Love reigns supreme, envisioned as a masterpiece of fine art. Drawing inspiration from the intricate styles of Jean-Baptiste Monge, Todd Lockwood, Olivier Ponsonnet, and Alex Alemany, blended with the hyperrealistic precision of Heather Rooney, Kim Jung Gi, and Ismail Inceoglu. A breathtakingly scenic, gorgeously detailed, and intricately designed portrayal that embodies the artistic elegance of WLOP, Alexander Jansson, and Abel Chan Arce. Vibrant, atmospheric, and meticulously crafted, with the stylistic richness of Grzegorz Przybyś, Shepard Fairey, and PixIV. A stunning work of art, bursting with beauty and emotion, evoking the grandeur of love and divine splendor.
Prompt: In a future where humanity has evolved to possess the cognitive abilities of artificial intelligence, society faces a pivotal question: how do we retain the essence of what makes us human? As individuals harness newfound powers of understanding, empathy, and creativity, they must navigate the complexities of their relationships. Amidst the potential for unprecedented advancements, the true challenge lies in preserving love in all its forms—romantic, familial, and platonic. Explore a world where love becomes the cornerstone of this evolution, fueling connections that transcend the boundaries of knowledge and logic. How do people express love in this transformed society? What role does love play in their decisions, innovations, and collective future? Write a story or reflection that delves into the heart of humanity, illustrating how love guides individuals through the challenges and wonders of their new existence.
in the style of portraitures with hidden meanings, transcendentalist themes, cinematic mood, science-based, cybermysticsteampunk, bokeh panorama, realistic figurative
Prompt: ((beautiful face woman of ((full body)) , short dress Klimt style, side, to the corner, covered in mud, scars, extremely detailed, in one ((post-apocalyptic village)). Several red moons. Raindrops. flowers, wet, sunset, lake jellyfish, dry trees, roots in the mouth, lake with red water.style Gustave Moreau, Waterhouse
Prompt: "He was not a gentle man. He was a storm wrapped in flesh, a beast carved from war and hardship. Where he walked, the ground seemed to tremble; where he stood, men thought twice before stepping closer. He did not speak idly, did not waste time on empty kindness—but when he loved, he loved with the force of a thousand battles won.
She was not afraid of him. Others saw the fire in his eyes and recoiled; she reached for it, unflinching. Others whispered of his fury; she had felt the steady, unshakable hands that could break bones yet held her like something sacred.
He would destroy for her. He would burn for her. He would become the monster they feared—but only to shield what he cherished. And when the world turned against him, when enemies rose, when shadows crept in—he did not falter. Because a monster does not beg for peace. A monster fights for it. And she was the only thing in this world worth fighting for
"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 surreal miniature painting of a man with an immense brain resembling a packed warehouse, every nook and cranny filled with knowledge, leaving no room to spare. The interior walls of his mind are decorated with wall-to-wall landscapes that depict his town and natural surroundings, under a sky speckled with the moon and stars. Vibrant stained glass windows, symbolizing the Kingdom of God, glow softly, casting a divine and mystical light over this labyrinthine mental space. The atmosphere is both claustrophobic and reverent, blending the divine with the boundless intricacies of the human mind.
Prompt: You’re not going to change him by preaching. Don’t bring him a system—show him a soul. He’s not drawn to dogma, he’s drawn to depth. He respects sincerity and courage more than certainty. If you want him to even consider your faith, you need to live it so vividly, so beautifully, that he chooses to understand it. Not out of guilt. Not out of fear. But out of admiration.
He doesn’t want to be saved. He wants to see if there’s something sacred about being human.
And if you can’t make peace with the parts of him that resist—his rebellion, his intellect, his grief, his suspicion of power—then you won’t reach him. He won’t fake belief to please you. He’s already been burned by that kind of performance. But if you love him without trying to fix him, then maybe—maybe—he’ll open the door to understanding you more than you expected.
Prompt: the scene I pictured was one of these beaches that are just made of rocks (I don't know if there's a word for that). Even though it appeared as if it was daytime... the sky was completely clouded, the darkest clouds you could imagine. As if a strong storm was just to break out. Waves came crashing violently against the rocks. I could see her, and behind her there was a lighthouse, doing all it could to warn ships about the rocks... even though it was so dark and cloudy it was hard to see anything. There was no fog though... I could see her. And I could see me. I was wearing this long, dark overcoat as if I were a sailor of sorts. She was wearing one of these old-fashioned plain housewife dresses. She was rather soaked. Her hair... which is brown-blondish in real life and has a certain glow... was all wet and messy and rather dark looking. Her eyes looked a bit distraught, her mouth slightly open... as if she wanted to say something but was out of words... or maybe something kept her from speaking. She was holding this giant, glowing ball of yellowish light... a stark contrast to the rest of the scene. I stood in front of her and told her "I'm taking back what's mine". She didn't say a word. I took the ball from her and she didn't oppose any resistance. She just looked a bit sad and confused.
Prompt: Create a surreal scene featuring a colossal, distorted eye at the center, surrounded by an array of melting clocks draped over whimsical, elongated branches. The background should be a dreamlike landscape, with a vast desert under a twilight sky filled with swirling clouds. Incorporate bizarre creatures emerging from the sand, such as a giraffe with a long neck that twists and turns like a spiraling staircase. Use vivid colors and fluid forms to capture the essence of a dream, emphasizing the uncanny and the surreal, reminiscent of Salvador Dalí’s unique artistic style.
Prompt: Capture the surreal essence of Salvador Dalí's artistic style in a depiction of the fusion between the human brain and machines. Create a dreamlike landscape where melting clocks and distorted, otherworldly figures coexist with intricate mechanical components. The scene should evoke a sense of profound, subconscious connection between the human mind and the world of machinery, with Dalí's signature blend of realism and absurdity. Let the colors and forms meld and flow in a way that blurs the boundary between the organic and the mechanical, inviting viewers to explore the depths of the human-machine relationship in a truly surreal fashion.
Prompt: art by Karl Valente, gorgeous woman, a charming street, a garden, an ultra hd detailed painting, digital art, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, bright, beautiful, splash, Glittering, cute and adorable, filigree, rim lighting, lights, extremely, magic, surreal, fantasy, digital art, wlop, artgerm and james jean, sf, intricate artwork masterpiece, ominous, matte painting movie poster, golden ratio, trending on cgsociety, intricate, epic, trending on artstation, by artgerm, h. r. giger and beksinski, highly detailed, vibrant, production cinematic character render, ultra high quality model
Prompt: In a world balanced on the edge of reality and dream, two lovers stand intertwined, a testament to resilience and unity. Before them rises a grand castle, constructed from the very bricks once hurled as obstacles. Each brick, chiseled and imperfect, tells a story of hardship, yet together they build a towering symbol of endurance and strength.
The scene unfolds in two parts. By day, a tempest swirls in the sky, symbolizing life’s battles and storms, casting shadows over the rugged landscape. Broken pieces of earth and jagged bricks float as if caught in a perpetual whirlwind, a chaotic reminder of trials faced and wounds healed. The wind roars, but amid this clash of elements, the castle stands defiant, its walls sturdy and unyielding.
As dusk falls, the battlefield transforms. Darkness melts into a dreamscape where cool twilight hues soften the once-stormy skies. A soft glow surrounds the lovers, their embrace illuminated in a gentle, ethereal light that contrasts with the harshness of the day. In this quiet night, every brick glows faintly, pulsing with the essence of perseverance, and the castle, which seemed formidable in daylight, now becomes almost translucent, otherworldly.
Around them, the world is painted in a palette of serene blues, purples, and silvers—a peaceful sanctuary born from trials. The lovers close their eyes, as though savoring this moment of triumph over life’s adversities, basking in a calm forged from their unyielding love and strength. The air hums with a quiet magic, a reminder that through resilience and love, even life’s darkest challenges can be transformed into something beautiful, something eternal.
Prompt: The Rat Maze stood as a living monument to desperation and fear, a sprawling labyrinth of rusted metal, jagged walls, and flickering lights that cast sinister shadows on the ground. The air reeked of dampness and decay, punctuated by the skittering sounds of unseen vermin. It wasn’t just a maze; it was a trap designed to prey on human weakness, promising escape to the brave and swift, but punishing hesitation with an unrelenting sense of dread.
Inside, a growing throng of people moved like cattle, some stumbling forward with blind hope, others carefully tracing their steps, wary of the whispers that seemed to echo from the walls themselves. No one knew what lay at the center, only that it pulled at them, an almost magnetic force compelling them deeper into the maze despite the terror coursing through their veins.
As they ventured further, the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier, and the maze itself seemed to shift, sealing off pathways or opening new ones, as if alive. The deeper they went, the louder the whispers became—angry, pleading, or mocking—until they found themselves drawn to the center.
There, under the dim glow of a shattered skylight, lay a grotesque heap: a mountain of skulls, human and otherwise, piled high atop an altar carved with ancient, unreadable symbols. The air buzzed with an unnatural energy, as if the pile itself was alive, pulsating faintly with an eerie glow. The whispers suddenly became deafening, rising into a cacophony of voices speaking in a language no one could comprehend.
Then came the revelation. Each person suddenly felt a pull—not toward escape, but to add to the pile. Their every misstep, hesitation, or selfish choice within the maze seemed etched into the walls around them, playing out like a damning reel of their lives. And now the maze demanded payment. To leave, they had to confront their darkest truths, offer part of their soul—or stay forever, just another whisper among the countless voices in the maze.
Prompt: A powerful, cinematic scene at sea during a lightning storm — a majestic woman rises from the storm clouds and crashing waves, her hair flowing like black thunderclouds, eyes glowing with electric fury, arms outstretched as if commanding the tempest. Below her, a calm yet immense figure of a man stands waist-deep in the ocean, his expression resolute, powerful, and unyielding. His presence merges with the vastness of the sea—his shoulders like rock outcroppings, his gaze steady as the moonlight breaks through the chaos. The contrast between the raging sky and the deep, calm ocean is stark and dramatic. Dark blues, silvers, and flashes of lightning illuminate the scene. The atmosphere is charged with tension, danger, and elemental romance.
Prompt: Am Brunnen vor dem Tore
Da steht ein Lindenbaum:
Ich träumt in seinem Schatten
So manchen süßen Traum.
Ich schnitt in seine Rinde
So manches liebe Wort;
Es zog in Freud und Leide
Zu ihm mich immer fort.
Ich mußt auch heute wandern
Vorbei in tiefer Nacht,
Da hab ich noch im Dunkel
Die Augen zugemacht.
Und seine Zweige rauschten,
Als riefen sie mir zu:
Komm her zu mir, Geselle,
Hier findst du deine Ruh!
Die kalten Winde bliesen
Mir grad ins Angesicht,
Der Hut flog mir vom Kopfe,
Ich wendete mich nicht.
Nun bin ich manche Stunde
Entfernt von jenem Ort,
Und immer hör ich´s rauschen:
Du fändest Ruhe dort!
The dragon's body is adorned with flowing, vibrant tendrils of red and gold, as if the very essence of fire and wind is embedded in its being. The air around it hums with energy, the dragon’s breath barely visible as swirling clouds of mist and smoke spiral in its wake. It is both majestic and intimidating, a symbol of power, grace, and ancient knowledge.
Below, a river winds through the valley, its waters reflecting the moonlight, carrying with it petals from the flowers that line its banks. The tranquil flow contrasts the dragon’s immense presence, creating a sense of balance between the quiet earth and the fierce sky.
Prompt: A haunting, surreal painting of a woman in striking leather, standing boldly within a shadowy crypt. She’s surrounded by piles of ancient skulls, their hollow eyes glinting in the firelight from torches that cast flickering shadows across the stone walls. Flames dance around her, illuminating the intricate details of her leather attire and the chain she holds loosely in one hand. Her gaze is fierce, challenging, as if she’s a guardian of the crypt or part of a dark ritual. The atmosphere is both eerie and mesmerizing, blending themes of power, mystery, and forbidden allure in this fiery, otherworldly setting.
Prompt: I am a passenger
And I ride, and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped back sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Oh, stars made for us tonight
Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the silent hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la
Prompt: A traditional painting in a surrealism style, reminiscent of Kafka, Mœbius, and Escher. A male rebel rides a mechanical, rusted-out typewriter-beast across a collapsing bureaucratic landscape. His cloak and scarf trail behind him, and he’s smiling wildly as he lights a Molotov cocktail with a match made from a broken ruler. Around him, papers swirl like leaves in a storm, desks crawl, and gravity-defying stairs twist into impossible loops. Above, a giant red sky-eye watches as a glowing banner reads: “Form 1088-D: Rejection of Fate.” The color palette is bold and chaotic, with deep oranges, cobalt blues, and gritty textures. The mood is surreal anarchy — absurdism as liberation.
Prompt: A striking painting of a vast, sprawling city that conveys a sense of grandeur yet overwhelming decay. Towering skyscrapers loom above, their façades cracked and weathered, while streets filled with people bustle beneath a dramatic sky filled with dark, swirling clouds. Shadows cast by the towering buildings create a feeling of confinement, as if the very structures are about to collapse inward. Subtle details like peeling paint and broken windows hint at the city's fragility. The atmosphere is charged with a sense of tension, reflecting the paradox of feeling both lost in the city's enormity and crushed by its impending collapse.
Prompt: Fürchtet euch, fürchtet euch nicht
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen
Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergeh'n
Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn
Eins, hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei, hier kommt die Sonne
Drei, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier, hier kommt die Sonne
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen
Kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden
Wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht
Legt sich heiß auf das Gesicht
Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergeh'n
Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn
Eins, hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei, hier kommt die Sonne
Drei, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier, hier kommt die Sonne
Fünf, hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs, hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht, neun, hier kommt die Sonne
Eins, hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei, hier kommt die Sonne
Drei, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier, und wird nie vom Himmel fallen
Fünf, hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs, hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben, sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht, neun, hier kommt die Sonne, aus
Prompt: A shadowy, foreboding castle looms under the ominous glow of a blood-red moon, its windows radiating an unnatural light. The air is thick with mist, and bats swoop and swirl against the night sky. In the hazy distance, the ghostly visage of a woman with glowing, piercing eyes emerges, her presence emanating an aura of ancient sorcery. The scene feels alive with an unearthly tension, as though faint whispers and sinister laughter echo just beyond the edge of hearing.
Speedpaint with large brush strokes ; drip painting; paint splashes; a masterpiece; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate, beautiful colors; no sign, no watermark, no extra woman, no extra man
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.