Prompt: Moody composition of a woman in front of big moon rising over ocean with waves, 8 k, powerful, intricate, elegant, digital painting, highly detailed, sharp focus, illustration, concept art in the styles of Angela Betta Casale & Sergio Cerchi, ruan jia, steve mccurry, beksinski
Prompt: In this surreal and enchanting illustration, we witness the breathtaking sight of a magnificent Grass King - a lion composed ent
irely of vibrant, green grass. Each blade of grass forms the lion's powerful muscles, mane, and tail, swaying gently in the breeze. The contrast between the fierce nature of a lion and the peaceful, life-giving nature of the grass is beautifully depicted. Subtle details such as wildflowers intertwined within the mane add a touch of whimsy. The perspective of the image draws the viewer in, whether it's a fierce roar with the lion's grassy maw wide open or a serene scene of the lion gazing out across a vast, imagined savanna landscape, hinted at through swirling lines and brushstrokes. A vibrant red flower blooms from the tip of the lion's tail, adding a pop, painting
Prompt: On a moonless night, so dark and deep,
A raven flew, a secret to keep.
Its wings were black as midnight's shroud,
Its beady eyes, so piercing and proud.
With feathers sleek, and talons sharp,
It soared above, without a harp.
Its croaky caw, a haunting sound,
Echoed through the misty ground.
Through forests dense, it glided low,
Its ebony plumage in eerie glow.
A creature of mystery and dread,
It filled the night with silent dread.
The Black Raven, a harbinger of gloom,
A messenger from beyond the tomb.
Its presence spoke of doom and plight,
A symbol of darkness, a bird of the night.
So heed its warning, if you dare,
For in its eyes, a message rare.
Beware the shadows, beware the dark,
For the Black Raven leaves its mark.
Prompt: In Tennessee, a tale is told,
Of a spirit feared, mysterious and bold.
A haunting legend, known so well,
Of the Bell Witch, an eerie spell.
It started with a farmer named John Bell,
His family, tormented by an unseen spell.
Banging on walls, voices in the night,
A force that filled them all with fright.
The Bell Witch, they called the ghost,
A malevolent spirit, feared the most.
It whispered secrets, foretold their fate,
Unleashing fear they couldn't abate.
The witch took many forms, they say,
A black dog, a rabbit, night and day.
It laughed, it mocked, it scratched and bit,
Its presence a terror, a harrowing fit.
The Bell family tried to flee,
But the witch pursued with malicious glee.
It taunted them with knowledge unknown,
A torment that chilled them to the bone.
Word of the witch spread far and wide,
As curious visitors came to the Bell's side.
But the witch's wrath, it did not abate,
It grew more powerful, full of hate.
In the end, John Bell succumbed,
To the Bell Witch, his fate was numbed.
The spirit vanished, leaving mystery behind,
A legend that lingers, a tale enshrined.
The Bell Witch, a legend so old,
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.