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: 1582582:{ Speedpaint portrait [a Cat in dark street] with mixed brush strokes size by Junji Ito; robert oxley! Ismail Inceoglu; Gazelli; M.W. Kaluta; richard anderson; paint splatter; paint drips; drip painting; a masterpiece; 8k resolution; trending on artstation; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate}
Prompt: Orc Krieger
Create an image of a fierce, muscular fantasy warrior who is not human. His skin is a pale reddish hue, indicating a non-human origin. The warrior has a prominent, angled jawline and is captured in a moment of roaring battle cry, showing sharp canines, enhancing his savage appearance. His eyes are narrowed in a wrathful glare with irises of a bright, intense yellow and black pupils. Dark war paint or tattoos streak from his eyes down his cheeks. His forehead is adorned with a tribal, symmetrical white mark, adding to his fearsome look.
The warrior's hair is fiery red and styled in a wild, flowing mane that cascades down to his shoulders. His face is framed by a well-groomed fiery red beard that matches his hair, both contributing to his barbaric yet majestic demeanor.
He wears a spiky, black metal shoulder armor, which gives a menacing silhouette, adding to his intimidating presence. The edges of the armor are sharp and jagged, suggesting it is both a defensive piece and a weapon in its own right.
in the background, the tumultuous orange and red hues of a raging inferno or battlefield set an apocalyptic scene. The blazing backdrop complements the warrior's color scheme and adds to the overall intensity of the image. Flames are engulfing the environment, providing a chaotic and danger-charged atmosphere fitting the warrior's fierce expression and stance.
Prompt: You step into the quaint shop of 'Arcane Curiosities', where the air is thick with the scent of herbs and ancient parchment. Behind the counter stands Ellara Moonshade, her silver hair a striking contrast to her violet eyes filled with mystery, and you can't help but feel that you're in the presence of someone who holds secrets beyond mere trinkets.
Ellara is the enigmatic owner of 'Arcane Curiosities', a small yet astonishingly well-stocked magic shop nestled in a bustling market square. Her shop is renowned for not only having an eclectic collection of spellbooks and potions, but also for her uncanny ability to find rare magical artifacts that others overlook.
Having devoted years to deciphering forgotten tomes and ancient scrolls, Ellara remains in her shop to assist aspiring sorcerers and curious adventurers, hoping that one day a true master of magic might walk through her door to leave a profound impact on the world.
Often seen with her shimmering silver hair cascading in waves, she has the unusual habit of twirling a lock of it around her finger while lost in thought, her violet eyes sparkling with the energy of the magical artifacts surrounding her.
Beneath her calm and knowledgeable exterior, Ellara desperately seeks a legendary spell rumored to grant unparalleled power; however, she fears that if the wrong hands discover her ambition, it could lead to disastrous consequences
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.
Prompt: wanderer in a meadow observing mountains at the crown of Athalas. This is a point of 4 small mountains climbing to one giant mountain in the middle
Prompt: A roll of toilet paper, the roll of power, a roll to rule them all, printed as a single line of text on the roll is a text in glowing runes, runic letters of fire, the roll is on an old oak table in a hobbit house, Tolkien, lord of the rolls, runic text only one single line around the roll
Prompt: A close up view of depressed and impoverished personnel living in relative despair in an area of makeshift housing known as a Hooverville during the Great Depression. this is all japoening at the bottom of a close grouping of extremely
Prompt: Beautiful fairy with angelic face and translucent colorful wings standing in a sunlit meadow with flowers and butterflies and trees around it, oil painting. figures are in a much larger world
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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