Prompt: On an abstract textured background with a cream woven paper texture, modified to a golden hue with scratches and irregularities, create a surreal illustration. Depict the figure of a young woman in a muted dark brown dress with golden abstract lines in the ‘kintsugi’ style, standing in profile, carried away by a strong wind. The young woman's head is tilted slightly downward, and her long, shiny copper-red hair flows horizontally, transforming into amber-gold elongated leaves and sparkling water droplets.
Prompt: Whimsical, heavenly, delicate, cheerful, wildflowers, picturesque. A fairytale village with crooked wooden houses at night. Mysterious glow. Fireflies fly in the meadow.
Prompt: A dreamy scene featuring a silhouette of a long haired young woman sitting on a swing, surrounded by an ethereal glow. The woman is partially draped in a flowing butter yellow, translucent dress that cascades down, blending with the soft light emanating from behind. The ground is scattered with delicate purple petals, creating a whimsical atmosphere. The background is hazy and blurred, evoking a sense of serenity and mystery, with gentle hues of blue and orange blending harmoniously.
Inspired by the poetry of fleeting love and the visual style of Catrin Welz-Stein, Makoto Shinkai, and Tran Nguyen. Dreamy hazy breezy watercolour, wet-on-wet technique, visual poetry, minimalist impressionism, melancholic beauty, soft rainlight, floating textures, no text or symbols.
Prompt: A tranquil scene at dusk featuring a silhouette of a woman sitting cross-legged on a wooden platform by a serene body of water. She has long dark hair tied back, and her skin tone is medium. The woman wears a loose-fitting, flowing robe that drapes elegantly over her body. Surrounding her are several softly flickering candles, casting a warm, gentle glow. The background shows a hazy landscape with distant trees, illuminated by the fading light of the sunset, creating an ethereal ambience. The water reflects the soft light of the candles, enhancing the peaceful atmosphere of the moment.
Prompt: Dreamy hazy breezy watercolor (((Masterpiece))) wet on wet painting, gold sprinkles ultra detailed, gold ratio, Spectacular view, soft edges. A stunning woman with long black hair seen from the back in a red tight dress, and a red umbrella, is seen walking against the backdrop of a whimsical patchwork vibrant ancient gothic neighborhood, with cute crooked alleys and whimsical patchwork crooked makeshift colorful houses. Vibrant colors of gold, blues, purples and fushia and pinks. Intricate details, unique and gorgeous fantasy. Storybook Art. Stunning, awe striking. No frame no artifacts no words.
Prompt: (Realistic Details): At the end of summer the boat in the water, in the style of hyperrealistic cityscapes, Dutch landscape, dramatic skies, digital painting and drawing, majestic ports, mixed Josephine Wall and Andy Kehoe, <(Dreamlike art style)>, Mark Brooks and Dan Mumford, comic book art, perfect, smooth,
Prompt: The goddess of the moon holds the luminous full moon in her hands. Her dress is like the night sky in a dark blue with glittering stars. Her dark hair falls gently over her shoulders. On her forehead a golden crescent shimmers gently, around her forehead and eyes are delicate golden ornaments. Around her neck she wears a golden necklace with a moon pendant. A magical night sky shines in the background.
Prompt: A face emerging from the fog, the face of a mysterious young woman with blue eyes and pink lips and black hair, pointillism, dots, colors, Alfred Siseley,
Prompt: layered and stylized portraiture by Ed Binkley and John Buscema, sassy hues by Man Ray, swaggering and recalcitrant,warped, simplified trippy op-art by Brock Hofer, layered geometrical vector art with orphism, complex coloring with layered hues, angled top to bottom view, soft pastel colors, orphism and geometrical art merged with indiecore, alt-cinema, impressionistic abstracted style and exuding the classical art of branding with visible cracked weathered texture, gorgeous art-nouveau color tones, gradient inking colors in style of Overton Loyd, line-art features, tall and lean details, fiery, layered small stripes, perceptible gradients, HDR, reflections, whimiscal 3d effects by Larry Rivers, watercolor technique inspired by Ed Binkley and Ho Baron, captivating scratchboard illustration style, warm color palette, fine-line style in awesome tessellated industrial design with a stylized linework, metallic-honey, rosewood-pink, light-blue, beige shimmering and slightly exaggerated features, complex coloring, oversprayed spray paint on canvas, nuanced painting and coloring by Jack Kerouac, beautiful stylized illustration, 1960s comic book art, coloring accents, noticeable, wavery inking in hues by Overton Loyd, Colorful Vision on canvas, rim lighting, parallax occlusion 1.3 inspired by Man Ray, color glitch aesthetics, subsurface scattering 1.2, brightness 1.3, dof, debeh, bokeh, ambient occlusion 1.3, raytraced shadows 1.3, colourful surreal line-art, contouring forms, Magical realism, merged styles of John Buscema and Philippe Starck, dyed,nuanced painterly, simplistic outlines, warped, tall and lean details, modernism, complex coloring reminiscent of Keith Haring's style, fine-line art,, juvenile, enlightened, bright, warped watercolor, skin texture, watercolor accents and hues by Margaret Keane, transitions of brightness, overall painting by Richard Serra. intricate geometries, mixed media masterpiece, liminal
Prompt: An illustration of a dreamlike woman emerging from a field of vibrant red flowers, her flowing hair blending into the blossoms. Style inspired by the combined techniques of Marc Chagall and Odilon Redon. Rich jewel tones dominate, with soft brush strokes creating an ethereal atmosphere. The background features surreal, swirling patterns that evoke a sense of depth and movement, inviting the viewer into a whimsical, fantastical world.
Prompt: Alien river valley landscape in the style of Roger Dean, fantastic towering spires with graceful curves arching up into the sky, (Rodney Matthews:1.7), alien creatures, abundant strange foliage, extreme contrast, intense colors, (chiaroscuro:1.9), ultra resolution, dramatic lighting casting shadows and highlights
Prompt: In the towering ruin of a sorcerous throne hall, a black-haired barbarian warrior strides forward in defiance, his broad-shouldered frame locked in combat with the Master of the Black Circle. The scene unfolds at the climax of the tale: vast stone columns rise cracked and scorched, bathed in storm-lit firelight and flickering shadows that spill across broken walls. To the left, upon a dais of ancient stone, rests a great crystal orb glowing with inner flame, its surface veined with molten light. Around it coil four golden serpent statues, fanged mouths agape, their forms catching the fire's gleam like guardians of the sorcerous relic. Stairs sweep upward into smoke, a vanishing ascent into the unseen heights of the palace. At warriors's feet lie fallen soldiers, their armored forms sprawled upon the marble floor, testament to the fury of the struggle. Yet the barbarian stands unbowed, a sword in hand, muscles straining as he raises his arm to strike. Opposite him looms the Master, a dark figure draped in shadowed robes, one arm outstretched, fingers clawing as if to unleash a curse that blackens the very air. The two forces collide in a tableau of willpower and sorcery, the barbarian's raw strength against the abyssal arts of the sorcerer. The chamber itself seems alive in their struggle: embers drift like fiery omens, serpent statues glow as if stirred awake, and the orb radiates an unearthly pulse that stains the columns with ominous color. The composition locks the viewer at eye level, caught in the storm of mythic confrontation, every gesture charged with fate. The black-haired barbarian's stance embodies threshold heroism — chin raised, stride forward, a man incarnating defiance against doom. The Master's silhouette embodies enigma and menace, a void at the edge of vision that hungers to consume the scene. This is not mere battle; it is the forging of legend, a moment torn from the scrolls of eternity, where sword and sorcery clash beneath a canopy of firelit ruin.
--mod archetypal stance, --mod ritual platform, --mod ember glow haze, --mod golden serpent idols, --mod ominous sorcerer silhouettes, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod cinematic contrast, --mod heroic framing, --mod mythic confrontation, --mod architectural ruin grandeur
Prompt: A grand dwarven city built into the side of a fiery volcano, massive stone gates, futuristic mining vehicles, and glowing energy conduits, painted in the style of Rowena Morrill and Ken Kelly, oil painting with dramatic lighting and earthy hues, blending fantasy and sci-fi.
Prompt: On an alien plain under a turquoise and violet sky, a lone armored traveler stands facing the viewer, chin lifted and expression haughty confidence, superimposed on a colossal machine grown into monument. The ground glows magenta, its ridges catching the light like scar tissue, and twin planets hang in the heavens above. The traveler wears emerald-toned space armor with clean heroic lines, posture square and knightly. In his gauntleted hand he lifts a domed helmet etched with glowing alien glyphs. These marks emit a steady radiance, casting faint halos across his fingers, symbols of command and power whose meaning is felt rather than read. Behind him towers the alien machine: a sweeping construct of crimson and ivory, long fins arcing like crescents, chrome spars threading through as if tendon and bone. Its surfaces shift from matte gradients to mirror brightness, crimson fading into bone-white, edges flashing turquoise reflections. The machine hovers above the ground silent yet alive, its presence overwhelming, as if light itself bends to trace its geometry. The landscape reacts: the magenta plain brightens under its shadow line, dust motes drift in slow spirals, and metallic flecks glint then vanish around the fins as though bound to unseen fields. The figure squares his shoulders and raises the helmet, the glyphs in silent communication against the machine's design. The glow intensifies, acknowledging kinship between man and construct. Lighting is theatrical and sharp: silver edge highlights chase along fins and armor plates, glyphs glow disciplined without flare, and the plain's magenta glow casts an under-light across his greaves and gauntlets. Chrome carries turquoise streaks that migrate with angle, while crimson and ivory planes create bold contrast. Mood: uncanny awe and confrontation, heroic figure before alien monument, rendered in oil-painted pulp sci-fi cover style.
--mod low angle perspective, --mod epic scale framing, --mod heroic armored figure, --mod glowing glyph helmet, --mod alien machine monument, --mod crimson and ivory palette, --mod chrome reflection streaks, --mod romantic realism, --mod classic sci-fi cover, --mod crisp edge control, --mod magenta planetary surface, --mod twin moons backdrop
Prompt: Vibrant yellow-brown alien landscape, exotic flora and fauna, towering treehouses, futuristic ornate architecture blending with nature, alien creatures roaming, glowing plants, background of distant mountains with surreal sky with an oversized moon low on the horizon, otherworldly atmosphere, digital art, highly detailed, rich textures, vivid color palette of yellows, browns, and greens, dynamic lighting casting long shadows, by Syd Mead and H.R. Giger, ArtStation.
Prompt: Beneath the shadowed arch of a weathered structure, two friends sit in intimate conversation, their presence anchoring the scene. The arch frames a bright plaza and a soaring skyline beyond, but the focus is on these two figures in the foreground—their gestures, faces, and bond. On the left, a listener leans in, elbow on knee, chin raised, a slim vapor straw held at the corner of his mouth. His magenta tunic catches the sun, a circular clasp at the chest gleaming with opaline light. Implants along his cheek and temple glow with cool blue rings, his expression alert and amused. The sun illuminates his skin and fabric, pulling warm tones from every fold. On the right, the storyteller leans forward from shadow, one hand gesturing mid-air as if sketching a starship, the other resting on his knee. His mantle swells into a biomorphic hood with asymmetrical housings studded with cobalt optics and faint red conduits. His eyes are alive with humor and conviction, his posture embodying energy and camaraderie. The midground shows a few white-robed citizens in animated debate, robes caught by a breeze as one elder leans forward with a pointed finger and another lifts a calming hand. These figures remain softly rendered, sunlit but deliberately secondary, the plaza haze softening their forms into timeless archetypes of conversation. Beyond, the city rises as softened silhouettes: egg-shaped towers, fluted pylons, and delicate bridges spanning the sky. The skyline carries muted sand-gray tones touched by peach haze, never distracting from the friends below. Overhead, a pale-blue sky drifts with layered clouds, a faint secondary moon ghosted near the zenith. Starships glide like seabirds: one cruiser trails a controlled cyan thruster bloom across the clouds, smaller craft angle across the opposite vector, while courier drones mimic pigeons at play. Light logic keeps the tone generous and optimistic: warm late-morning sun gilds the arch and glances across skin and fabric, while cool skylight fills the shade. Accents of cyan from implants and thrusters punctuate the warm palette. The arch’s darkness forms a vignette, guiding the eye to the friends, their shared moment sharpest in detail. Mood: human connection and humor endure, even in futures of circuitry and skyships.
--mod framed by arch, --mod foreground character focus, --mod romantic realism, --mod intimate conversation, --mod warm vs cool palette, --mod cyan sci-fi accents, --mod soft skyline silhouettes, --mod low angle perspective, --mod optimistic sf cover, --mod crisp edge control, --mod soft atmospheric haze, --mod far future society
Prompt: Interior shot of a ramshackle bar on a remote frontier planet, built entirely from salvaged futuristic materials and colonial scrap, blending high-tech debris with rough alien terrain. The structure is mismatched and chaotic yet functional, with ad-hoc engineering and gritty charm.
Bar counter fashioned from dented spacecraft wing, reinforced with pressure hull plating; chemical storage tanks used as mismatched stools; oxidized sheet metal from landing bays forms the walls; polymer tubing strung like vines; cargo netting as hammocks. Plasma torches mounted for warmth, flickering like campfires. Light provided by docking beacons, flickering console panels, emergency strobes, and reprogrammed maintenance drones hovering overhead as mobile lamps. Chemistry glassware turned into brewing stills and decorative vases; hydraulic pistons repurposed as table legs; radiation shielding tiles line the floor. Alien wood beams lashed to structural trusses; native stone slabs used for support and bar signage, carved with stylized glyphs.
Pale blue dusk light reflecting off solar sails used as awnings. Harsh, dry air with drifting dust particles illuminated by harsh backlight. Scavenged atmosphere scrubber hums nearby.
Strong color contrast and glowing tech fragments scattered throughout. Painterly realism with surreal sci-fi logic. Modular construction and layered compositions. Repurposing logic applied with mood and grit.
Wide-angle view from slightly low perspective; bar structure dominates foreground; back wall with a large hand-painted mural forms the background. Dynamic angles and asymmetric layout. Emphasis on textures, improvised silhouettes, and layered foreground elements.
Moody ambient glow from hacked lighting systems. Strong rim lights from torch plasma. Colored accent lighting from control panels and indicator arrays. High-contrast palette with dramatic shadow zones. Strange yet inviting warmth—gritty survivalist coziness meets high-tech decay.
Prompt: On the storm-tossed deck of a sea-worn galleon, a lone war-mage plants his flaming sword point-down, the weapon burning so fiercely that it scorches a perfect circle into the timbers beneath his boots. The circle is not ornament—it is the seal of command, a blazing covenant against chaos. He stands at its center, one gauntleted hand locked on the hilt, the other arm flung upward in invocation, palm ablaze with sorcerous fire. From his gesture surge spectral leviathans of light—serpents, drakes, and abyssal phantoms writhed from the sea’s own fury—now bound to his will. They coil skyward like burning banners, their translucent bodies shimmering with lightning, their eyes blazing as if to await orders.
Around him, the galleon groans and shudders. Ocean waves rise in black towers, their crests shredded into foam by gales. Rigging lashes like serpents in the wind; carved dragonwork on the railing glares with molten highlights as though it, too, were alive. Overhead, the gibbous sun hammers through a ragged veil of stormclouds, bleaching the sky in cold fire, backlighting the spectral host in godlike radiance. The whole scene vibrates with dual tension: the ship nearly swallowed by tempest, yet exalted by summoned dominion.
His figure is cruciform in power: feet braced against the rolling deck, shoulders squared, his stance unyielding as the ship pitches and sways. The flames wreathing him spit sparks into the gale, arcs leaping to the rigging. His sword is both anchor and channel, binding him to the deck even as the world convulses around him. The circle of fire does not flicker—it roars, marking him as sovereign amid chaos.
This is not a man beset by storm, nor a supplicant begging aid. This is command incarnate—one soul defying ocean, sky, and storm to bend their wrath into allegiance. The sea rages, the spirits whirl, the ship screams under strain—but he is the fulcrum. In this instant he is not mere mortal, but Fire Lord: master of storm and specter alike.
--mod heroic framing, --mod stylized realism, --mod vivid depth, --mod ultra focus, --mod contrast lock, --mod lighting kinetic, --mod energy saturation, --mod flaming circle seal, --mod spectral leviathan spirits, --mod storm-tossed galleon deck, --mod sun halo backlight, --mod ember arc sparks, --mod ocean wave black towers, --mod dragonwork railing glow
Prompt: On the sunlit side of an orbital shipyard, a young pilot stands on a narrow gantry high above a planet’s curve. His brown hair catches the light, a grin across his face betraying excitement and nerves. Through his helmet visor, his gaze fixes on the colossus before him: a starship under construction, vast and gleaming in drydock. The ship’s hull is a continuous sweep of violet alloy, surfaces flowing as though poured into shape. Iridescent striations ripple beneath a pearlescent skin, deepening into midnight lacquer along edges. Emerald panel lines trace vascular paths across its body. Three translucent dorsal domes crown the spine, scattering floodlights into shifting prisms, while ventral reactor nodes glow steady amber. Around it, the drydock hums with industry. Coolant plumes drift in cyan ribbons through the lattice of girders, fogging and revealing the ship’s curvature in turns. Engineers in white exo-suits tether across the surface, welding arcs flashing into brief captured stars. Articulated cranes swing with insect precision, lowering panels that settle into place flush as though grown rather than bolted. The station’s ring arcs behind, dotted with shuttles and storage spheres; far below, the planet glows with blue atmosphere. Golden drones glide on maintenance runs, their lights streaking like sparks in slow orbit. The boy grips the gantry rail, his posture both casual and resolute, balanced at the edge of scale he can hardly fathom. Lighting is industrial clarity: floodlamps rake violet hull plates into silver highlights and soft shadows, coolant fog turns beams into luminous veils, and the alloy itself responds with pulses of reflected color. The palette holds steady to silvers, pearls, violets, emerald accents, cyan vapor, and amber reactor glow. Mood: awe and anticipation, the meeting of human ambition with machine elegance—Burns’ signature techno-sensual futurism.
--mod low angle perspective, --mod epic scale framing, --mod heroic pilot figure, --mod colossal starship hull, --mod violet alloy surfaces, --mod iridescent reflections, --mod cyan coolant fog, --mod amber reactor glow, --mod romantic realism, --mod classic sci-fi cover, --mod crisp edge control, --mod industrial awe
Prompt: A colossal spacecraft in bold Chris Foss style—playful modular geometry, vivid hazard striping, saturated blocks of red, orange, and yellow against matte black panels—drives toward the viewer in deep space. It owns the foreground: a flamboyant, foreshortened prow bristling with radiator vanes, scaffold masts, numbered hatches, and stenciled IDs, its surface a riot of Foss‑bright color balanced by industrial grit. External drum winches and fair‑leads pay out three primary reinforced tethers, massive hawser lines that rake backward across the frame in taut arcs. These lines terminate visibly in anchor housings sunk deep into the jagged face of a mountain‑sized ice asteroid trailing behind the ship. Brake drums glow with strain at the tow points, telemetry strobes run down the cables, and frost shears off vibrating lines in drifting glitter. Cause and effect are unmistakable: the tug pulls; the asteroid follows; the cables are the industrial mechanism binding them. The asteroid looms translucent and fractured, veined with rock and venting vapor pennants where sunlight rakes its blue‑white cliffs. Perspective is low three‑quarter so the ship foreshortens heroic, cables converging back to the asteroid whose parallax proves mass and separation. Far below, the pale curve of a planet arcs across the void—crisp, small, a witness anchoring scale. Lighting obeys physics: harsh solar key carves armor chamfers; cool earthshine lifts shadow planes cyan; rim light picks out the tether arcs. Engine bells burn electric‑blue plasma cones, glare raking across beveled seams and hazard bands. Every surface reads engineered yet dramatic: modular tanks, radiator forests, external scaffolds with Foss‑style whimsy. The composition is disciplined and cinematic: ship dominant in foreground right‑center; asteroid immense behind, tethered; planet limb anchoring depth. This is both flamboyant and credible: a Foss‑bright starship straining against taut cables, dragging a frozen mountain across space high above a world.
--mod alien starcruiser, --mod back-to-void edge, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod arc weld sparks, --mod beveled composite armor, --mod industrial fidelity, --mod dynamic composition, --mod EVA tether lines, --mod yellow black wasp striping, --mod luminous void
Prompt: High above a ringed world, a solitary keeper walks the outer catwalk of an orbital lighthouse—a skeletal station whose purpose is simple and immense: steer light through debris and shadow so ships find a safe line. The camera floats just off the catwalk, close enough to taste scale: lattice trusses arc away like ribs; a vast Fresnel lens of segmented petals blossoms from the core; gimbaled mirror towers stand at cardinal points, motors whispering as they trim the beam. The keeper is small against the structure, a human of precise habits in a slim EVA rig. A warm maintenance lamp is clipped to the harness; a coil of fiber pulls from a diagnostic pack at the hip. One hand steadies on the guard cable, the other reaches up with a tuning wand to calibrate a blue-white beacon set into the lens assembly. Tiny readouts crawl across the visor. Their breath fogs the inside edge for an instant, then clears. Beyond the rail, the planet curves like a painted secret—bands of slate blue and stone gray, storm ovals drifting like ink. The ring fills the horizon as a river of ice and rock, interrupted here by a long, ancient scar where something once tore through and left the shepherds to keep watch. Fragments drift in slow ballet, glinting in thin sunlight. A distant freighter threads the transit lane; its running lights blink in measured patience. Light logic: the beacon fires—a column of ordered brilliance that enters the Fresnel petals and fragments into interleaving sheets, which the gimbaled mirrors recombine into a single spear of guidance cutting through the ring gap. Cool cyan from the beam and control readouts opposes the warm amber of the keeper’s work lamp and hazard strobes that pulse along the handrails. Ionized venting paints faint ghost-lines in vacuum so the shafts read; ice dust caught in microgravity becomes glittering punctuation. Composition: the keeper anchors the near right third, stance balanced, lines of truss and cable converging past the lens and out along the beam. The scene feels practical and mythic at once—an engineer’s vigil rendered as spectacle. Mood: quiet duty at the edge of enormity; a single person and a machine built to shepherd travelers through the dark.
--mod orbital lighthouse, --mod ringed planet horizon, --mod catwalk figure focus, --mod fresnel lens petals, --mod gimbaled mirror array, --mod beacon light shafts, --mod ion mist particulates, --mod warm vs cool palette, --mod romantic realism, --mod epic scale framing, --mod low angle perspective, --mod crisp edge control
Prompt: Nordic goddess (beautiful, fine features, flawless pale white skin) stands on the highest balcony of her frozen citadel, her long silver hair flowing like a cascade of ice and her breath mingling with the frosty air. Her armor (white-gold, elaborately ornate) glimmers like sunlight on the snow, and her sapphire-blue cloak billows in the frigid wind. Her crystalline spear is raised in one hand, her magic summoning a blizzard. Behind her, an army of frost warriors in ice armor prepares for battle. Full shot, eye level :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition. Shot on RED V-Raptor XL 8k with Zeiss Otus 35mm clean lens, ultra-sharp optics, ISO 100 – f/8 – 1/60s, tripod-mounted.
Prompt: In a sunlit alien grove beneath the looming mass of a starship, two women kneel by a wounded creature, their gestures gentle and urgent. The towering landing leg of the vessel dominates the right side of the frame: a massive trapezoid footpad presses into moss, pistons and hoses braced against soil, mechanical shadows falling like an industrial canopy. The belly above looms with armored panels and conduits, anchoring the scene in scale and weight. At the center, the triage glows with warmth. One woman, dark-haired with pilot goggles pushed back on her brow, crouches close, guiding a handheld scanner over the alien’s plated flank. Beside her, a second figure in a red ship-suit braces the alien’s side with one palm while threading an IV line into a translucent vein. Their touch conveys care, discipline, and solidarity. The alien is deer-sized yet otherworldly: six slender limbs, a bowed avian neck, a keratinous beak, and laminar plates along its spine. Its body trembles with fatigue, amber fluid beading along a cracked plate. It is fragile in this light, its breath fluttering visibly at the throat. Despite strangeness, its vulnerability binds it to the humans’ empathy. Light logic: warm sun from camera-left paints skin, fabric, and moss in golden hues, while cool skylight fills the underbelly of the ship. Green rim light from the leaves edges silhouettes. Moss glitters faintly with dewdrops, while pollen motes drift through shafts of light that spear under the landing gear. The balance of warmth and shadow grounds the scene as both intimate and monumental. Composition: triangular geometry anchors the eye—footpad, kneeling medic, and standing figure form stable points against the vertical machine leg. Organic curves of bodies and alien contrast with the stark mechanical frame, creating tension and harmony. Mood: quiet urgency, tenderness at the edge of steel and shadow. It feels like sun-warmed skin against cool metal shade, the hum of machinery beside the breath of a living world.
--mod central hero lockup, --mod low angle perspective, --mod epic scale framing, --mod rim light, --mod triangular composition, --mod mechanical realism, --mod surface wear detail, --mod romantic realism, --mod intimate scale contrast, --mod warm vs cool light logic, --mod tactile gesture focus, --mod atmospheric motes
Prompt: A colossal futuristic tractor-trailer rig barrels across a frozen plain, its immense wedge-nosed tractor dominating the frame. The camera rides high at the front quarter, wide angle and pitched steep, so the prow descends into view like an armored cliff. The tractor’s design is unmistakable: a wedge prow flaring to a broad bumper-plow, panoramic vision slits cut across the snout, and an inset headlamp array glowing warm against frost. Twin turbine intake nacelles with vanes and rime ice flank the prow, feeding the buried engines. Chevron racing stripes in electric blue and razor red sweep down the armored nose and continue along the trailer’s side. The leading wheels are roof-high to the tiny car beside it—two steerable axles under armored fenders, tires churning icy spray. The scale is overwhelming: each wheel alone dwarfs the red coupe, a 1950s Chevrolet that clings to the ice at the monster’s flank. The car’s chrome glints like a defiant ember, accenting the juggernaut’s cold mass. The trailers stretch behind into blur, swallowed by weather and speed—ribbed modules linked by bellows couplers, their details lost in haze. The emphasis is entirely on the prow: chevron stripes, turbine nacelles, glowing lamps, wedge armor, tires carving rooster tails. All else recedes as environment and scale. Light: a cold, steel-blue overcast sun glances across frosted metal, clipped highlights glaring on steel and glass, diffuse sky fill softening the shadows. Spray and spindrift lace the ground as the ice reflects a mirror sheen of gray and white. Motion: yawing prow, wheels biting, ice spray scissoring back in arcs. Mood: heroic vehicular scale, speed and mass rendered as an oil-painted sci-fi cover.
--mod low angle perspective, --mod epic vehicular scale, --mod wedge prow focus, --mod mechanical realism, --mod chevron racing stripes, --mod heroic sci-fi cover, --mod motion spray arcs, --mod frosted metal surfaces, --mod romantic realism, --mod crisp edge control, --mod soft atmospheric blur
Prompt: In a furnace sky of molten red and orange, two armored astronauts face an impossible apparition: a burning blood-red orb tearing itself into existence above the ruins. The camera is low and dramatic, angled so the figures and orb tower in the frame. One astronaut stands braced on shattered masonry staring at the orb, one arm thrown wide, the other raised as if shielding from the blaze. His suit bristles with ribbed cabling, steel plates, and oxygen packs bolted across his back, the helmet dome catching firelight in molten arcs. His stance reads heroic—shoulders squared, spine arched, legs wide. Beside him, his companion kneels among rubble, one gauntlet lifted against the light illuminating his face, the other steadying on broken stone. Both helmets gleam as mirrors of the inferno, their visors burning with reflected fire. To the left, a wrecked vehicle slumps into ruin, cannon bent like a snapped spear, armor blistered and cracked by heat. The ground is a chaos of fractured masonry and buckled plates, some seams glowing faintly as if the fire has reached within. At zenith looms the orb itself: a swollen, roiling sphere, surface convulsing with molten flares and fissures that spit tongues of fire. It dominates the sky, light bleeding into everything—shadows become vermilion, rubble smolders, air flickers with drifting sparks. Light: harsh furnace glow saturates the scene, painting rubble, armor, and smoke in tones of red, orange, and gold. Highlights clip hard across domes and plates; dust haze lifts into glowing veils. The palette is absolute fire. Mood: catastrophic and mythic. Two human figures hold ground against an elemental birth, pulp-heroic silhouettes in the theater of apocalypse. Rendered as a classic oil-painted sci-fi cover: bold anatomy, metallic glints, furnace spectrum, dramatic parallax.
--mod low angle perspective, --mod epic scale framing, --mod armored astronauts heroic, --mod burning orb nucleus, --mod furnace spectrum palette, --mod smoldering rubble, --mod romantic realism, --mod classic sci-fi cover, --mod crisp edge control, --mod sparks drifting in air, --mod dramatic parallax
Prompt: Fredfull øy med høsttrær med røde, oransje og gull blader, omgitt av rolig og reflekterende vann, japansk akvarellstil. Vinkende siv i vannkanten, noen grasiøse fugler (som traner eller hegrer) flyr eller står nær øya. Myke refleksjoner, lett tåke i bakgrunnen, zen, poetisk og minimalistisk atmosfære.
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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