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.
Prompt: Comics style image. Imagine a heartwarming scene where a charming dog, dressed as a baker, is running a cozy bakery. Some customers are sitting at the pantry. The dog is happily baking bread in the oven, with the warm, golden loaves filling the shop with a delightful aroma. Sunlight streams through the bakery windows, casting a soft, golden glow across the room and creating a welcoming atmosphere. The combination of the sun's warmth and the enticing smell of freshly baked bread makes the scene feel both comforting and joyful, soft lighting, 8k. HDR. High resolution. Extremely detailed.
Prompt: Comics style image. Imagine a heartwarming scene where a charming dog, dressed as a baker, is running a cozy bakery. Some customers are sitting at the pantry. The dog is happily baking bread in the oven, with the warm, golden loaves filling the shop with a delightful aroma. Sunlight streams through the bakery windows, casting a soft, golden glow across the room and creating a welcoming atmosphere. The combination of the sun's warmth and the enticing smell of freshly baked bread makes the scene feel both comforting and joyful, soft lighting, 8k. HDR. High resolution. Extremely detailed.
Prompt: A woman stands confidently in the center of a tranquil outdoor scene. She has a curvaceous figure and her hands rest gently on her hips. Her skin tone is medium with a sun-kissed sheen. The woman has bright fuchsia hair that is styled voluminous and wavy and falls past her shoulders.
She wears a striking red knit textured bikini top and contrasting black bikini bottoms with a simple design. Her facial features include well-defined eyebrows, captivating bright eyes, a small nose, and full lips with a hint of pink that complement her playful expression.
In the background, a rustic stone arch creates a natural frame, covered in patches of moss and adorned with delicate ivy and shrubbery, suggesting a mix of natural decay and growth. Behind the arch, a calm lake is partially shrouded in mist, suggesting the stillness of early morning. A weathered boat rests on the shore to the right. In the foreground, a dog with light brown fur sits looking up intently, giving the scene life and camaraderie.
The atmosphere is peaceful with hints of wild nature, as reflected in the overgrown greenery clinging to the old surfaces and the calm waters of the lake.
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: 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: Full body image of a messy and sexy young blonde woman. Her outfit and face are soiled with food when preparing a breakfast. A huge mess in the kitchen. Kitchen in the background. Extremely detailed. Crisp quality. HDR. High resolution.
Prompt: Light transparent blue fluorescent glass ball with vibrant ancient roman village inside, ball floating inside sphere standing on futuristic levitation rod, mixed color fusion, fluorescent details, high definition, realistic, extremely detailed, high definition, mystical
Enchanting Cosmos: A Celestial Handcrafted Creation
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
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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
Rushing inside of me
Prompt: Create an image depicting a dramatic scene with winged demons and terrified female amazon warriors in a chaotic, mythological struggle near water. Mystical. HDR. High resolution. Extremely detailed.
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 bakery was a symphony of scents: warm bread, rich butter, and the faint sweetness of vanilla. At its heart stood an elderly woman, her hands gnarled with flour, but her eyes still bright with passion. Her apron, white once, was now a patchwork of flour stains and memories. She was a living testament to the bakery, its history etched into every line on her face.
Beside her stood a young woman, her blonde hair pulled back in a haphazard bun, her face a mask of concentration. She was learning the ancient art of baking, under the watchful eye of her mentor. The older woman's hands moved with an effortless grace, measuring, mixing, and kneading with a rhythm born of decades of practice. Her voice, soft and melodic, explained the nuances of each step, the importance of temperature, the feel of the dough.
The young woman's hands were clumsy at first, her measurements hesitant. But with each passing moment, she grew more confident, her movements mirroring her teacher's with increasing precision. The air between them was thick with shared focus, a silent conversation of flour and sugar. As the cake batter filled the mold, it was as if they were creating something more than just a dessert; they were weaving together time, tradition, and the promise of a new baker. Mystical. HDR. High resolution. Extremely detailed.
Prompt: As the sun dips below the horizon, casting long, dancing shadows across the still waters of the tropical bay, a magical transformation begins. The sky ignites in hues of orange, pink, and purple, reflecting in the calm lagoon. Tiny, thatched huts dot the shoreline, their silhouettes stark against the vibrant canvas.
With the fading daylight, the bay awakens to a secret life. A mesmerizing luminescence creeps across the water, like stardust spilled across a liquid mirror. Each ripple, each stroke of a paddle, ignites a constellation of tiny, glowing organisms. The small huts, now bathed in the ethereal glow, appear as if plucked from a dream. It's a scene of otherworldly beauty, where the boundaries between sky, sea, and land blur into a breathtaking spectacle. Mystical. HDR. High resolution. Extremely detailed.
Prompt: Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass
Prompt: The bakery was a symphony of scents: warm bread, rich butter, and the faint sweetness of vanilla. At its heart stood an elderly woman, her hands gnarled with flour, but her eyes still bright with passion. Her apron, white once, was now a patchwork of flour stains and memories. She was a living testament to the bakery, its history etched into every line on her face.
Beside her stood a young woman, her blonde hair pulled back in a haphazard bun, her face a mask of concentration. She was learning the ancient art of baking, under the watchful eye of her mentor. The older woman's hands moved with an effortless grace, measuring, mixing, and kneading with a rhythm born of decades of practice. Her voice, soft and melodic, explained the nuances of each step, the importance of temperature, the feel of the dough.
The young woman's hands were clumsy at first, her measurements hesitant. But with each passing moment, she grew more confident, her movements mirroring her teacher's with increasing precision. The air between them was thick with shared focus, a silent conversation of flour and sugar. As the cake batter filled the mold, it was as if they were creating something more than just a dessert; they were weaving together time, tradition, and the promise of a new baker. Mystical. HDR. High resolution. Extremely detailed.
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.
