Prompt: Blonde girl at the start of 402 races in the city. With a smile on his face, with a scarf in his hand he signals to start. High heels, denim shorts, red crop top. A light blue 1955 Ford Thunderbird and a black Bugatti Chiron are racing. A sultry summer day. The sun illuminates the whole scene.
Prompt: From the shimmering expanse of pearls, a vision of ethereal beauty emerged. Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, stepped onto the shore, her lithe form glistening with droplets of seawater. Her blonde hair, long and flowing, cascaded down her back, framing a face that was both delicate and captivating. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of azure, sparkled with a divine light.
Two imposing guards, their faces etched with stoic determination, stood at her side. Clad in gleaming armor, they were armed with spears and swords, their presence a testament to Aphrodite's divine status. Their duty was to protect her, to shield her from harm, and to ensure that her beauty and grace were always revered.
As Aphrodite walked along the shore, the waves lapped at her feet, creating a rhythmic melody that seemed to harmonize with her divine presence. The pearls, scattered around her, shimmered like stars in the night sky, reflecting the radiant glow of the goddess. It was a scene of breathtaking beauty, a testament to the power and allure of Aphrodite, the goddess of love.
Masterpiece, realistic details, detailed, impressive color blending, dynamic lighting, contemporary art flair.
Prompt: Epic battle between a giant imaginary ant and blonde female Amazon warrior. Ant attacking with the jaws and Amazon warrior defend with sword and javelin. Amazon warrior dressed in skirt. Ant is red with black jaws. Masterpiece. High resolution. Highly detailed.
Prompt: A young woman, her elegance a stark contrast to the gritty surroundings, stood amidst a throng of vagrants. Dressed in a tailored suit and high heels, she exuded an air of refined sophistication that seemed out of place in the dangerous neighborhood. Her hair, styled in a sleek chignon, framed her delicate features, and her eyes, a piercing shade of sapphire, scanned the crowd with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
The vagrants, their faces etched with hardship and despair, eyed her with a mixture of envy and disdain. Some saw her as a symbol of wealth and privilege, a reminder of their own misfortunes. Others were simply intrigued by her presence, drawn to her like moths to a flame.
Despite the danger that lurked around her, the young woman remained composed. She held her head high, her shoulders squared, and her gaze unwavering. She was a lone star in a dark sky, a beacon of hope in a world of despair
Prompt: Christmas time. Snow on the busy street. Elegantly dressed red-haired lady gives coins to a small gypsy girl with big eyes dressed in rags sitting on the sidewalk in the snow begging for the money. A little dog lies next to a little girl while. Snow falls everywhere. People pass by in a hurry bearing gifts
Prompt: In a dimly lit, antique shop, a man and a woman browsed the eclectic collection of items. The man, dressed in a timeless suit, was drawn to the vintage gramophone, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns on its case. The woman, wearing a modern dress, was captivated by the holographic display, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched the images dance across the screen.
Prompt: A young blonde woman, barely 27, stands confidently beside a hulking red truck. Her white t-shirt is smudged with grease, and her jeans shorts are rolled up to reveal her slim, tanned legs. Her hands, soft and manicured, are expertly navigating the complexities of the truck's engine.
With a focused expression, she inspects the engine, her eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. She listens intently to the rhythmic thump of the engine, her ear attuned to any irregularities. A toolbox sits open at her feet, filled with an assortment of wrenches, screwdrivers, and other tools of the trade.
As she works, she exudes an air of competence and determination. The truck, once a symbol of masculine power, is now under her control. She is a truck driver, a woman who defies stereotypes and proves that skill and knowledge have no gender.
Prompt: Lying in the arms of night
In the shadows of the firelight
Suspended by this feeling of fading away
I wanna run away with you
So meet me by the cut through
Together we'll make our sweet escape
The highest state of art
The way you wear your heart
The way you hold my heart
Under a canopy of stars
Where thought and truth divorce
In that latticework of dreams we are shameless
I wanna run away with you
Somewhere they cannot undo
Together we'll make our sweet escape
I wanna run away tonight
Just leave everything behind
Together we'll make our sweet escape
In the shadows out of sight
Like ghosts in ultraviolet
Prompt: Hot summer day in the flowerful garden. Young, little very brave robin is opposed to black-white cat to defend a piece of food that is between them. The robin with angry face spread his wings to look bigger and more powerful while the cat showing sharp teeth, arched its back to scare the robin detailed illustration, lively and dynamic composition, soft natural lighting, realistic style, high-resolution,
Prompt: Lying in the arms of night
In the shadows of the firelight
Suspended by this feeling of fading away
I wanna run away with you
So meet me by the cut through
Together we'll make our sweet escape
The highest state of art
The way you wear your heart
The way you hold my heart
Under a canopy of stars
Where thought and truth divorce
In that latticework of dreams we are shameless
I wanna run away with you
Somewhere they cannot undo
Together we'll make our sweet escape
I wanna run away tonight
Just leave everything behind
Together we'll make our sweet escape
In the shadows out of sight
Like ghosts in ultraviolet
Prompt: The world had fallen into darkness, a void swallowed by the remnants of a civilization long gone. A group of survivors huddled together, their silhouettes stark against the moonless night. Fear was a tangible presence, a cold breath down their necks as they navigated the treacherous terrain.
The group was a motley crew, bound together by necessity rather than choice. A grizzled old man led the way, his eyes sharp with experience. A young woman, her face etched with worry, clung to his arm. A silent man, his face hidden in shadows, guarded their flanks. They moved cautiously, each step a gamble, their hearts pounding in their chests with every passing moment.
Their footsteps echoed in the desolate streets, each crunch of debris a haunting reminder of the world they had lost. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a constant companion in their journey. Their torches flickered in the wind, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mock their vulnerability.
The darkness was their enemy, a relentless force that sought to consume them. But they were survivors, their spirits unbroken. They would fight, they would endure, and they would find a way to reclaim the light.
Prompt: The old pick up trucks trailing dust
Fenders of chrome they rattle and hum
Seashells washed ashore down by the sandy shore
The old ships in the shipyard
So baby pull on your blue jeans shorts
Don't wait for the hour to give birth to doubt
Prompt: Create full body image depicting Wonder woman angrily facing Superman at midnight on a hill above the New York city. Fierce look. Clenched fists. Orange and blue lightnings and heavy clouds in the background. Buildings and skyscrapers with illuminated windows at the bottom of the background. Rich colors, fantasy, substance, intricate, digital masterpiece
Prompt: Lying in the arms of night
In the shadows of the firelight
Suspended by this feeling of fading away
I wanna run away with you
So meet me by the cut through
Together we'll make our sweet escape
The highest state of art
The way you wear your heart
The way you hold my heart
Under a canopy of stars
Where thought and truth divorce
In that latticework of dreams we are shameless
I wanna run away with you
Somewhere they cannot undo
Together we'll make our sweet escape
I wanna run away tonight
Just leave everything behind
Together we'll make our sweet escape
In the shadows out of sight
Like ghosts in ultraviolet
Prompt: In this picturesque harbor scene, colorful fishing boats bob gently in the tranquil waters, their reflections shimmering in the sunlight. Along the waterfront, quaint cafes with charming outdoor seating overlook the harbor, their umbrellas providing shade for patrons enjoying a leisurely meal or drink. Seagulls glide gracefully overhead, adding to the idyllic atmosphere of this coastal village. The scene is completed by the backdrop of rolling hills and lush greenery, creating a sense of peace and serenity.
Prompt: Armed female Amazon warrior stood before them, a stark contrast to the refined elegance of the English court. Her skin, a rich vanilla hue, was adorned with intricate tattoos that told tales of battles won and spirits conquered. Her eyes, green and piercing, held a fierce determination that belied her lithe frame. Fiery red hair fluttered to the beat of the music. Clad in a leather warrior's garb, her swords gleaming in the soft candlelight, she moved with a grace that belied her formidable strength.
Her dancing movements were fluid and powerful, a dance that was both a celebration of her people and a demonstration of her warrior prowess. Her feet pounded the floor with a rhythmic cadence, while her hands performed intricate gestures that seemed to weave a story of courage and resilience.
British aristocrats watched in rapture and applauded to the rhythm of the music and dance movements, a tribute to the Amazon warrior who had captivated them all. They had never seen anything like it before. Her dance was a testament to the beauty and strength of her people, a reminder that there was more to the world than their own narrow confines.
Prompt: This place a palace of light drawn with shade
And here you and I lie wreathed in flames
All over a life lived by making up new games
Of gazes and whispers
Even though we've been dancing on broken glass,
Parade all your memories, for the moments we shared
Never fade away
When I walk down the memory lane
Where the night swears its love to the stars
There will be no more tears today, hey hey
Fashioned our armours of empathy's malaise
The end of illusions, who could ever be saved
What's left behind in the storms that we braved
We're going where dreams really come true
And we won't be held back by our fears
Come hell or high water
We'll trust there's a life for us here this way
Prompt: Imagine a vast, quantum computer, dimly lit by the soft glow of holographic displays. The air is thick with the hum of machinery, a symphony of ones and zeros. In this extraordinary setting, a group of tiny developers, no bigger than a grain of rice, are hard at work.
Clad in miniature lab coats and wielding microscopic tools, they navigate the intricate circuitry of the quantum computer. The machine itself is a colossal structure, its quantum gates and qubits towering over the developers like ancient, monolithic structures. Yet, despite its immense size, the developers move with astonishing agility, their tiny fingers dancing across the delicate components.
The developers' task is to program the quantum computer, to harness its incredible power for groundbreaking tasks. They work in teams, their tiny voices echoing through the cavernous space as they discuss algorithms and code. Each success, each breakthrough, is a monumental achievement in their miniature world.
It's a scene of surreal beauty, a blend of science fiction and reality. The developers, so small yet so determined, are pioneers in a new era of computing. Their work, though invisible to the naked eye, has the potential to revolutionize the world.
Prompt: Watercolor drawing of a father pushing his child on a swing on the playground, happy, bliss, enjoyment, reminiscence, colored pencil drawing, memory painting. HDR. High resolution. Extremely detailed.
Prompt: I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the angels are down, I'll be around
With my undying, death-defying soul for you
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin', rushin' inside of me
Prompt: The world had fallen into darkness, a void swallowed by the remnants of a civilization long gone. A group of survivors huddled together, their silhouettes stark against the moonless night. Fear was a tangible presence, a cold breath down their necks as they navigated the treacherous terrain.
The group was a motley crew, bound together by necessity rather than choice. A grizzled old man led the way, his eyes sharp with experience. A young woman, her face etched with worry, clung to his arm. A silent man, his face hidden in shadows, guarded their flanks. They moved cautiously, each step a gamble, their hearts pounding in their chests with every passing moment.
Their footsteps echoed in the desolate streets, each crunch of debris a haunting reminder of the world they had lost. The air was thick with the scent of decay, a constant companion in their journey. Their torches flickered in the wind, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mock their vulnerability.
The darkness was their enemy, a relentless force that sought to consume them. But they were survivors, their spirits unbroken. They would fight, they would endure, and they would find a way to reclaim the light.
Prompt: A stunningly (((hyperdetailed ink art))) drawing in the style of Michael Whelan, featuring a (((gaunt figure))) representing Gravity Reversal, with Dripping Ink, where a (((woman with red eyes and hair standing up))) is also present. Her (((black dress/knights armor with intricate designs))), the (((sky full of clouds))), and a (((distant city))) can all be seen, along with (((ornate patterns juxtaposed against fluorescent antimiminalism))), giving off a (((magical glowing aura))), set against the (((bioluminescent cave made out of glass))) under (((moonlight))). The overall composition exudes a (((dramatic scene))), with (((willow whips floating flames))), advanced digital art techniques that give an (((art inspired by Darksiders))) feel, with highly detailed ink drawings and advanced coloring techniques, creating a (((masterfully composed image))), ideal for digital illustrations or concept art inspiration.
Prompt: Armed female Amazon warrior stood before them, a stark contrast to the refined elegance of the English court. Her skin, a rich vanilla hue, was adorned with intricate tattoos that told tales of battles won and spirits conquered. Her eyes, green and piercing, held a fierce determination that belied her lithe frame. Fiery red hair fluttered to the beat of the music. Clad in a leather warrior's garb, her swords gleaming in the soft candlelight, she moved with a grace that belied her formidable strength.
Her dancing movements were fluid and powerful, a dance that was both a celebration of her people and a demonstration of her warrior prowess. Her feet pounded the floor with a rhythmic cadence, while her hands performed intricate gestures that seemed to weave a story of courage and resilience.
British aristocrats watched in rapture and applauded to the rhythm of the music and dance movements, a tribute to the Amazon warrior who had captivated them all. They had never seen anything like it before. Her dance was a testament to the beauty and strength of her people, a reminder that there was more to the world than their own narrow confines.
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.
