Prompt: Create with fun (as a superhot female does) only by circles and triangles a fusing scene:
Gavin, remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
We have changed but we're still the same
After all the past helixes
I know we're cool, C-cool,
I know we're coo;-> oo-Circles and /triangles\ with your new girlfriend\/
So far from where we two have been <
I know we're cool
I know we're c8vl
C-cool, I know we're c**l.
<Masterpiece in cheerful and fun mood, detailed and expressive>to>cool features, by Mary Blair or by Blair Mary.>
Prompt: Only 33 triangels (drawen by slim silver pen) with starry vertices and 11 circles (drawen by bolder gold pen by doublelines) with starry flies on outer perimeter.
Only instead of a muse, I was sometimes kissed by moths
Model:
MirageMaker
Size:
1280 X 720
(0.92 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Only 33 triangels (drawen by slim silver pen) with starry vertices and 11 circles (drawen by bolder gold pen by doublelines) with starry flies on outer perimeter.
Prompt: Randomly scatter large golden stars across the blues dark blue-black sky; then proceed with maximum surgical precision from one corner of the picture with exactly this definition:
1) connect each star with a shiny silver thread to the two nearest stars, but only so that the threads do not intersect in the space outside the star, 2) if a star cannot be connected in this way, then do not connect it at all, 3) after completing all possible connections in this way, find the unconnected stars, find to each one the nearest unconnected star and always create a golden circle based on both them, on which they will lie; 4) if still exist some stars without connection by thread or out of a circle, let explode.
Prompt: A ballerina dances dynamically expressive dance around beautiful fountain(creating fascinating patterns of gushing streams) amidst square (Stary Rynek) on pavement made from variously shaped paving stones - elegance in Milada Lenfeldová painting style, dreamy and fantasy, using three successive shots of her moving-dancing (in a wide circle) around the fountain: the composition should suggest the movement of the ballerina and her sweat dripping&flying away as splash paint and the movement of the gushing water, while the background with a smogy cityscape in Jean Baptists Monge style remains still.
A spicy, speedy surreal-to-abstract oval vector frame of the artwork is inspired by fusion of following: (Feelings like razor blates - razors my ballerinas And on a deserted day Desolate nipples.) + (We're strange here and basically still With hell and an angel Before we know it.) + (Razor blades on the body! Razor blades in the body!! Razors in the hair!!! Razor blades and one stitch /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ ) [from Jennifer Lommers, Victor Vasarely, Daniel Merriam and Picasso styles -> into dominant razor blades theme like by Maurits Cornelis Escher ].
The resulting whole (of the artwork and its frame) highlighting a fast, swirling and graceful dance movement further emphasized by the splashes of sweat and the peacefully gushing soft-colored aesthetic streams of the central fountain in contrast of stable architecture of the cityscape. Intricate attractive complex of unique harmony with the Jeremy Mann ambience-feel, in high resolution painting and great 64K πD dreamlike quality.
Prompt: Kann man Herzen brechen
Können Herzen sprechen
Kann man Herzen quälen
Kann man Herzen stehlen?
Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
Doch seh ich dann nach unten weg
Da schlägt es links
Links
64K ♫D
+[Very bold frame like extremely detailed intricate and layered painting by semi-transparent colors inspired by Julie Mehretu, Victor Vasarely, Daniel Merriam, Jennifer Lommers with mesmerizing patterns inspired by letters LINKS, graceful fantasy elements, dreamlike quality, high resolution]
very heavy feels.
Prompt: Macho with two beautiful women on vacation in Machu Picchu - they walk slowly while he holds them both by waists - or below. Those very attractive women wiggle like elegant pythons - oh no, they're programmers, but right now they're only programming this man - man who tosses his slightly graying mane (inspired by Franz Marc).
{Create it with hate = you can caricature them, use expressionism, because the one on the right is my wife..}
64K ♫D, very heavy dark feels
Prompt: It's getting dark, the shadow is quietly singing
a song about the darks in which it is getting lost
The West is burning, what else left to it,
the night is creeping in, the day is falling
It's getting dark, the stream is flowing from the banks
It's taking off its cloak of solid nets
Peace is running away from war through the window
The black candle is shining black
The twilight of the gods is here again
Of gods and goddesses
It has emerged from all corners
Of bedrooms and kitchens
The twilight of the gods
The sky is yawning at you
The twilight of the gods
GOTT IST TOT!
(Horror tones stylization, mysterious apocalyptic atmosphere, sense of devastation and passed beauty, mystical weak dimy sharp light reflecting off the misery, horror narrative tone of fusion of Bára's revived, heavily dyed highly fantasy fears, oh fears; with Remedios Varo feel)
[Very bold frame like extremely detailed intricate and layered painting by semi-transparent colors inspired by Julie Mehretu, Victor Vasarely, Joan Miró, Daniel Merriam, Jennifer Lommers with mesmerizing patterns, graceful fantasy elements, dreamlike quality, high resolution]
64K ♫D, very heavy dark feels.
Prompt: It's getting dark, the shadow is quietly singing
a song about the darks in which it is getting lost
The West is burning, what else left to it,
the night is creeping in, the day is falling
It's getting dark, the stream is flowing from the banks
It's taking off its cloak of solid nets
Peace is running away from war through the window
The black candle is shining black
The twilight of the gods is here again
Of gods and goddesses
It has emerged from all corners
Of bedrooms and kitchens
The twilight of the gods
The sky is yawning at you
The twilight of the gods
GOTT IST TOT!
(Horror tones stylization, mysterious apocalyptic atmosphere, sense of devastation and passed beauty, mystical weak dimy sharp light reflecting off the misery, horror narrative tone of fusion of Bára's revived, heavily dyed highly fantasy fears, oh fears)
[Frame like extremely detailed intricate and layered painting by semi-transparent colors inspired by Julie Mehretu, Raqib Shaw, Peter Doig, with mesmerizing patterns, graceful fantasy elements, dreamlike quality, high resolution]
64K ♫D, very heavy dark feels.
Prompt: It's getting dark, the shadow is quietly singing
a song about the darks in which it is getting lost
The West is burning, what else left to it,
the night is creeping in, the day is falling
It's getting dark, the stream is flowing from the banks
It's taking off its cloak of solid nets
Peace is running away from war through the window
The black candle is shining black
The twilight of the gods is here again
Of gods and goddesses
It has emerged from all corners
Of bedrooms and kitchens
The twilight of the gods
The sky is yawning at you
The twilight of the gods
GOTT IST TOT!
(Horror tones stylization, mysterious apocalyptic atmosphere, sense of devastation and passed beauty, mystical weak dimy sharp light reflecting off the misery, horror narrative tone of fusion of Bára's revived, heavily dyed highly fantasy fears, oh fears)
[Frame like extremely detailed intricate and layered painting by semi-transparent colors inspired by Julie Mehretu, Raqib Shaw, Peter Doig, with mesmerizing patterns, graceful fantasy elements, dreamlike quality, high resolution]
64K ♫D, very heavy dark feels.
Prompt: I cry Sahel dust not because i'm stingy, but because my gulch~path to
not dry brook bed is too long to be contained within even 19:6 picture. You are after long time the first, who's bare shoulder sweats so much that it sticks the dust of my "tears" to itself and so together we draw a map to the water (on your pale body).
Senegal art. Poets of the sadness.
Poets of the scream. Poets of the despair. Mapping without GNSS.
Prompt: A ballerina dances dynamically expressive dance around beautiful fountain(creating fascinating patterns of gushing streams) amidst square (Stary Rynek) on pavement made from variously shaped paving stones - elegance in Milada Lenfeldová painting style, dreamy and fantasy, using three successive shots of her moving-dancing (in a wide circle) around the fountain: the composition should suggest the movement of the ballerina and her sweat dripping&flying away as splash paint and the movement of the gushing water, while the background with a smogy cityscape in Jean Baptists Monge style remains still.
A spicy, speedy surreal-to-abstract oval vector frame of the artwork is inspired by fusion of following: (Feelings like razor blates - razors my ballerinas And on a deserted day Desolate nipples.) + (We're strange here and basically still With hell and an angel Before we know it.) + (Razor blades on the body! Razor blades in the body!! Razors in the hair!!! Razor blades and one stitch /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ ) [from Julie Mehretu, Jackson Pollock and Picasso styles -> into dominant razor blades theme like by Maurits Cornelis Escher ].
The resulting whole (of the artwork and its frame) highlighting a fast, swirling and graceful dance movement further emphasized by the splashes of sweat and the peacefully gushing soft-colored aesthetic streams of the central fountain in contrast of stable architecture of the cityscape. Intricate attractive complex of unique harmony with the Jeremy Mann ambience-feel, in high resolution painting and great 64K πD dreamlike quality.
Prompt: A man of desperation
Slowly goes insane_
White toadstools
I will gather
In the woods
Oh-ho-ho-ho, Oh-ho-ho-ho
White toadstools
Whiter than the snow
I dream they'll end
My need for tenderness
Oh-ho-ho-ho, Oh-ho-ho-ho
I won't wake up in this world
But maybe in the next
White toadstools
I will gather
In the summer
Oh-ho-ho-ho, white toadstools
Oh-ho-ho-ho, white toadstools
= The abstract masterpiece as one natural fusion of all those scenes into one picture out of time - (with poisonous white mushrooms Destroying Angel).
Prompt: When the wheels spun O.K.
It seemed easy - burn it away, forget 'n' get wet
Burn the energy, try to fly
Find the shortest way
On my knees I did persuade you
To let it go
And I gave my life another
Destiny, but
Life, being the main wonder
It dies when you tread it down to fit your ease
What is gone away still won't loose
You can never kill the truth and hide the memory
,
There's my blues and he moans
And I just can't turn him off
He will paint all of my days
In sentimental shades of shame
I made you suffer
Even more and I swore
I will never again
Sing a lethal lullaby
Prompt: A highly detailed portrait of a beautiful surreal butterfly perched on the nose of an older nerd-man, covering his eyes and eyebrows with its large wings, reminiscent of polarized sunglasses with an ultramodern shape and natural~butterfly frames. The bold words NO INSECT (composed of mosaic-like calligraphic letters) on the wings~glasses are a hyper-detailed blend of natural shapes and the provocative statement. His lips are covered in a snow-crystal sheen of tartaric acid, which perfectly matches the meaning of the inscription. The rest of his head is shrouded in an elegant haze of aroma(bouquet) of white wine, which covers his cheeks and merges with his hair and beard, creating a contrast between softness and structure. The overall mood is avant-garde, stoically reactionary - mixing the symbolism of wild & bloodthirsty nature with the contemporary glorification of idealized natural symbols.
Prompt: hyper-realistic the grain and textures of the wood very defined wood abstract art of a woman's profile using wood stained in various colors art styles pieces of wood form the silhouette of the woman mosaic.ᎩᗩᏆᔑ(◠‿◠), photo, 3d render, wildlife photography, illustration, conceptual art
Prompt: A surreal oil painting of a blonde woman with tousled bob haircut, expressive red lips, windblown hair, deep gaze — painted with thick impasto and bold palette knife strokes, layered textures and rich detail. Gothic elegance with dramatic shadows, vibrant light-purple and dark-green accents flowing through the composition. Background faded into abstract cityscapes in Vorticism style, strokes of black ink and raw canvas. Strong emotional intensity, masterful brushwork, textured expressionism
Prompt: Each day follows the next, as bland, as bland,
As hooded monks from cells through cloisters shamble.
Thick grey mutes flaming hues, gains upper hand,
Quenching to blend what eyes cannot unscramble,
The skies of grey, from the grey dappled earth,
The curved horizon’s livid, pallid dearth.
All rained with ash, all mixed and all oppressing,
In half-light’s sham, with half-shade gathered in;
Sight blankly stares into the smoke, egressing
Into the gloom, tasting of dampened tin.
At once the soul seeks night, yet yearns for day,
Keen to imbibe the dark, yet scald with fire,
Pacing the room in careworn disarray.
The final ennui of dingy light, inspired
By rained down ash, the gloom of that demise,
In that grey without shape or edge or feature,
No quivering hues, nor riot color-wise,
To creeping shadows all being stretched, suppressing.
And wearied soul in sadness acquiescing.
Prompt: A surreal landscape features one abnormally big and very very high bloom of Asperula tinctoria L. shaped like a wind power plant with 3 petals fluttering in nice breeze. The sun sets in the background, casting a warm glow over the scene, with birds flying peacefully nearby.
Yes, it all is clearly very very beautiful hardest bloomwashing (=new sort of old-school good greenwashing).
Clean lines by Patrick Nagel add uncanny enhanced by daylight reflections like by Jacek Yerka; movement and vibes are like by Ernst Haas and David Choe.
Prompt: The *******Iskra******* logo******* twenty*******seven times
(..or 28 times? Hard to say!
Yeah)
The atmosphere is first dark and sparkless, with dark shadows emphasizing the contrast between before and after.. But then (after the payment notification chime), everything sparkles & lights up :-o
Prompt: I've seen your face hundred times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home°
You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes°°
I've seen your face thousand times
Everyday we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home°°°
Prompt: What I wanted it already got
Now I look like I’m losing it
I’m drowning in tears
I’m putting things right back.
It seems to me again
That hell are the other ones
I’m dreaming again.
I think I’m alone
And that hurts you a little bit
Hmm a little sore
Over the wrong grave I weep
That everyone in every sentence is lying to me
Wronged sad smile
Justice peace and quiet gone are
It seems to me again
That hell are the other ones
I’m dreaming again.
I think I’m alone
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
And that hurts you a little bit
A to tě trochu bolí
Prompt: Rich visual echos (due to vault of magic sky, that creates them) of this model scene:
333 silver (fire)engines splashed water over 333 silver roofs, yeah!!!
/// three hundred and thirty-three water jets inspired by Esteban Maroto, Maurits Cornelis Escher and Julie Mehretu \\\
Prompt: The landscape is a foggy rural summer landscape, oil colours in exact natural shades, impressionism, dots of insects, masterpiece inspired by František Kaván but with vibrant colours.
Prompt: That feeling when you want to give a 'like' to someone's dream so much and when you try, you find out you've already done it before!!!:
{
Two silhouettes of figure adorned with elaborate floral patterns, holding a broken red heart against a vibrant, stormy sunset, in a mystical forest setting with soft lighting and a sense of magical realism, in the style of Gustav Klimt with a contemporary twist. The both silhouettes are versions of the each other = one's figure: they differ only in age, abilities, beauty, doubts, fading strength, enthusiasm, naivety, determination, memory.. (what did I forget?).
Fiery orange, yellow, and crimson hues dominate the sky, with streaks of dripping red paint evocative of rain of likes. The shoreline, rocky and textured, is bathed in the fiery colors of the sky/likes. Abstract waves and splashes of paint depict waters of memories. Dark, high, rocky hills rise in the background, creating a dramatic landscape of unattainable hopes.
}
The composition is a mix of realism and abstraction: the silhouettes are clearly defined while the surreal background is expressively abstract = surreal, dreamlike, almost post-memorial landscape. The perspective is from slightly above, focused on the figures. The overall mood is melancholic and quiet, yet vivid. Expression is one of contemplation, style is abstract, painterly, with a textured and dynamic quality. Vibrant color palette, graphic lines, expressive brushstrokes.
Prompt: That feeling when you want to give a 'like' to someone's dream so much and when you try, you find out you've already done it before!!!:
{
Two silhouettes of figure adorned with elaborate floral patterns, holding a broken red heart against a vibrant, stormy sunset, in a mystical forest setting with soft lighting and a sense of magical realism, in the style of Gustav Klimt with a contemporary twist. The both silhouettes are versions of the each other = one's figure: they differ only in age, abilities, beauty, doubts, fading strength, enthusiasm, naivety, determination, memory.. (what did I forget?).
Fiery orange, yellow, and crimson hues dominate the sky, with streaks of dripping red paint evocative of rain of likes. The shoreline, rocky and textured, is bathed in the fiery colors of the sky/likes. Abstract waves and splashes of paint depict waters of memories. Dark, high, rocky hills rise in the background, creating a dramatic landscape of unattainable hopes.
}
The composition is a mix of realism and abstraction: the silhouettes are clearly defined while the surreal background is expressively abstract = surreal, dreamlike, almost post-memorial landscape. The perspective is from slightly above, focused on the figures. The overall mood is melancholic and quiet, yet vivid. Expression is one of contemplation, style is abstract, painterly, with a textured and dynamic quality. Vibrant color palette, graphic lines, expressive brushstrokes.
Prompt: That feeling when you want to give a 'like' to someone's dream so much and when you try, you find out you've already done it before!!!:
{
Two silhouetted figures adorned with elaborate floral patterns, holding a broken red heart in a mystical forest setting, with soft lighting and a sense of magical realism, in the style of Gustav Klimt with a contemporary twist. The both figures are versions of aech other against a vibrant, stormy sunset. Fiery orange, yellow, and crimson hues dominate the sky, with streaks of dripping red paint evocative of rain of likes. Large, red celestial bodies hang in the sky, interspersed with splattered, speckled orange and yellow. The shoreline, rocky and textured, is bathed in the fiery colors of the sky/likes. Abstract waves and splashes of paint depict water action. Dark, rocky hills rise in the background, creating a dramatic landscape.
}
The composition is a mix of realism and abstraction; the figures are clearly defined while the background is expressive. The perspective is from slightly above, focused on the figures' interaction.
The overall mood is melancholic and quiet, yet vivid. Expression is one of contemplation, style is abstract, painterly, with a textured and dynamic quality. Vibrant color palette, graphic lines, expressive brushstrokes. A surreal, dreamlike, almost post-memorial landscape.
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.