Prompt: A watercolor painting of several koi fish swimming in various directions. The koi are depicted in shades of purple, blue, and black, with fluid, expressive brushstrokes. The fish have detailed features such as fins, tails, and spots, and are set against a white background with splashes and splatters of ink to create a dynamic, lively composition. Thin, delicate lines in gold and black accentuate the movement and flow of the fish, adding a sense of elegance and energy to the artwork.
Prompt: An orbital observatory drifts at the edge of a dying star—a halo of glass and math over an ocean of fire.
Mirror petals the size of cities hang cracked and bowed, edges shredded by radiation. Plasma crawls along frames like luminous serpents whispering in particle tongues. Inside the observatory’s eye, a lone astronomer in a scorched EVA suit floats among instruments once precise, now devotional: gyros as prayer wheels, spectrometers ringing as they cool, a clock counting by half-lives.
They begin the last broadcast.
Holograms breathe around them—constellations long dead mapped as pale lattices. Names of extinct stars scroll in lament; each syllable a coordinate and farewell. The voice stays calm, a metronome against collapse, describing stellar convulsions, coronal folds, neutrino rain thickening like weather. Words travel through the station’s bones to the antenna crown, a comb of shattered spires that still sing.
Outside, the star closes. The corona heaves inward like an eye fighting sleep; prominences bend, tear, fall as red curtains of arithmetic. Magnetic lines snap, rewire, sketching cathedral geometry in a language of force. The observatory shudders—not from impact but rearranged rules. Time lengthens; notes sustain too long. Loose tools glow blue, remembering the early universe.
The astronomer continues, marking anomalies, tagging each defection of physics as timestamps drift apart. Radiation crawls through alloys; mirrors bloom with frost made of light. A pane fractures. Air crystals drift, slow, sparkling. The astronomer steadies on a rail etched by micrometeors—each scratch a tally of years the world forgot.
Cameras turn to the star. Lenses iris down. Image becomes structure: knots, braids, brightness wound around absence. The horizon flowers—not black but subtraction, devouring glare. Beyond, the universe distorts into a bowl where galaxies pour toward a hidden drain.
The broadcast shifts. The astronomer speaks first principles: hydrogen, gravity, patience. They narrate the star’s will—how it grew, fed, reached for balance, found appetite. They confess errors—maps as beliefs, instruments flattering makers. Then language strips to bone: wavelengths, periods, ratios—the hard nouns that do not break.
A flare hammers the hull. Plasma arcs write equations across mirrors, brief and bright. The station rings like a bell struck by a god. The suit chars in a lichen pattern like continents on a world no one will walk. They reach the transmitter core, open shielding, seat the final crystal—reserved for endings.
Countdown begins. The star folds again. A filament rises, snaps, the observatory sliding closer to never. The astronomer stabilizes the beam, corrects for time’s slow wind, keeps speaking. The voice does not tremble. The tremble belongs to matter.
The last paragraph is calibration tone. When light nears the limit of speech, signal converts: speech to noise, noise to ladder, transmission to measure for any mind that may find its echo. The star’s edge brightens until color leaves, and for a heartbeat longer than a heartbeat the observatory, astronomer, and mathematics share one shape.
Then the light closes its eye, and the broadcast goes on without them.
--mod ambient haze, --mod rim light, --mod dynamic composition, --mod highlight scatter, --mod specular control
Prompt: A powerful snow angel with majestic wings is running through a snowy landscape, adorned in a shimmering armor and a fur-lined cape. The background features snow-covered pine trees and a starry night sky, with a bright star shining overhead. The angel wields a glowing staff, radiating magical light, as a small, gentle white goat follows alongside. The atmosphere is mystical and enchanting, blending elements of fantasy and adventure.
Prompt: A psychedelic cat, full body seen, composed of intricate Mandelbrot fractals and geometric patterns, kaleidoscopic and symmetrical, like a stained glass mosaic and a prismatic explosion at once, vibrant neon, jewel, and cosmic colors, swirling shapes, glowing outlines, mesmerizing and hypnotic, surreal dreamlike cosmic background, fractal explosions blending seamlessly, highly detailed, digital art, 4K resolution, ultra dense, visually overwhelming in a beautiful way
Prompt: A serene elf with delicate branches for hair sits gracefully on the ground, her long roots intertwining with the soil beneath her. What would be her hair is made entirely of long roots. She wears flowing red garments that contrast beautifully with the greens of the earth. From the soil around her, vibrant flowers bloom and lush grass spreads outward, radiating life. Sunlight filters softly through the scene, illuminating her ethereal form and the natural energy connecting her to the land. Fantasy illustration style, detailed and atmospheric, with rich colors and magical realism.
Prompt: A warm, magical Christmas scene in an oil painting style with thick, textured brushstrokes. A mixed-race woman with long braided hair and a Caucasian man with a beard and long hair stand together, smiling as they look at a large, beautifully lit Christmas tree. Snow gently falls around them in a cozy village, soft glowing lights reflecting on the snow, creating a festive, enchanting atmosphere. Rich colors, thick impasto textures, and a dreamy painterly quality.
Prompt: An inter-dimensional ethereal entity taking the form of a woman’s face, translucent and glowing, emerging within a microscopic universe. The viewer is inside molecules and atoms. Surrounding her are swirling protons, neutrons, electrons, muons, quarks, and diverse subatomic particles, all rendered as luminous energy orbs, trails, and geometric structures. The scene feels cosmic and microscopic at the same time, surreal and sacred, with particles drifting through a vast quantum space.
Prompt: Textured impasto floral painting featuring yellow, red, and orange blossoms with stems that appear almost three-dimensional, they have a little space between them. heavy oil paint applied with exaggerated sculptural brushstrokes and palette knife ridges, thick raised paint catching light and casting subtle shadows, rich dimensional layers, soft diffused directional light to enhance texture, harmonious color blending, dreamy painterly atmosphere, elegant fine art style, deep background with desaturated purple tones, low contrast and softly blended to push the flowers forward, museum-quality, tactile surface
Prompt: Full body portrait of a beautiful strong goddess, style by Thomas Kinkade+David A. Hardy+Carne Griffiths+Mandy Disher, key light reflecting in eyes, perfect composition and lighting, half vivid colors fine art, best quality, high detailed, detailed faces, 2d, flat, cute, adorable, fairytale, storybook detailed illustration, cinematic, ultra highly detailed, tiny details, beautiful details, mystical, luminism, vibrant colors
Prompt: Full body portrait of a beautiful strong goddess, style by Thomas Kinkade+David A. Hardy+Carne Griffiths+Mandy Disher, key light reflecting in eyes, perfect composition and lighting, half vivid colors fine art, best quality, high detailed, detailed faces, 2d, flat, cute, adorable, fairytale, storybook detailed illustration, cinematic, ultra highly detailed, tiny details, beautiful details, mystical, luminism, vibrant colors
Prompt: "A mind-blowing oil on canvas masterpiece by Karol Bak and Daniel Merriam: a chaotic cityscape where dreamlike clockwork insects built from sacred geometry and impossible architecture drift through prismatic skies. Dazzling stained-glass butterflies, the size of houses, cast fractal shadows on psychedelic cobblestone streets lined with doors that lead into interdimensional gardens and melting towers. The meticulous Polish folk-art patterns of Karol Bak intertwine with the whimsical, baroque fantasy of Merriam, infused with the surreal subconscious logic of Dali and the lyrical, childlike abstraction of Paul Klee. Every inch of the canvas is a hyper-detailed universe of symbolism and color—gilded gears turn without purpose, staircases ascend into nebulas, and jewel-toned flora sprouts from old books, all rendered in thick, luxurious impasto strokes that give the impossible scene a breathtaking physical presence."
Style Fusion: Psychedelic metaphysical surrealism, visionary art, European folk fantasy.
Mood: Awe-inspiring, mysterious, whimsically profound.
Technical: Ultra-high detail, luminous glazes, deep chiaroscuro, rich impasto texture.
Prompt: (masterpiece, best quality, ultra-detailed:1.6), Zdzisław Beksiński style:1.4, surreal cosmic biomechanical art, multilayer rendering, dramatic lighting, highest resolution
A vast, desolate golden desert beneath a bruised, apocalyptic sunrise sky. Floating above the dunes are colossal jellyfish-like entities, eerie and biomechanical rather than beautiful. Their translucent bells resemble stretched flesh and tattered canvas, exposing clockwork rib structures and skeletal frameworks within.
Their glowing tentacles are formed from chains, vertebrae, sinew, and fibrous cables, drifting and twitching as if alive. The world is post-human and silent, devoid of life.
Color palette: sickly golds, deep rust, morbid blues and purples, heavy shadow contrast.
Lighting is stark and directional, casting long surreal shadows across the desert.
Atmosphere: dreamlike apocalypse, melancholic, unsettling, quietly grotesque.
Style: cosmic horror surrealism
Mood: eerie, awe-inspiring, desolate
Prompt: Charon across the styx, folk-horror, nightmare Voodoo, necromancer woman.
Genetic decay and rot.
Uber-Lovecraftian, hyper eldritch and quite gothic.
Warhammer Fantasy vibes.
Biotech of the future: The heavenly jellyfish Kleanna maintains atmospheric and climatic balance.
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1536 X 1536
(2.36 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A masterpiece of fantasy realism. A huge, translucent jellyfish, glowing with a dim, light yellow light, hovers in the night sky above a dark plain with the lights of a small town in the distance.
Prompt: An ethereal figure cloaked in white rides a majestic albino deer, traversing a path shrouded in dense fog, the figure's face obscured by a tightly wrapped white headdress, the deer's antlers are grand and pale, the scene is a muted palette of whites, grays, and subtle greens, creating a dreamlike quality, a low-angle perspective enhances the grandeur, diffuse lighting softens forms and contributes to the mysterious atmosphere, the textures of cloth and fur are rendered with subtle detail, the overall mood is one of serene mystery and otherworldly stillness, evocative of folklore and myth.
Prompt: A bioluminescent tree with a thick, textured, dark blue trunk that branches into multiple limbs, each limb holding unique, fractal-like tree shapes in various colors such as white, light blue, peach, yellow, and green. The background features light-gold patterned mandalas on the top left, a bright orange and reddish-yellow glow from the upper right, and a teal to dark blue gradient descending to an ocean-like surface at the bottom with light reflections.
Prompt: The painting captures a moment of absolute, resonant magic. We are looking at a sleeping, snow-blanketed forest world from within—as if standing at the very heart of a crystal ball.
In the foreground, framing the view, are the branches of an old fir tree, heavy with frost. Each needle is not merely white, but glows with an inner light, as if carved from lunar sapphire. The snow on them does not lie, but *flows*, like frozen milk or the finest porcelain.
Yet the gaze is irresistibly drawn to the center of the canvas—to a clearing. There stands not a fir tree, but the **Tree of Time**. Its trunk is the dark velvet of night, studded with tiny, shimmering points like distant galaxies. Its branches, however, are pure light. They fork like icy rivers or lightning bolts frozen in a dance, and on each branch hang not ornaments, but **glittering orbs**.
Inside each orb is a whole world: in one, a miniature blizzard of silver specks rages; in another, an amber garden blooms; in a third, tiny sailboats drift on a sea of liquid topaz. These are not mere decorations—they are capsules of the passing year, preserving its dreams, hopes, and accomplishments.
And around the Tree in the air, like living sparks, float **spirits of the holiday**. They are incorporeal, mere ripples of light: amber like tangerine peel, scarlet like desire, emerald like the promise of spring. Their trails on the snow leave not shadows, but a faint, phosphorescent glow.
Above it all reigns the sky—not black, but of a deep, velvety violet, indigo hue. Across it drift not clouds, but **gossamer, mother-of-pearl veils**, through which the light of invisible stars filters. And the brightest, the polar star, shines directly above the crown of the Tree, casting a long, perfectly sharp shadow-path that leads straight to the viewer, like an invitation to step into the painting.
The air in the canvas seems so frosty and pure, one wants to breathe it in. And if you look closely enough, you can see: the silence here is tangible. It is in the frozen diamond snowflakes, in the soundless dance of light, in the held breath of the sleeping forest, ready to awaken at any moment to the first chime of a bell that is about to sound just beyond the edge of the canvas.
This is not merely a "winter landscape." It is a portal. A moment when reality grows thin, and you can hear the slow, quiet chime of the Universe's gears turning, winding up the mechanism for a new miracle.
Prompt: (masterpiece, best quality, ultra-detailed:1.6), Zdzisław Beksiński style:1.4, surreal cosmic biomechanical art, multilayer rendering, dramatic lighting, highest resolution
A vast, desolate golden desert beneath a bruised, apocalyptic sunrise sky. Floating above the dunes are colossal jellyfish-like entities, eerie and biomechanical rather than beautiful. Their translucent bells resemble stretched flesh and tattered canvas, exposing clockwork rib structures and skeletal frameworks within.
Their glowing tentacles are formed from chains, vertebrae, sinew, and fibrous cables, drifting and twitching as if alive. The world is post-human and silent, devoid of life.
Color palette: sickly golds, deep rust, morbid blues and purples, heavy shadow contrast.
Lighting is stark and directional, casting long surreal shadows across the desert.
Atmosphere: dreamlike apocalypse, melancholic, unsettling, quietly grotesque.
Style: cosmic horror surrealism
Mood: eerie, awe-inspiring, desolate
Prompt: ((Realistic Details Watercolor Art Style)): At the end of summer the Photorealistic Surreal liminal space with (((glowing magical flower made out of ghostly transparent flames in the water))) in the style of hyperrealistic cityscapes, volumetric rays through broken stained glass, wet and dripping, dystopian Dutch surrealism landscape, Smoky foggy background, dramatic skies, digital painting and drawing, mixed Josephine Wall and Andy Kehoe (Dreamlike art style). Watercolor, Museum Epic Impressionist Maximalist Masterpiece, Thick Brush Strokes, Impasto Gouache, thick layers of gouache watercolors textured on Canvas, 32k Resolution, Matte Painting
Prompt: 1930s. Art Deco, Lovecraftian , Genetic, magical, ritual. ((Woman in a test tube)), Decadent girl and necromancy. She has (((Pearlescent, shimmering))) skin.
((Buxom and voluptuous)), obviously.
Ensure all significant elements remain within boundaries.
Some kind of masterpiece would be nice.
(((Subtly))) (((Very Cosmic horror, much eldritch, ((100% body horror)) and hyper Lovecraftian))).
Satanic nostalgia, glory.
Ink and oil on paper.
Subtle hints of Luca Pacioli in the background.
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.