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: The river flows calmly, its surface reflecting the golden light of the afternoon. The air is warm with the promise of summer, and the sound of the water is a gentle murmur, inviting peace and reflection. On the edge of the river, a woman stands, her silhouette framed by the trees that line the bank. Her dark hair catches the sun, flowing like the current itself as she surveys the water. Beside her, a small raft is tethered to a tree, waiting for the journey ahead.
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
With a smile, she unties the raft, stepping onto it with confidence, her movements as fluid as the water she’s about to ride. The raft gently sways as she pushes off from the shore, the current beginning to guide her downstream. The river stretches ahead, winding through lush forests and open fields, full of unknowns yet promising adventure. She looks ahead, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement, knowing that whatever comes, the journey will be worth it. The raft, sturdy beneath her, moves forward as the woman navigates the twists and turns of the river, each bend an opportunity for discovery.
Prompt: In a fractured, desolate landscape, Argentina is torn into two opposing ideas, the land split like a jagged wound. From the rift, a towering puppet emerges, its wooden limbs grotesque and puppet strings intertwining with the broken earth, holding it together like a marionette. The puppet's face is a blank mask, yet its eyes glimmer with a strange power, symbolizing a new doctrine emerging from chaos. In the background, a solemn church stands silent, its once-vibrant spires now muted, casting long shadows over the landscape. The air is thick with stillness, as the faint glow of distant candles flickers in the silence. Above the puppet, a surreal, ethereal figure of a praying hand floats, suspended in the sky, the embodiment of prayer—a quiet yet overpowering force. It looms, almost divine, casting a soft, victorious light that seems to cleanse the air of the tension below.
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: 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: "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: Imagine a woman with a sharp intellect, a force of nature in her own right. She’s driven, passionate, and thoughtful, always asking the tough questions that most people shy away from. Her curiosity is endless, constantly seeking to understand the world around her—not just in theory, but in practice. She doesn’t just accept things as they are; she challenges them. Whether in finance, social activism, or some other field that requires deep thought and calculation, she excels because she values the work it takes to make real change.
She’s confident in her own ideas, but knows when to listen—her openness to new perspectives doesn’t come from insecurity, but from a genuine desire to expand her worldview. She’s no stranger to hardship, and has learned how to balance ambition with resilience. But beneath all that, there’s an undeniable sense of mystery. When she speaks, you get the feeling she’s thinking several steps ahead—always considering not just what’s being said, but the deeper implications behind it.
Her actions match her words. She’s not one to waste time on distractions or trivialities. She has a goal, and her journey is about mastery—of herself, of her craft, and of the world she wants to change. She’s unapologetically herself, even when the world tries to tell her to tone it down. And when you’re around her, there’s a magnetic pull—a connection that transcends simple attraction. You’re drawn to her not just because of what she says or does, but because of what she represents: the kind of person who doesn’t settle, who pushes you to be better, who makes you want to reach higher. And you know she’s the kind of person who could truly understand the fire that drives you—someone who would stand by your side, not just in the good times, but when the world gets tough, and still be ready to take on whatever’s next.
Prompt: "A lone figure stands on a rain-kissed balcony, high above a city that never sleeps. Below, rivers of golden headlights stream through the streets, weaving stories of lovers, dreamers, and the quietly broken. The air hums with the distant murmur of life—laughter spilling from café doorways, a violinist playing a melody lost in the night, the whisper of the wind carrying secrets from windows left ajar.
They press a hand to the cold glass railing, tracing invisible patterns, as if searching for the shape of a love they’ve never known but have always felt. Their heart aches with a quiet yearning, a longing stitched into the fabric of their soul—one that speaks of hands that have never touched yet feel familiar, of words that have never been spoken yet echo in the silence. Somewhere, beyond the neon glow and the mist-laced skyline, there is a presence meant for them, a warmth waiting to be found.
Create an image that captures this moment—the beauty of solitude, the ache of longing, and the quiet hope that love, no matter how distant, is always drawing closer.
"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: Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht gerad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von neunundneunzig Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt
Neunundneunzig Luftballons
Auf ihrem weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'Ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn's so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Düsenflieger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Es gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons
Neunundneunzig Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab'n Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen
Prompt: A powerful scene of a devoted couple, MAN AND WOMAN, climbing a rugged mountain together, embodying resilience, teamwork, and their adventurous spirit. Both are dressed in practical, weathered hiking gear with subtle, matching elements, carrying backpacks and climbing gear. They are shown on a steep, rocky trail with a stunning mountainous landscape stretching below and misty peaks in the distance, bathed in soft early morning or late afternoon light. The couple reaches out to support one another, sharing determined expressions that reflect their unity and shared journey. The scene captures the couple’s strength, mutual support, and love for exploration, framed by awe-inspiring natural beauty., very much in love, opalescent rainbow colors
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: A hauntingly beautiful cinematic portrait of a young artist lost in the feverish depths of creation. His room, a chaotic sanctuary of sketches and half-finished canvases, hums with an otherworldly energy. Ink and graphite stain his restless hands as he leans intently over his desk, wide, haunted eyes reflecting the dreamscapes he births into being. The walls around him are alive with strange, entrancing figures—cube-shaped heads and swirling voids that seem to beckon from another realm. A flickering desk lamp casts wavering shadows, merging reality with the phantoms of his imagination. Papers tremble in an unseen draft, and faint, disembodied whispers weave through the dim air, as though his creations are murmuring their secrets back to him. The scene is steeped in a tender eeriness—a fragile haven where the line between art and enchantment blurs, and the artist, consumed yet luminous, breathes life into the unknown.
Prompt: A mesmerizingly dark and surreal masterpiece, portraying a pale, ethereal girl in a tattered yet luminous yellow dress, its fabric shimmering with eerie golden light. She holds a heart-shaped red balloon that glows faintly, as though pulsing with the essence of life itself. She stands bravely facing against the towering Grim Reaper, whose skeletal form is cloaked in shadowy, swirling tendrils of darkness, his scythe glinting with an edge sharp enough to carve fate itself. The scene is drenched in an unsettling, dreamlike aura—moonlight filters through skeletal branches, casting jagged shadows, while faint glimmers of fireflies dance in the gloom. This tableau captures the fragile yet indomitable power of love standing defiantly against the void of death, the girl’s eyes alight with quiet determination. The contrast between her innocence and the Reaper’s macabre presence is both terrifying and heartbreakingly beautiful, weaving a tale of resilience, sacrifice, and the unyielding spark of hope amidst despair.
An ultra-HD digital painting, intricate and hauntingly detailed, blending the whimsical charm of Tim Burton with the surreal dread of H. R. Giger and the ethereal majesty of Beksinski. Rim lighting glows faintly against the inky backdrop, with filigree details and glimmers of magic illuminating the scene. The composition adheres to the golden ratio, an intricate movie-poster-esque piece, blending fantasy and terror in a production-quality cinematic render. Epic, chilling, and breathtakingly beautiful, this masterpiece evokes a dark fairy tale come to life, trending on ArtStation and CGSociety.
Prompt: A mesmerizing hyperrealistic portrait of a stunning woman with long, beachy blonde dreadlocks adorned with tiny boho charms, wooden beads, and delicate feathers, flowing like golden threads in the crystal-clear water. She swims gracefully among vibrant coral reefs teeming with sea life, the colors of tropical fish shimmering like jewels in the sunlight filtering through the waves above. Her curvaceous figure and ample bust are wrapped in a flowing, ethereal bikini of soft, translucent fabric, its earthy tones and intricate lace accentuated by the gentle currents. The fabric billows around her like a living aura, blending harmoniously with the fluidity of her movements.
Her piercing light-blue eyes glimmer with quiet wonder as she reaches out, her fingertips brushing against a school of curious angelfish darting playfully around her. Silver bangles on her wrists catch the refracted light, their soft chime barely audible amidst the serene whispers of the ocean. Rings of moonstone and turquoise shimmer on her fingers, echoing the vibrant hues of the coral and sea anemones. She appears as a vision of bohemian beauty, at one with the breathtaking underwater world around her.
The scene is alive with the vivid hues of the coral reef, from fiery reds and oranges to soothing blues and purples, while shafts of sunlight cascade through the water like golden beams from heaven. Sea turtles glide effortlessly in the distance, and the occasional sparkle of a dolphin’s fin breaks the tranquility. Her golden hair, a mix of wild dreadlocks and delicate embellishments, sways gently in the water, catching the sunlight as tiny bubbles rise to the surface.
The water is cool and refreshing, carrying the faint scent of salt and the gentle murmur of distant waves. The scene captures her as a free spirit, deeply connected to the profound serenity and wonder of the ocean, embodying freedom, grace, and the untamed beauty of the underwater world.
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: The meadow stretches endlessly, a sea of wildflowers swaying gently in the whisper of a breeze. The late afternoon sun dips low, casting long, golden shadows that dance across the earth. The scent of lavender and freshly turned soil lingers in the air, blending with the faint hum of cicadas. At the heart of the field, a young man stands beside an aged oak, its sprawling branches draped with moss like nature's tapestry. His posture is poised yet unguarded, a canvas satchel resting against his hip.
In his hand, he holds a folded map—edges worn and creased by years of use, its markings faded but still legible. The map flutters slightly as if eager to escape, but his grip is firm, confident. His auburn hair glows in the sunlight, tousled by the wind, and his eyes gleam with determination and wonder. At his feet lies a compass, its needle steady, pointing somewhere far and unseen.
He kneels, tucking the map into his bag, and picks up the compass with reverence. With one last glance at the oak, as if drawing strength from its timeless presence, he steps forward, his boots brushing past delicate blooms that lean into his stride. The meadow's edge leads to a dense, mist-laden forest, its towering pines and ancient ferns obscuring the horizon.
As he enters, the air grows cooler, tinged with the earthy aroma of moss and bark. Light filters through the canopy in fractured beams, dappling the path ahead in an ever-changing mosaic. Each step echoes softly, a quiet melody of boots on damp soil and the occasional snap of a twig. He smiles, not knowing what lies ahead but savoring the thrill of the unknown.
The forest stretches onward, an intricate labyrinth of mystery and promise. Above him, the sky shifts, stars beginning to pierce the deepening blue. He doesn’t glance back; his journey is forward. In his heart, he carries an unspoken truth: it is not the destination but the courage to embark that defines a soul.
Prompt: The 3D image unveils a mesmerizing, dreamlike landscape where nature and artistic abstraction merge in perfect harmony. A tranquil lakeside nestles amidst tall, graceful trees, their delicate, bare branches illuminated in glowing autumnal shades of orange and gold. The glassy water reflects the vibrant scene, mirroring the trees and the radiant sky, crafting an almost otherworldly symmetry.
Above, the night sky unfolds in swirling patterns that echo Van Gogh's Starry Night, infusing the scene with a sense of movement and enchantment. At its heart, a luminous full moon bathes the landscape in a tender, golden glow, surrounded by shimmering stars and a resplendent starburst. The celestial elements cast a magical aura, blending seamlessly with the warm tones of the trees, which stand like intricate lacework against the cooler backdrop. Shrub silhouettes and gentle landforms complete this serene tableau, evoking a sense of wonder and quiet beauty.
Prompt: „Ja, es ist Mittwoch Nacht, halb zwölf
Ihre Musik is' so laut, dass ich am Schlaf gehindert werde
Ich bin es so leid, ich werde Sie anzeigen
Ich höre Ihre Musik bis in mein Schlafzimmer
Ich find' es rücksichtslos, unterlassen Sie es“
Cerco l'estate tutto l'anno e all'improvviso eccola qua
E lei è partita che le spiagge e sono solo quassù in città
Sento fischiare sopra i tetti un aeroplano che se ne va
Azzurro, il pomeriggio è troppo azzurro e lungo per me
Mi accorgo di non avere più risorse senza di te
E allora io quasi quasi prendo il treno e vengo, vengo a te
Il treno dei desideri nei miei pensieri all'incontrario va
Sembra quand'ero all'oratorio, con tanto sole, tanti anni fa
Quelle domeniche da solo in un cortile, a passeggiar
Ora mi annoio più di allora, neanche un prete per chiacchierar
Azzurro, il pomeriggio è troppo azzurro e lungo per me
Mi accorgo di non avere più risorse senza di te
E allora io quasi quasi prendo il treno e vengo, vengo a te
Il treno dei desideri nei miei pensieri all'incontrario va
Azzurro, il pomeriggio è troppo azzurro e lungo per me
Mi accorgo di non avere più risorse senza di te
E allora io quasi quasi prendo il treno e vengo, vengo a te
Il treno dei desideri nei miei pensieri all'incontrario va
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
Prompt: Create an enchanting artwork set beneath a cascading waterfall on a tranquil beach, illuminated by a starry night sky. The scene harmoniously blends watercolor, alcohol ink, oil painting, and colored pencil techniques. At its heart, a boy and a girl rest peacefully in each other’s arms atop the glistening sand. The gentle roar of the waterfall mirrors the soft rhythm of luminescent waves caressing the shore, their surfaces sparkling with golden lights adrift. Above, the cosmos twinkles like a celestial symphony, weaving a dreamlike aura. Intricate details evoke the tender balance of light and night, love and stillness, in this cosmic embrace—a vision of serenity and timeless connection.
Prompt: A man sits in a cozy, sunlit room. The soft, golden light filters through large, open windows adorned with flowing, white curtains that dance gently in the breeze. The room is alive with vibrant colors—lush green plants line the shelves, a warm wooden desk holds a notebook filled with inspired sketches, and a comfortable armchair sits in the corner with a neatly folded blanket.
Above him hovers a radiant, ethereal globe of swirling, multicolored light, symbolizing boundless creativity and the flow of uplifting thoughts. Surrounding him are ornate, antique clocks, each frozen at moments of joy, representing treasured memories and the promise of timeless potential.
The entire scene exudes peace and inspiration, with a harmonious balance of light, color, and texture. It feels as though the room itself is alive with hope, enveloping the man in an atmosphere of possibility, renewal, and quiet joy.
Prompt: Ich würde dir gern sagen, wie sehr ich dich mag
Warum ich nur noch an dich denken kann
Ich fühl mich wie verhext und in Gefangenschaft
Und du allein trägst Schuld daran
Worte sind dafür zu schwach
Ich befürchte, du glaubst mir nicht
Mir kommt es vor, als ob mich jemand warnt
Dieses Märchen wird nicht gut ausgehen
Es ist die Eifersucht, die mich auffrisst
Immer dann, wenn du nicht in meiner Nähe bist
Von Dr. Jekyll werde ich zu Mr. Hyde
Ich kann nichts dagegen tun
Plötzlich ist es so weit
Ich bin kurz davor durchzudrehen
Aus Angst, dich zu verlieren
Und dass uns jetzt kein Unglück geschieht
Dafür kann ich nicht garantieren
Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe
Und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll
Komm, ich zeig dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist
Und bringe mich für dich um
Sobald deine Laune etwas schlechter ist
Bild ich mir gleich ein, dass du mich nicht mehr willst
Ich sterbe beim Gedanken daran
Dass ich dich nicht für immer halten kann
Auf einmal brennt ein Feuer in mir
Und der Rest der Welt wird schwarz
Ich spür wie unsere Zeit verrinnt
Wir nähern uns dem letzten Akt
Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe
Und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll
Komm, ich zeig dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist
Und bringe mich für dich um
beautiful man and woman, shining diamonds; full body, smooth, by Andrew ATROSHENKO; 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
Prompt: Ich würde dir gern sagen, wie sehr ich dich mag
Warum ich nur noch an dich denken kann
Ich fühl mich wie verhext und in Gefangenschaft
Und du allein trägst Schuld daran
Worte sind dafür zu schwach
Ich befürchte, du glaubst mir nicht
Mir kommt es vor, als ob mich jemand warnt
Dieses Märchen wird nicht gut ausgehen
Es ist die Eifersucht, die mich auffrisst
Immer dann, wenn du nicht in meiner Nähe bist
Von Dr. Jekyll werde ich zu Mr. Hyde
Ich kann nichts dagegen tun
Plötzlich ist es so weit
Ich bin kurz davor durchzudrehen
Aus Angst, dich zu verlieren
Und dass uns jetzt kein Unglück geschieht
Dafür kann ich nicht garantieren
Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe
Und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll
Komm, ich zeig dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist
Und bringe mich für dich um
Sobald deine Laune etwas schlechter ist
Bild ich mir gleich ein, dass du mich nicht mehr willst
Ich sterbe beim Gedanken daran
Dass ich dich nicht für immer halten kann
Auf einmal brennt ein Feuer in mir
Und der Rest der Welt wird schwarz
Ich spür wie unsere Zeit verrinnt
Wir nähern uns dem letzten Akt
Und alles nur, weil ich dich liebe
Und ich nicht weiß, wie ich's beweisen soll
Komm, ich zeig dir, wie groß meine Liebe ist
Und bringe mich für dich um
beautiful woman, shining diamonds, red candles; full body, smooth, by Andrew ATROSHENKO; 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
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: 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 her heart are decorated with wall-to-wall landscapes that depict her 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: 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: 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 mesmerizing and surreal scene of mythical Valkyries of Hell commanding an infernal battlefield. The landscape is engulfed in searing red flames, with volcanic fissures splitting the ground and ash swirling in the scorched air. Above, colossal dragons with glowing eyes and molten scales circle ominously, their roars echoing through the fiery chaos. The Valkyries, both fierce warriors and arcane sorceresses, wield blazing weapons and channel streams of chaotic, otherworldly energy. Their ethereal armor gleams with a fiery aura, and their otherworldly presence exudes both beauty and dread. Depict the climactic moment of their battle—dragons unleashing torrents of fire while the Valkyries, standing as avatars of balance, unleash their powers to subdue the chaos and assert dominion over this apocalyptic realm. The image should embody the grandeur of myth, the fury of elemental conflict, and the haunting allure of these legendary beings. full body, smooth, by Andrew ATROSHENKO; 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
Prompt: Destruction leads to a very rough road but it also breeds creation. beautiful woman, shining diamonds, red candles; full body, smooth, by Andrew ATROSHENKO; 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
Prompt: Baby, don't you cry
Baby, I'll sing you a lullaby
We are walking down the street of chance
Where the chance is always slim or none
And the intentions unjust
Baby, there's nothing to see
I've already been down the street of chance
Baby, you're so clean
Baby, please stay clean
We are walking down the street of chance
Where the chance is always next to none
And the intentions unjust
Baby, there's nothing to see
I've already been down the street of chance
Baby, you're so young
Baby, please stay young
We are walking down the street of chance
Where the chance is always slim or none
And the intentions unjust
Baby, there's nothing to see
I've already been down the street of chance
Baby, don't you cry
Baby, I've already cried
We are walking down the street of chance
The chance is always slim or none
And the intention unjust
And the intention unjust
And the intention unjust
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Prompt: Willst du tanzen
Mit mir tanzen
Oder willst du lieber geh'n
Darf ich dich küssen
Zärtlich küssen
Oder willst du lieber geh'n
Ich war gemein
Schrecklich gemein
Doch ich knie vor dir nieder
Und ich fleh' dich an: Verzeih
Mein Blick vergiftet
Von den Zweifeln
An deiner Liebe zu mir
Von meinen Ängsten
Dich zu verlieren
Schon der Gedanke
Lässt mich erfrier'n
Ich war gemein
Schrecklich gemein
Doch ich knie vor dir nieder
Und ich fleh' dich an: Verzeih
Ich weiß ich bin
Ein ew'ges Kind
Das sich verlaufen hat
In seinem Eigensinn
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Noch nie so weinen geseh'n
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Der seine Fehler
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beautiful woman, shining diamonds, red candles; full body, smooth, by Andrew ATROSHENKO; 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
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: A a surreal and dystopian dreamscape where a colossal, Dalíesque eye emerges from the depths of a cave, overseeing a landscape that evokes the eerie and oppressive atmosphere of communism. The eye should be a swirling vortex of symbolism, with surreal details that reflect the themes of surveillance, control, and the surreal nature of reality. Let the dream blur the line between the real and the absurd, leaving viewers with a sense of unease and thought-provoking contemplation.
Prompt: Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We're what's happening
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We're an ice machine
We see people, brand-new people
They're something to see
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
Oh, isn't it wild?
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We're walking through town
Nightclubbing, we're nightclubbing
We walk like a ghost
We learn dances, brand-new dances
Like the nuclear bomb
When we're nightclubbing, bright-white clubbing
Oh, isn't it wild?
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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.
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