Prompt: Ich bin allein, mal wieder ganz allein
Starr auf den Fernsehschirm, den Fernsehschirm
Hab heut Nacht nichts zu tun, nichts zu tun
Ich brauch ein Rendezvous, Rendezvous
Ich wähl die Nummer, wähl die Nummer
Rufe Bildschirmtext, Bildschirmtext
Hab heut Nacht nichts zu tun, nichts zu tun
Ich brauch ein Rendezvous, Rendezvous
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Prompt: WE REALLY NEED LOVE. We say to ourselves and others that we don’t, because we’re afraid of being hurt. Of holding on to an empty illusion. Because we really REALLY need the warmth of that special someone in the middle of the night. We think that to acknowledge it implies showing weakness. But We need Love. And it’s okay to feel weak about it. Love your weakness. Love your need for Love. Pour all your Love on it and see how you feel better. After all, to Love that special someone we must first Love everything about ourselves.
Prompt: Imagine a breathtaking scene at the heart of Mother Earth: a vibrant, mystical landscape where nature's elements converge in harmony. At the center, a large, glowing crystal or heart-shaped stone pulses with a soft, ethereal light, symbolizing the Earth's lifeforce. Surrounded by lush, green forests, colorful flowers, and waterfalls cascading into a tranquil lake, the atmosphere feels sacred and timeless. Wisps of energy swirl around, hinting at spirits or guardians of the Earth. A golden sunlight bathes the scene, casting gentle rays across the verdant surroundings, evoking a sense of wonder and peace.
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: Imagine a gorgeous celestial woman standing above a glowing, beautiful heart at the center of a vast, intricate maze. The heart radiates warmth, surrounded by delicate vines and blooming flowers that form the maze, each path a layer of her complex emotions. She emanates a soft, golden light, her hair like starlight. Symbols of love—intertwined hands, whispered promises—appear along the way, guiding those who seek her heart’s depths. Her beauty and boundless love inspire awe, inviting all to discover her soul’s secrets.
The style is 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.
Prompt: She lay atop a bed of clouds, her figure perfectly cradled by their soft, luminous embrace. Her skin seemed to glow with a light that came not from the sun but from within, a warm radiance that blended seamlessly with the dreamlike hues around her. Draped in nothing but jasmine petals, their snowy whiteness clinging gently to her curves, she exuded a purity that felt untouched by the world below.
Above her, rainbows arched and twisted, their vibrant colors cascading like a painter’s strokes across a sky that seemed infinite. Nearby, waterfalls of liquid light tumbled gracefully from unseen heights, their streams sparkling with colors that echoed the rainbows' hues. The cascading water dissolved into shimmering mist as it met the clouds, creating prisms of light that filled the air with tiny, dancing rainbows.
The gentle roar of the waterfalls added depth to the scene, a rhythmic symphony that harmonized with the soft whisper of the clouds and the faint, sweet perfume of jasmine. Around her, the clouds shifted and swirled, shaping themselves into arches and pathways, while the mist from the waterfalls cooled the air, brushing her skin like a lover’s caress.
Her eyes were closed, her expression serene, as if she were listening to some celestial music only she could hear. The light from the rainbows and waterfalls played across her body, casting her in a kaleidoscope of soft, shifting colors that made her seem otherworldly, an embodiment of beauty, peace, and an almost sacred tranquility.
She belonged to this place, a vision of ethereal grace in a world where clouds cradled dreams, rainbows arched toward infinity, and waterfalls spilled light into eternity.
Prompt: In a surreal landscape where fractured laws crumble beneath an oppressive sky, the remnants of Argentina's old constitution dissolve into the earth. From the rubble, rises a towering mountain of distorted, malignant figures—strange, elongated shapes with eyes that pierce the void. These beings are garbed in ornate, grotesque masks that obscure their true intentions, their faces twisted in silent, enigmatic expressions. The mountain looms, casting shadows across the broken land, as these masked figures silently convene atop it, their true motives hidden beneath layers of illusion. The scene is bathed in shifting, dreamlike light, evoking a sense of dread and foreboding, as if the landscape itself is uncertain of what these figures represent.
Prompt: Mit dir ist alles heilig
Mit dir ist alles wahr
Du bist mein Anfang
Bist das erste Wahl
Nie wieder Zweifel
Weil wir zusammen eins sind
Zwei Puzzleteile
Aus einem Sternenbild
Ja, wir können fliegen
Nur Gott weiß wie hoch
Mit jedem Absturz
Färbt sich der Himmel rot
Wir sind für immer hier
Werden alles riskieren
Wie Kamikaze
Nichts zu verlieren
Wir sprechen alle Sprachen
Sind unerreicht
Kein bisschen Nachglanz
Aus der Vergangenheit
Können endlich atmen
Jeder Plan geht auf
Sind neugeboren
Gehen zusammen drauf
Wir brennen durch die Straßen
Leuchten viel zu hell
Verglühen gemeinsam
Stürzen in die Welt
Wir sind für immer hier
Werden alles riskieren
Wie Kamikaze
Nichts zu verlieren
Manchmal kurz vorm Abgrund
Immer ganz nah dran am Glück
Und niemand, niemand holt uns zurück
Wir sind für immer hier
Werden alles riskieren
Wie Kamikaze
Nichts zu verlieren
Wir sind für immer hier
Werden uns riskieren
Wie Kamikaze
Bis alles explodiert
Bis alles explodiert
I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1520 X 1520
(2.31 MP)
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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: (((Masterpiece))) Gorgeous hyper realism, ultra detailed, camera zoom Out (((SIDE VIEW)))
A gorgeous pale skinned gothic woman dressed in a gothic black off the shoulder lacey dress, dark makeup and a black crown, is sitting at a wooden table playing a game of chess with a sweet black cat that is facing her.
The black cat is wearing a golden crown. The chess pawns are a glossy black.
The woman has various tattoo's on her arm and neck, a gorgeous necklace , grey hair with white streaks long and flowy partially attached in a bun, black nails.
They both seem very engaged in the game, the woman queen slowly making her move while the cat watches.
There is a magical sense of awe in the composition, a profound link between the woman and the cat.
The background is dark but still lighting up the scene. Small white translucent butterflies are in the air.
Gorgeous scene, beautiful, tantalizing allure, captivating, extraordinary , awesome exquisite hyper realism.
Prompt: Imagine a woman’s heart, radiant and full of warmth, nestled at the center of a vast, intricate maze. This maze is not cold or foreboding but instead resembles a delicate, natural structure—its pathways are like soft vines intertwined with delicate petals and fragrant blooms, each curve representing a layer of emotion, each turn revealing a nuance of her inner world.
As you journey through this maze, there are gentle glows that guide the way, representing memories, hopes, and quiet dreams, each one illuminating a piece of her story. The air is calm, filled with a sense of serenity and peace, and the palette is warm—soft pinks, lavenders, and gentle golds cast a tender light over everything.
The heart at the center pulses with a steady, inviting warmth, symbolizing her compassion, strength, and the beauty of her spirit. Though complex and intricate, the entire scene is deeply harmonious, evoking a quiet sense of reverence and awe for the depth and beauty of her emotions. It’s a place where one could get lost not in confusion but in wonder, moved by the profound beauty of a heart that holds so much.
The style is 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.
Prompt: Many people lose their minds. They lose themselves over some crazy ass religion trying to feel better with themselves, but usually that religion is just a reflection of the inner chaos they are going through. The answer it’s simple and easy: all you need is Love.
Prompt: Two scantily clad young lovers, with a gothic, extremely sexy appearance. They passionately kiss and erotically fondle, their bodies pressed against each other. The setting is a graveyard and they're surrounded by hellfire.
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: An enchanting and surreal image where a beautiful, voluptuous woman emerges from the mesmerizing vortex of heaven, surrounded by celestial colors and radiance. She stands at the intersection of dreams and reality, serenading the cosmos with her angelic voice, singing songs of hope, faith, and love that resonate through the universe. Bring to life this ethereal vision that captures the essence of transcendence and celestial beauty.
Prompt: The 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: The air in the library was heavy with the scent of aged paper and molten wax. A Sphynx cat sat poised on an ancient wooden table, its furless body bathed in the golden flicker of candlelight. Its deep, hypnotic eyes glinted, reflecting the arcane glow of an open book that seemed to pulse faintly with life.
Towering bookshelves loomed in the shadows, their contents a labyrinth of forgotten knowledge, their spines cracked and titles faded with time. The room was an echo of history, its silence broken only by the soft hiss of candles and the faint rustle of the cat's movements.
Intricate carvings adorned the table and walls—Masonic compasses, all-seeing eyes, and esoteric sigils intertwined in the woodwork, their presence subtle yet undeniable. Above, a brass chandelier hung like a sentinel, its melted candles forming stalactites of wax that pointed to the mystical scene below.
The cat blinked slowly, as though guarding the secrets contained within the luminous tome. The pages shimmered with indecipherable runes, their meaning elusive yet magnetic, calling out to the curious and the brave.
In this sanctuary of occult wisdom, the cat seemed not just a creature, but a keeper—its gaze as ancient as the knowledge that surrounded it.
Prompt: Colourful drawing in the style of Hideaki Anno. The two young lovers embrace in a warm pink kiss, knowing that they can't love the other more than they love themselves. And so, in order to love another is necessary to first love one self. Little pink beautiful fairies fly around them. The city is wrecked and flooded, and only the lovers appear to have survived. The sky is dark, and the moon is red as blood.
Prompt: A hauntingly beautiful, surreal painting of a woman and a man standing together in a shadowy crypt, their expressions tender yet intense. They are surrounded by ancient skulls, with flickering torchlight casting warm, shifting shadows across the stone walls. Flames rise around them, illuminating the intricate details of their leather clothing. The woman holds an ornate chain entwined with delicate symbols, while the man holds her hand gently, his gaze both protective and devoted. Their connection feels powerful, as if they share a timeless, forbidden love bound by mystery and ancient rituals. The atmosphere is both eerie and enchanting, blending romance, power, and an unbreakable bond in this mystical, otherworldly setting. Kissing.
Prompt: A haunting, surreal painting of a woman in striking leather, standing boldly within a shadowy crypt, holding a skull in her hand and kissing it. Flames dance around her, illuminating the intricate details of her leather attire. 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: A radiant female angel floats gracefully within a luminous nebula, surrounded by soft hues of pink, lavender, and gold that swirl like a heavenly tapestry. She watches over Earth, which glows with vibrant blues and greens, shimmering as if alive with gentle light. Her delicate wings, translucent and ethereal, spread wide as she gazes down with a serene expression, her eyes full of compassion and love. Earth seems to respond to her presence, emanating warmth and a sense of unity, with continents forming shapes that hint at a soft, welcoming smile. Stars twinkle around her, casting a gentle glow that fills the vast expanse of space with peace and inspiration. Opalescent rainbow nebula.
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.
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.