Prompt: a crater that is 100 feet deep and has a circumference of 50 feet that has the magical fantasy city around it ruined for 50 feet leaving rubble and ruins. inside the crater is the ruins of a temple
Prompt: Gnarled face of the nature death god.
Serene enigma of anger.
That's not really serene is it? I dig buzzwords though.
Alcohol ink effect, In the style of Boris Vallejo, Sardax, John Blanche and Henry Patrick Clarke.
Prompt: monster, night time, with the glow of neon lights the tattooed halfling gang members chilling in the alley in the cutlass of the bottoms of the cram
Prompt: temple or shrine. The roof is made of dragon scales or dragon skin. the colors are vibrant shiny and beautiful. the walkways are also paved with dragon scales or dragon skin.
Prompt: A poor young man wanders in a dark alley lit by an old lamppost which reveals a little fog. He cries and hides under a long, dilapidated coat, worn by time, a coat reaching down to his knees. His shoes have holes. He wears an old hat trimmed with a white feather that he stole from a pigeon. He likes to feed the pigeons who accompany him and who are his only friends. A fine drizzle falls gently on them.
Prompt: fantasy anime dwarf vox machina A poor young man wanders in a dark alley lit by an old lamppost which reveals a little fog. the dwarf is in a dank dark alley with tall brick walls. He cries and hides under a long, dilapidated coat, worn by time, a coat reaching down to his knees. His shoes have holes. He wears an old hat trimmed with a white feather that he stole from a pigeon. He likes to feed the pigeons who accompany him and who are his only friends. A fine drizzle falls gently on them.
Prompt: Crayon sketch. Ghostly haunted ships with limply hanging sails, complicated rigging, anchored near shore, people running out of the water, eerie fog, mysterious atmosphere, colorful figures in baroque clothing stand at the front of the wooden brown bridge, detailed rigging, dark and ominous mood and foggy surroundings, inspired by Anton Pieck
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: 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
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: 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
Prompt: souless frightening woman A stunning depiction of a mysteriously powerful spiritual human, characterized as a mighty and exquisitely beautiful woman. She symbolizing quiet strength and spiritual optimism. The atmosphere exudes a romantic impressionism blended with nature core elements, set against a swirling blue sky, her eye are hyper-realistic. This hyper-realistic matte painting masterpiece is rendered in 8k resolution, blending hyper surrealism with intricate, ultra believable details. A close-up black-and-white portrait focuses on her curious expression, enhanced by exaggerated layers clown makeup. Her long flowing bright ruby-red fiery hair is streaked with silvery white streaks, while she wears tattered and torn white linen off the shoulder rags, creating a contrast. The mood of the scene captures a haunting blend of Stephen King-themed horror with a spiritual undertone on a black background.
In the style of: Tyler Jacobson, Gerald Brom, Yoshitoshi, Tsukioka, Hokusai.
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.