Prompt: In the heart of an ancient forest, hidden from the prying eyes of humans, lies the enchanted Land of Fairies. This mystical realm, shrouded in secrecy and magic, is a haven for the ethereal beings known as fairies. Within this land, every aspect of nature teems with life and wonder, where every tree whispers secrets of old and every stream sings melodies of the ages.
As you step into this realm, you are greeted by a kaleidoscope of colors. The foliage seems to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, and flowers of every hue carpet the forest floor. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of blossoms, mingled with the faint scent of fairy dust. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground below.
The inhabitants of the Land of Fairies are as diverse as the flora and fauna that surround them. There are pixies with delicate wings shimmering like stained glass, flitting from flower to flower with boundless energy. Elves, tall and graceful, move with an elegant fluidity, their eyes sparkling with ancient wisdom. Sprites, mischievous and playful, dart through the underbrush, leaving trails of laughter in their wake.
At the heart of the land stands the Fairy Queen's palace, a majestic structure woven from vines and adorned with blooming roses. The palace seems to blend seamlessly with the natural world around it, as if it were grown rather than built. Within its walls, the Fairy Queen holds court, her presence radiating grace and power. Her courtiers, dressed in robes of shimmering silk and adorned with jewels, attend to her every whim.
But not all is harmony in the Land of Fairies. Deep within the forest, in the shadowy corners where the light does not reach, lurk dark forces bent on destruction. Malevolent spirits and wicked creatures plot to overthrow the Fairy Queen and plunge the land into chaos. Yet the fairies are not defenseless, for they wield magic more powerful than any mortal weapon.
Prompt: In the heart of a dense forest stood a majestic waterfall, its cascading waters singing a haunting melody. Surrounding it was an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional cry of a lone bird.
In a secluded cave behind the waterfall, lived a solitary figure named Ezra. He was a man of solitude, haunted by his past. His days were spent in silent contemplation, his only company the memories that tormented him.
One stormy night, as the rain pounded relentlessly, Ezra heard a faint cry for help. Ignoring his instincts to remain hidden, he ventured out into the downpour. There, lying on the forest floor, was a young girl, barely conscious and shivering from the cold.
With trembling hands, Ezra carried her to his cave, where he tended to her wounds. As the days passed, a fragile bond formed between them, thawing the ice around Ezra's heart.
But fate had cruel intentions. One morning, as Ezra ventured out to gather firewood, he stumbled upon a grim sight. Half-buried beneath the soil, he found a weathered skull, a silent witness to the tragedies of the past.
Haunted by the discovery, Ezra returned to the cave to find the girl gone, leaving behind only a note. In it, she confessed her love for him but revealed a terminal illness that would soon claim her life.
Heartbroken and consumed by grief, Ezra returned to the waterfall, his tears blending with the perfect blues of the cascading waters. Alone once more, he cried out into the abyss, his soul shattered by the loss of the one who had brought light into his darkness.
And so, beneath the watchful gaze of the waterfall, Ezra mourned the love he had found and lost, his cries echoing into the void, a haunting melody of sorrow and despair.
Prompt: Down the block, there's an antique shop
And something in my head said, "Stop, " so I walked in
On the counter was a cardboard box
And the sign said, "Photos: twenty-five cents each"
Black and white, saw a '30s bride
And two lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house
The kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime
The kind you don't put down
And that's when I called you and it's so hard to explain
But in those photos, I saw us instead
And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other
In another life, you still would've turned my head even if we'd met
On a crowded street in 1944
And you were headed off to fight in the war
You still would've been mine
We would have been timeless
I would've read your love letters every single night
And prayed to God you'd be comin' home all right
And you would've been fine
We would have been timeless
'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this
So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine
We would've been timeless
I had to smile when it caught my eye
There was one of a teenage couple in the driveway
Holdin' hands on the way to a dance
And the date on the back said 1958
Which brought me back to the first time I saw you
Time stood still like somethin' in this old shop
I thought about it as I started lookin' 'round
At these precious things that time forgot
That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs
Story of a romance torn apart by fate
Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did
And I'd die for you in the same way if I first saw your face
In the 1500s off in a foreign land
And I was forced to marry another man
You still would've been mine
We would have been timeless
I would've read your love letters every single night
And run away and left it all behind
You still would've been mine
We would've been timeless
'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this
So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine
Prompt: Beneath a moonlit sky, where the shadows fall,
A haunting tale begins, a story to recall.
A skull in the moonlight, whispers of the past,
A waterfall of memories, rushing ever fast.
Prompt: In a secluded Japanese village, delicate cherry blossoms bloom in soft pastel shades. The petals float gently through the air, gracing quiet, cobblestone streets, and serene ponds, creating a peaceful, dreamy haven.
Prompt: Lush meadow landscape, vibrant wildflowers, tranquil ambiance, youthful figure with back turned, cascading long hair, futuristic armada soaring above, grand sci-fi architecture, dramatic cloud formations, dynamic arrangement, intricate artwork, realistic style infused with fantasy elements, rich and lively colors, soft natural light, masterful brushstrokes, captivating and emotive setting, inspired by Simon Stålenhag and John Harris, showcased on ArtStation.
Prompt: Imagine a Candy Crush land with soft pastel hues, where gentle hills of marshmallow rise beside peppermint rivers. Lollipop trees sway lightly, and the air is sweet with hints of vanilla.
Prompt: In the eerie town of Ravenwood, where the mist curled around ancient oaks like ghostly fingers, a group of friends gathered for a Halloween night they'd never forget.
As they wandered through the shadowy streets, they stumbled upon an abandoned mansion rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a long-deceased sorceress. Ignoring the warnings, they dared each other to enter.
Inside, the air grew thick with a palpable sense of dread. Suddenly, the doors slammed shut, trapping them inside. Panic set in as they realized they were not alone. Whispers echoed through the halls, and ghostly apparitions danced in the flickering candlelight.
Desperate to escape, they searched for a way out but found themselves ensnared in a labyrinth of dark corridors and hidden passages. Each turn led them deeper into the heart of the mansion's secrets.
But as the clock struck midnight, they discovered the truth: the sorceress was not a vengeful spirit but a guardian, protecting the mansion from an ancient evil that lurked within its walls.
With her guidance, they banished the darkness and found their way back to safety, forever changed by their Halloween adventure in Ravenwood. And as dawn broke, they vowed to return every year, keeping the sorceress's memory alive and the town safe from harm.
Prompt: Overflowing champagne glass, tears blending with bubbles, somber atmosphere, dimly lit room, reflective surface, subtle color palette of blues and grays, elegant and sophisticated style, high realism, emotional depth, chiaroscuro lighting, digital art, Artstation.
Prompt: In the vivid depths of the subconscious, a surreal landscape unfolds. Swirling hues of electric blues and neon greens dance across the canvas of the mind, morphing and merging into fantastical shapes. Imposing structures reminiscent of ancient temples rise and fall, their architectural intricacies shifting with each passing moment.
Strange creatures, born from the amalgamation of familiar forms, roam this dreamworld with an ethereal grace. Wings of iridescent feathers carry them through the ever-changing scenery, while eyes of endless depth gaze knowingly into the abyss of the psyche.
As the dreamer traverses this phantasmagorical realm, whispers of forgotten memories echo through the corridors of the mind. Fragments of the past intermingle with visions of the future, blurring the boundaries between reality and illusion.
In this kaleidoscopic dreamscape, time loses all meaning, and the boundaries of perception dissolve into infinity. Every corner holds a new revelation, every shadow conceals a hidden truth waiting to be uncovered.
And as the dream reaches its crescendo, the boundaries between dreamer and dream begin to blur, until at last, they become one with the pulsating energy of the cosmos, forever lost in the depths of the deep dream.
Prompt: Imagine a tranquil dawn, where pastel hues gently streak across the sky, casting a soft, diffused light over a serene meadow. A gentle breeze rustles through the leaves of towering trees, creating a soothing whisper. The distant chirping of birds harmonizes with the gentle babble of a nearby brook. Amidst this symphony of nature, the air carries the delicate fragrance of wildflowers, enveloping you in a cocoon of tranquility and peace.
Prompt: In a world where the skies are an endless expanse of pearlescent hues, and the ground beneath shimmers like mother-of-pearl, lies a realm unlike any other. Here, the very air is suffused with a gentle luminescence, casting an ethereal glow upon everything it touches. The flora and fauna of this world have adapted to thrive in this radiant environment, their colors vibrant and iridescent.
Rivers meander through valleys, their waters crystal clear and reflecting the iridescence of the sky above. Coral reefs, aglow with phosphorescent light, teem with life beneath the surface of the pearlescent seas.
The inhabitants of this world are a diverse array of beings, each possessing a unique beauty that mirrors the splendor of their surroundings. They live in harmony with nature, cherishing the delicate balance that sustains their pearl world.
Yet, beneath the surface tranquility, there are whispers of ancient mysteries waiting to be unraveled. Legends speak of hidden realms where the very essence of pearls holds the key to unlocking unimaginable power.
In this pearl world, every shimmering facet holds a story, every glimmer a secret waiting to be discovered amidst the iridescent beauty of this enchanting realm.
Prompt: Nestled between towering mountains and lush valleys lies the Land of Peace, a sanctuary untouched by the chaos of the outside world. Here, tranquility reigns supreme, and harmony fills the air with its gentle embrace. As you step into this idyllic realm, a sense of calm washes over you, soothing your weary soul and quieting the noise of the outside world.
The landscape of the Land of Peace is a masterpiece of natural beauty, with rolling meadows carpeted in wildflowers and babbling brooks winding their way through verdant forests. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor. The air is alive with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.
At the heart of the land lies the Sanctuary of Serenity, a sacred space where seekers of peace come to find solace and renewal. The sanctuary is a place of quiet contemplation, with tranquil gardens and bubbling fountains that soothe the senses and quiet the mind. Here, the inhabitants of the land gather to meditate, to reflect, and to connect with the beauty of the natural world.
Surrounding the sanctuary are quaint villages and rustic cottages, where the people of the land live in harmony with nature and with each other. Community is the cornerstone of life here, with neighbors coming together to support one another and to celebrate the joys of life. There is no need for conflict or competition in this land of plenty, for abundance flows freely and all are welcome to partake.
But the Land of Peace is not without its challenges. Forces of discord and disharmony seek to disrupt the tranquility of this sacred place, spreading fear and doubt among its inhabitants. Yet the people of the land are resilient, and they stand united in their commitment to preserving the peace that they hold so dear.
In the end, the fate of the Land of Peace rests in the hands of those who call it home.
Prompt: In the realm of fantasy, where the mundane meets the extraordinary, lies the ethereal landscape of Arcanum Haven. This land, painted with the vibrant strokes of imagination, is a testament to the boundless creativity of its inhabitants. Here, the sky is not merely blue but a kaleidoscope of shimmering hues, blending cerulean with amethyst and hints of iridescent silver.
Mountains soar to impossible heights, their peaks crowned with crystalline formations that catch the light and refract it into a thousand colors. Valleys are carpeted with verdant mosses that glow with an otherworldly luminescence, casting an enchanting glow upon the landscape.
Rivers meander through the land, their waters flowing not with earthly hues but with liquid sapphires and emeralds, reflecting the ever-changing colors of the sky above. And in the heart of Arcanum Haven stands the Enchanted Forest, where trees with leaves of gold and silver sway in the gentle breeze, casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor.
But perhaps the most wondrous sight of all is the Aurora Veil, a shimmering curtain of light that dances across the heavens, painting the night sky with hues unseen in the mortal realm. In Arcanum Haven, reality is but a canvas, and the colors of fantasy reign supreme.
Prompt: Ultra realistic illustration, a stunningly beautiful greek gothic goddess of chaos played by jordyn jones and dove cameron and margot robbie and taylor swift and megan fox and katie melua.
Prompt: In the remote village of Raven's Hollow, nestled deep within a dense forest, whispered tales of a cursed mansion sent shivers down the spines of the bravest souls. Legend spoke of the Ghastly Manor, where the tormented spirits of its former inhabitants roamed freely, hungering for vengeance.
Centuries ago, the mansion's owner, the sinister Lord Blackwood, delved into forbidden rituals to attain eternal life. His dark desires twisted the very fabric of reality, unleashing unspeakable horrors upon Raven's Hollow. The villagers, horrified by his atrocities, banded together and burned the mansion to the ground, sealing Lord Blackwood's fate within its charred remains.
But the flames failed to extinguish the evil that lurked within. Decades passed, and the ruins of Ghastly Manor became a forbidden place, avoided by all who valued their sanity. Yet, on the anniversary of the inferno, whispers echoed through the forest, drawing unsuspecting wanderers into its malevolent embrace.
Those unfortunate enough to step foot inside were met with chilling apparitions, tortured souls forever trapped in a nightmarish limbo. The air thickened with despair as phantom cries pierced the silence, echoing the agony of those long forgotten.
One fateful night, a group of thrill-seekers dared to challenge the legends, lured by the promise of untold terror. As they ventured deeper into the decrepit halls, shadows danced menacingly, twisting reality into a waking nightmare.
Each room held a new horror, from ghastly specters to grotesque manifestations of fear itself. Desperate screams reverberated through the corridors as the group frantically sought an escape, only to find themselves ensnared in the mansion's sinister grip.
In the heart of Ghastly Manor, they discovered the wretched spirit of Lord Blackwood, his ethereal form writhing in agony as he beckoned them closer. With a bloodcurdling howl, he condemned their souls to an eternity of suffering, binding them to death
Prompt: Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay
Just an hour 'til your car's in the driveway
Just the first time ever hangin' out with you tonight
I've got my money on things goin' badly
Got a history of stories ending sadly
Still hoping that the fire won't burn me
Just one time, just one time
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
And I want you now, wanna need you forever
In the heat of your electric touch, mmm
I've been left in the rain lost and pining
I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying
'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart (whoa)
I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone
I've grown accustomed to sleepin' alone
Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right
Just one time, just one time
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
And I want you now, wanna need you forever
In the heat of your electric touch
I was thinking just one time (just one time)
Maybe the stars align (just one time)
And maybe I call you mine
And you won't need space
Or string me along while you decide
And just one time (just one time)
Maybe the moment's right (the moment's right)
It's 8:05 and I see two headlights
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch (oh)
All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life
Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
And I want you now, wanna need you forever
In the heat of your electric touch, mmm
Prompt: In the quiet town of Willowbrook, young Emily grew up amidst the gentle rustle of maple leaves and the comforting scent of her grandmother's apple pies. But beneath the picturesque facade lurked a shadow that would forever alter Emily's world. One fateful autumn evening, a drunk driver careened through the sleepy streets, shattering the tranquility with a deafening crash. Emily's parents, returning from a rare date night, never made it home.
Left orphaned and alone, Emily found solace in the embrace of her grandmother, the only family she had left. But tragedy wasn't finished with her yet. Cancer crept into her grandmother's body like a silent thief, stealing her warmth and wisdom. Emily watched helplessly as the disease consumed the only anchor in her turbulent sea.
With her world shattered and her heart heavy with grief, Emily now navigates life's stormy waters alone, haunted by memories of the family she once had and dreams of the future that will never be. Each day is a struggle to find meaning in a world that seems determined to break her spirit, but she carries on, a fragile vessel adrift in a sea of sorrow.
Prompt: Once, in a quaint pottery studio nestled in a forgotten corner of town, there lived an artisan named Evelyn. Her hands, seasoned with the clay's touch, sculpted wonders that stirred souls. Yet, amidst her creations, lay a peculiar piece—an exquisite porcelain heart, its surface etched with delicate fractures resembling whispers frozen in time.
Legend whispered of a love unfulfilled, of a heart shattered by the cruelty of fate. Inspired by the tale, Evelyn poured her passion into the porcelain, infusing it with the essence of longing and loss.
Each crack told a story—a tale of love found and lost, of dreams unfulfilled and promises broken. The heart, though fragmented, exuded a haunting beauty that captivated all who beheld it.
Over time, the chattered heart became a symbol of resilience, a testament to the enduring power of love. Its story spread far and wide, drawing seekers of solace and hope to Evelyn's studio.
And so, the chattered heart endured, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of human emotions, a reminder that even in brokenness, there lies beauty and strength.
Prompt: A charming coastal village in France with cobblestone streets, quaint cottages, vibrant flower boxes, and fishing boats bobbing in a serene harbor. The scent of fresh baguettes fills the air.
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.
