Prompt: Kharak Brightscale
As you approach, a dragonborn with shimmering golden scales catches your eye. Kharak stands confidently in the marketplace, his arm glowing softly as he speaks to the spirits around him, and you can't help but feel a sense of warmth radiating from him, as if his presence promises healing and hope.
Kharak is a revered healer in the bustling town of Emberhollow, known not just for his potent potions and restorative magic but also for his ability to commune with the spirits of the land. What sets him apart from others in his profession is his unique ability to use ancient dragonborn techniques that incorporate both spiritual and physical healing, a skill passed down from generation to generation in his family.
Currently, Kharak is at the town's central marketplace, eager to share his knowledge and find adventurers in need of assistance. He has been particularly active these days, hoping to gather allies for an expedition into the treacherous Whispering Woods to uncover a rare herb rumored to amplify healing capabilities, motivated by a deep commitment to aid his ailing mentor.
Kharak has a distinct shimmering golden scale along his right arm that ripples with light whenever he performs magic. He often rubs this scale as he focuses on spells, creating a mesmerizing pattern that captivates onlookers, while occasionally speaking softly to himself, as if consulting the spirits before he acts.
Despite his outward calmness, Kharak harbors a deep-seated fear of failing to live up to his family's legacy. He secretly grapples with the shame of once losing a patient due to his inexperience, which drives him to seek out powerful herbs, believing they may restore his confidence as a healer
Prompt: The abandoned red brick factory looming on the horizon amongst the glorious rundown buildings of the west cram full of tall skyscrapers shaped like the most artistic buildings
Desert Chronicles: The Vowed silent Knight's Quest
Model:
DreamForge
Size:
768 X 768
(0.59 MP)
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Prompt: A sad, broken, abandoned, anthropomorphic rusty armored preist with peeling paint on his armor snd sheild and Oxidized copper patina on the armor and sheild, is standing alone, holding a book in his hand, looking off across all the empty land of grass and buttes interspersed with boulders. Subtle bokeh effects.
The entire composition exudes an aura of grief and loss, with an intense focus on texture, dynamic pose capturing despair. Unframed. Strong earthy colors.
Prompt: “It would be better if you always came at the same hour,” asked the Fox. “For example, if you come at four o’clock, I will feel happy from three o’clock. And the closer to the appointed hour, the happier. At four o’clock I will already begin to worry and be anxious. I will know the price of happiness!”
japanese fox spirit
Prompt: evil murderous Pumpkin scarecrow dancing in the field at night Wearing a trench coat. Whimsy scene with comical crows sitting on the scarecrow. Creepy trees and shining moon. In the style of Tim Burton.
A warlock singing lich's delight under a full moon
Model:
MirageMaker
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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Prompt: evil murderous Pumpkin scarecrow dancing in the field at night Wearing a trench coat. Whimsy scene with comical crows sitting on the scarecrow. Creepy trees and shining moon. In the style of Tim Burton.
Prompt: A floating cyclops ball with eye stalks and with red human style lips that surround a single central eye. Around the outside of the lower lip are by many tentacles dangling with eyes on the end. The central eye in the lips is that a beholder The background is that of the hendry forest with leafless gnarly looking trees and meandering hendry creek in the style of Flo 'n Images on a very misty day. Hairy bats are flying around, the bats are furry. Halloween ambiance with the witch at a slight oblique angle viewing the viewer
Prompt: Artist Jean-Baptiste Monge style. A 17 year old, thin, ginger haired medieval tailor's son, alone in the dark woods, armed with a 15 inch scissor blade. A nervous, frightened look on his face. quest of the Taylor's son
Prompt: A winding path to the interior of the psyche. An old, narrow general store whose walls and floor are composed of the roots and leaves of the world tree. The smell of delicious fruits, tea and herbal medicines. A cheerful, warm moment. Open windows overlooking the jungle and abundant light. Tropical houseplants and dried herbs. Facing the cheerful street. Detailed and superbly crafted oil paintings in the Pieter de Hooch style. Trees in the back courtyard. this is a high elven house
Prompt: A winding path to the interior of the psyche. An old, narrow general store whose walls and floor are composed of the roots and leaves of the world tree. The smell of delicious fruits, tea and herbal medicines. A cheerful, warm moment. Open windows overlooking the jungle and abundant light. Tropical houseplants and dried herbs. Facing the cheerful street. Detailed and superbly crafted oil paintings in the Pieter de Hooch style. Trees in the back courtyard. this is a high elven house
Prompt: beholder. A floating cyclops ball with eye stalks and with red human style lips that surround a single central eye. Around the outside of the lower lip are by many tentacles dangling with eyes on the end. The central eye in the lips is that a beholder The background is that of the hendry forest with leafless gnarly looking trees and meandering hendry creek in the style of Flo 'n Images on a very misty day. Hairy bats are flying around, the bats are furry. Halloween ambiance with the witch at a slight oblique angle viewing the viewer
Prompt: Guardians baseball cleveland baseball team. a fire fighter dressed in a guardians uniform cheering. a police woman dressed in a different guardians uniform cheering. a military man dressed in a guardians deew uniform cheering. and a medical dressed in a guardians uniform.
Prompt: fantasy City part of a large keep. old, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, Anton Pieck style watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful. Bright colors of an old city that once was the most beautiful in the world. the buildings are taller than the clouds and more magical than the elves
Prompt: fantasy City part of a large keep. old, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, Anton Pieck style watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful. Bright colors of an old city that once was the most beautiful in the world. the buildings are taller than the clouds and more magical than the elves
Prompt: fantasy City part of a large keep. old, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, Anton Pieck style watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful. Bright colors of an old city that once was the most beautiful in the world. the buildings are taller than the clouds and more magical than the elves
Prompt: fantasy City part of a large keep. old, Jean-Baptiste Monge style, Anton Pieck style watercolor, ink. Picturesque and colorful. Bright colors of an old city that once was the most beautiful in the world. the buildings are taller than the clouds and more magical than the elves
Prompt: The city rose on low hills, like steps climbing to a center. Another wall encircled that center, shining pure white and running over the hills. Inside that were even more towers and domes, white and gold and purple, their elevation atop the hills making them seem to look down on the rest of Caemlyn. Rand thought that must be the Inner City of which Bunt had spoken.
The Caemlyn Road itself changed as soon as it was inside the city, becoming a wide boulevard, split down the middle by broad strips of grass and trees. The grass was brown and the tree branches bare, but people hurried by as if they saw nothing unusual, laughing, talking, arguing, doing all the things that people do. Just as if they had no idea that there had been no spring yet this year and might be none. They did not see, Rand realized, could not or would not. Their eyes slid away from leafless branches, and they walked across the dead and dying grass without once looking down. What they did not see, they could ignore; what they did not see was not really there.
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.
Prompt: Outside the great wall, buildings clustered as if every town he had passed through had been gathered and set down there, sidebyside and all pushed together. Inns thrust their upper stories above the tile roofs of houses, and squat warehouses, broad and windowless, shouldered against them all. Red brick and gray stone and plastered white, jumbled and mixed together, they spread as far as the eye could see. Baerlon could have vanished into it without being noticed, and Whitebridge swallowed up twenty times over with hardly a ripple.
And the wall itself. The sheer, fiftyfoot height of pale gray stone, streaked with silver and white, swept out in a great circle, curving to north and south till he wondered how far it must run. All along its length towers rose, round and standing high above the wall's own height, redandwhite banners whipping in the wind atop each one. From inside the wall other towers peeked out, slender towers even taller than those at the walls, and domes gleaming white and gold in the sun. A thousand stories had painted cities in his mind, the great cities of kings and queens, of thrones and powers and legends, and Caemlyn fit into those minddeep pictures as water fits into a jug.Half a dozen of the Queen's Guards stood at the gates, their clean redandwhite tabards and burnished plateandmail a sharp contrast to most of the people streaming under the stone arch. Backs rigid and heads straight, they eyed the incomers with disdainful wariness. It was plain they would just as soon have turned away most of those coming in. Aside from keeping a way clear for traffic leaving the city, though, and having a hard word with those who tried to push too fast, they did not hinder anyone
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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