Prompt: shopkeeper appeared, watching you with wide, knowing eyes. “Enjoy your photo,” he said with a grin.
The old man is a slender figure, standing tall yet slightly hunched from years of wear. His frame seems frail but wiry, like an ancient tree that has weathered countless seasons. His face is a landscape of deep lines and wrinkles, each one a silent witness to a thousand untold stories. His skin is leathery and sun-tanned, marked by liver spots and the pale scars of old injuries, mementos of a life that was once vigorous and full of adventure. His cheeks are hollow, and his sharp cheekbones stand out prominently, adding a certain dignity to his otherwise delicate face.
Under thick, expressive eyebrows, his eyes are a piercing gray-blue, slightly cloudy with age but still bright with an indomitable spark of wit and wisdom. They are the kind of eyes that seem to look through you, as if they can see past façades and into the core of things. His gaze is intense, yet softened by a deep gentleness, hinting at a man who has come to peace with life’s many mysteries.
A silver beard, meticulously groomed, stretches from his chin, lending him a sage-like air, while his mustache is slightly unruly, curling upward just a bit at the ends. His hair, mostly white with the occasional streak of gray, is swept back but not overly styled, giving him a rugged, effortless grace. He wears a thick woolen scarf around his neck, and his coat is an old, dark trench coat, well-worn and patched in places, suggesting years of loyal service through rain and snow.
His hands, perhaps the most telling part of him, are large and knobby, covered in veins like roots winding through parched earth. The fingers are thick and gnarled, with nails yellowed and chipped, the hands of someone who has spent a lifetime working with them. When he speaks, he gestures slowly but meaningfully, each movement filled with purpose, his voice a rich baritone that has softened with age but still resonates dee
Prompt: an oil painting of a closeup bust of an old bald wrinkled man. he in a near undead look but covered in a slime, he has a pale bright pink hue skin-tone. his eyes are full bright luminescence blue on blue color in what looks like an almost godly eternal aura about him. his presence is both scary and meditating.
Prompt: an oil painting of a closeup bust of an old bald wrinkled man. he in a near undead look but covered in a slime, he has a pale bright pink hue skin-tone. his eyes are full bright luminescence blue on blue color in what looks like an almost godly eternal aura about him. his presence is both scary and meditating.
Prompt: Verse 1 (Fast): I'm a creature from the void, I slip, I slide, I slither
Through the cracks, through the dark, across the stars, I wither
Jumpin’ from a rat to a wolf to a bird
Swap a million times, never feel a single word
In and out, new skin, new face
Got no home, I’m a freakin’ race
Gotta find the one, the host to bleed
Before I burn, before I feed!
Chorus 1 (Fast): I’m the parasite, swapping day and night
Gotta find the body where I fit just right
Through the claws and the wings, through the hearts and the skin
A million bodies, but I’ll find where I win!
(Parasite, parasite, I’m never satisfied!)
(Parasite, parasite, until I find that ride!)
Verse 2 (Fast): Took a spin in a lion, then I slipped through a snake
Tried to rule as a human, but I made a mistake
From a fish to a bear, to a bat in the night
Keep on searching, this ain't feeling right
I need a soul, not just flesh and bone
A place to call my twisted throne
One last body, one final host
I’ll live forever, more than most!
Chorus 2 (Fast): I’m the parasite, swapping day and night
Gotta find the body where I fit just right
Through the claws and the wings, through the hearts and the skin
A million bodies, but I’ll find where I win!
(Parasite, parasite, I’m never satisfied!)
(Parasite, parasite, until I find that ride!)
(Tempo slows down, mellow and deep)
Verse 3 (Slow): Then I see you standing there, in the dark, unaware
Something ‘bout your soul so rare, I think I’ve found my lair
Your heart is pounding, it calls to me
Like a prison where I’ll be set free
No more running, no more roam
Finally found my final home...
Chorus 3 (Slow): I’m the parasite, found my one tonight
In your body, where I fit just right
No more claws, no more skin
I’m locked inside, now we both win
(Parasite, parasite, now I’m satisfied)
(Parasite, parasite, in you I’ll live, I’ll hide)
Outro (Slow): For a million years, we’ll live as one
You’re my host
Prompt: Es nekad nepieskaros zemei, bet paceļos pāri visam,
Rotāts ar spīdumu, kas aizrauj zāles.
Vara simbols klusā rīkojumā,
Uz cienīgajiem, es piešķiru cēlumu.
Kaujās, es palieku nevainīgs un vesels,
Tomēr mana klātbūtne nosaka lomu.
Kas es esmu?
Found dreamdeeply in 2017 /18 and have been merging paintings ever since...
I mostly cross 19th century Realism with any other 20th ism there is...
also since Prompt and Stable diffusion was viable in dream deeply been trying out some ai generated images. though I have mixed feelings about AI mostly in the ethics and legislation aspect of this technology...
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.