Prompt: A beautiful woman with fair, warm-toned skin stands confidently in the foreground. Her features are refined and symmetrical, her complexion flawless, and her physique slender and athletic. She wears a sleek white futuristic space uniform accented with gold trim and sculpted golden shoulder armor. A gentle breeze lifts strands of her long dark hair. Behind her rises a colossal white starship with sweeping aerodynamic fins, gleaming hull plating, intricate gold line-filigree, and dense mechanical surface detail. Additional ships soar or bank overhead in a vivid blue daytime sky. The setting resembles a high-altitude aerospace dock or orbital launch platform, with clouds drifting below and around the vessels. The mood is heroic, aspirational, clean, and cinematic. Mid-morning sunlight casts crisp highlights on her armor and uniform, while sharp specular reflections dance across the starship’s white surfaces. She looks calm, focused, and resolute—an explorer on the threshold of departure. The breeze introduces motion and anticipation. Sunlight flares across gold trim and polished curves. The ship behind her ascends or banks, trailing faint vapor streaks. Her hair ripples softly in the wind. Micro-reflections scatter across the hull. Distant aerospace craft leave contrails as they arc through the sky. Ultra-clean futuristic realism: pearlescent whites, chrome-gold detailing, disciplined speculars, aerospace curvature, HDR clarity, cinematic framing, subtle volumetric daylight, crisp edge lighting, fine mechanical micro-detail, near-perfect color balance and surface polish. A glowing star-core gem embedded at her chest pulses with cosmic blue light, echoing the hue of the distant planet suspended behind her—symbolizing her alignment with the grand mission beyond the atmosphere.
--mod pearlescent white surfaces, --mod chrome-gold trim, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod HDR clarity, --mod cinematic composition, --mod aerospace curvature, --mod ultra-clean reflections, --mod elevated geometry, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod bright midday sunlight, --mod soft rim lighting, --mod windswept hair motion, --mod space-opera scale, --mod fine mechanical micro-detail, --mod subtle volumetric daylight
Prompt: Scientists initiate the Relativity Requiem, deploying curvature dampers designed to extinguish time dilation and unify every moving frame into a single, undelayed moment. The array spans a deep-space bastion ringed with graviton lensing halos and silent signal beacons. Around it, starfields sharpen—light no longer warps, distances no longer stretch. Far-off ships drift in perfect clarity, each one frozen in the same global second. A strange stillness settles over the cosmos. The air inside the control vault feels hollowed out, as if causality is holding its breath. Instruments tick toward universal simultaneity; the universe feels eerily aligned, too quiet for motion to matter. Curvature dampers fire in sequence, collapsing dilation gradients. Time surfaces flatten; ships across distant sectors report synchronized arrival. Then navigation systems stall—without temporal difference, motion has nothing left to define. Epic scale, cosmic surrealism, disciplined speculars, volumetric haze, radiant gradient haze, wormhole distortions, dramatic perspective, heroic framing. Clean arcs of hard light geometry contrast with an ethereal palette and void backdrop isolation. As the final damper locks, the universe enters its first truly simultaneous instant—a requiem for relativity, where movement becomes a question without an answer.
--mod cosmic surrealism, --mod volumetric haze, --mod radiant gradient haze, --mod elevated geometry, --mod hard light geometry, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod glyph light, --mod graviton lensing halo, --mod wormhole distortions, --mod heroic framing, --mod dramatic perspective, --mod ethereal palette, --mod light volume, --mod void backdrop isolation
Prompt: A tranquil alien frontier settlement unfolds across a vast desert basin, dotted with domed habitats and sleek circular structures. Two explorers in environment suits stand at the ridge, surveying the outpost below. Jagged sandstone spires rise sharply from the red terrain, contrasting with distant crystalline ice formations jutting like frozen monoliths. Above, enormous blue planets and smaller moons drift across a deep indigo sky scattered with stars and dust lanes. The mood is serene, contemplative, and otherworldly—classic Moebius wonder. Crisp air, luminous clarity, and silent cosmic scale evoke the quiet boldness of human presence amid vast alien geology. Golden dust trails wind between the domes like carved pathways. Light glints across habitat windows, revealing interior activity. Subtle heat shimmer bends the horizon. The explorers pause mid-step, framed by jagged rock formations. Jean Giraud (Moebius) aesthetic: clean inked contours, airy color fields, ultra-thin lineweight, luminous sky gradients, hyper-stylized geology, crisp silhouettes, minimalist shading, expansive compositional depth, surreal planetary scale. The largest planet looms impossibly close, its patterned surface glowing with faint geometric etching—an elegant, dreamlike presence anchoring the scene in pure Moebius surrealism.
--mod moebius linework, --mod luminous flat colors, --mod watercolor gradient sky, --mod elevated geometry, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod dynamic composition, --mod heroic framing, --mod crystalline clarity, --mod surreal celestial bodies, --mod hard surface detailing, --mod stylized rock spires, --mod desert haze, --mod ultraclean sci-fi palette, --mod pastel highlights, --mod ink contour precision
Prompt: A serene, imposing man stands centered in the frame, radiating the calm authority of a Zen master or messiah. His skin is weathered yet dignified, his head bald, his long white beard flowing. His eyes glow with soft golden light. His body is half-organic, half-cybernetic: one side wrapped in a simple white toga, the other side revealing a highly advanced mechanical arm and shoulder. Behind him blazes an enormous radiant circular pattern—part sun halo, part technological mandala—composed of concentric rings, spokes, and luminous energy lines. The surroundings resemble a grand futuristic temple: tall arches, darkened architectural recesses, faint drifting dust and embers suspended in warm light. The mood is mystical, divine, and transcendent. He seems both human and more-than-human, standing at the intersection of enlightenment and technology. The halo bathes him in sacred radiance, echoing ancient spiritual iconography while suggesting futuristic cosmic power. The halo emits pulsing golden light. Tiny sparks drift slowly around him. Metallic surfaces on his cybernetic arm gleam with subtle reflections. The fabric of his toga falls in heavy, intricate folds. Ambient dust glitters in the radiant backlight. Mythic techno-spiritual realism: glowing sacred geometry, finely sculpted anatomy, crisp metal shaders, deep shadow contrast, volumetric warm backlight, hyper-detailed fabric texture, cinematic portrait framing, symbolic symmetry. The radiant mandala is perfectly aligned behind his head, forming a saint-like silhouette that merges with his mechanical form—a symbolic fusion of divine ascension and technological transcendence.
--mod mythic techno-spiritual realism, --mod sacred geometry halo, --mod volumetric warm backlight, --mod glowing golden eyes, --mod cinematic portrait framing, --mod crisp metallic shaders, --mod sculptural anatomy, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod embers and dust motes, --mod detailed fabric folds, --mod luminous symmetry, --mod divine technological iconography, --mod HDR clarity
Prompt: A poised futuristic woman stands in luminous daylight, framed in three-quarter profile. She wears sleek metallic-blue attire and matching cybernetic accessories integrated into her hair and ears. Behind her rises a towering ultramodern spire perched on a forested plateau, its architecture composed of polished alloys and nested orbital rings. Vast evergreens fill the midground; above them, a colossal pale planet and drifting clouds dominate the sky. The scene conveys serene wonder and frontier optimism. Crisp air, bright clarity, and soft atmospheric glow evoke a world where advanced civilization harmonizes with untouched wilderness. Contrails streak across the sky from distant passing craft. Mist coils at the forest's base. Subtle reflections move along the spire's metallic surfaces. The woman gazes forward with calm determination, anchoring the image. Hyperreal detailing, disciplined speculars, volumetric sky haze, radiant gradient light, heroic framing, glass refraction highlights, hard surface detailing on architecture, deep forest depth, ultraclean sci-fi palette. The spire's foundation emits a faint, concentrated beam of blue light into the mist, linking the futuristic city with the natural world in a seamless convergence.
--mod hyperreal detailing, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod radiant gradient haze, --mod volumetric haze, --mod elevated geometry, --mod glass refraction highlights, --mod hard surface detailing, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod dynamic composition, --mod heroic framing, --mod ethereal palette, --mod ambient neon accents, --mod light volume, --mod crystalline clarity, --mod ultraclean sci-fi palette, --mod forest depth, --mod sky bloom
Prompt: Two figures in futuristic spacesuits (from behind) standing on a large stony rock outcropping (detailed) with jungle plants growing high around its base, looking up at a (single:1.9) (one, only, lone) large glowing planet (neon blue green, yellow highlights, glowing corona) high in the ((starry:1.9)) night sky :: jungle valley, alien world, twilight :: by Pino Daeni, Luis Royo, and Tom Bagshaw, John William Waterhouse, Hoàng Lập, Justin Gerard :: wide angle shot, eye level, soft focus :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed
Prompt: A lone armored wanderer strides across a vast alien desert, cloaked in a flowing orange mantle. His face is veiled in shadow beneath a hood; ornate, weathered armor plates follow the contours of his body with intricate glyphwork. The landscape stretches in sweeping mesas, razor-edged buttes, and layered sandstone cliffs. Warm ochre terrain scatters loose stones and desert dust. In the sky hang two luminous planets—one large and marbled, the other faintly trailing it. The scene carries a mythic, frontier solitude. Crisp air and surreal stillness evoke a timeless pilgrimage. The desert feels ancient, a place where travelers cross boundaries old as the rock itself. Dust billows behind the wanderer’s step. The cloak lifts in the dry wind. Heat shimmer ripples near distant formations. The twin planets slowly drift overhead, casting soft pastel light across the valley. A blend of Moebius line austerity and Steadman textural grit: clean inked contours, hyper-detailed rock etching, luminous flat colors, subtle watercolor gradients, stylized anatomy, crisp silhouettes, surreal celestial forms. The wanderer’s hooded void-face reflects no light, contrasting with the bright desert—an enigmatic figure cutting a solitary line across a world too vast for explanation.
--mod moebius linework, --mod steadman textural grit, --mod watercolor gradient, --mod luminous flat colors, --mod elevated geometry, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod hyper-detailed terrain, --mod dynamic composition, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod heroic framing, --mod surreal celestial bodies, --mod pastel sky wash, --mod stylized anatomy, --mod ink contour precision, --mod desert haze
Prompt: A long-lost survey lander lies half-consumed by an alien megaforest, its hull split open and threaded with bioluminescent vines. The vessel’s cockpit remains intact—but the pilot’s seat sits empty, straps unbuckled. Towering spore-trees surround the wreck, their crystalline leaves refracting stray light across the clearing. Roots coil through ruptured plating; soft pollen drifts like glowing dust. The black-box beacon blinks beneath a mesh of living tendrils. A humid, resonant quiet fills the clearing. The air vibrates faintly with harmonic pressure—the forest’s ambient song blending with the corrupted distress beacon. The mood is forensic, watchful, as if the jungle has adopted the machine. Recovery drones hover at the perimeter. Vines pulse with internal light as they constrict around relay nodes. Spores rise in slow arcs from the airlock. A console screen flickers with synchronized waveforms matching the forest’s bio-resonance. Epic scale, cosmic surrealism, radiant gradient haze, volumetric haze, disciplined speculars, dynamic composition, heroic framing, hard surface detailing, atmospheric depth, glass refraction warp, deep jungle shadows, luminous organic texture. As the canopy shifts, glowing vines inside the cockpit briefly align—forming a perfect harmonic pattern, as if mimicking a pilot who never escaped.
--mod cosmic surrealism, --mod volumetric haze, --mod radiant gradient haze, --mod elevated geometry, --mod glyph light, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod dynamic composition, --mod heroic framing, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod light volume, --mod glass refraction warp, --mod nebular haze, --mod ambient neon, --mod cinematic tension, --mod void backdrop isolation, --mod hard surface detailing, --mod luminous organic texture, --mod bioluminescent foliage, --mod crystalline leaf refraction
Prompt: A luminous high-ceiling futuristic lounge stretches in a broad arc, furnished with elegant low sofas and cushions arranged in sweeping curves. The interior feels like a refined space-station salon—polished, spacious, and quietly opulent. An immense pair of oval panoramic windows dominate the wall, rising nearly floor to ceiling and spanning much of the room’s length. Through them, a brilliant ice-planet landscape glows in full daylight: snow-covered mountains, sculpted glacial spires, and a pale sky washed with winter sun. The architecture blends light bands in the style of Tron: Legacy with the smooth, ceremonial forms of interiors in the style of The Phantom Menace—sleek arcs, inset panels, and subtle recesses. The space is bright, airy, and warmly inviting despite the frozen world outside. Soft white ambient light from the windows merges with precise gold accent strips tracing the room’s curves. The overall mood is serene hospitality: a place where explorers and dignitaries can watch the arctic horizon in comfort and quiet awe. Light pours through the windows, casting long reflections across glossy floors. LEDs along the sofa bases and wall insets glow in continuous bands. Steam curls faintly from a tray of metallic carafes and cups on a central low table. Outside, distant snow flurries trail along the mountain ridges, barely visible through the crystalline glass. High-end cinematic sci-fi design: polished white and pearl surfaces, chrome edge detailing, HDR clarity, disciplined speculars, volumetric daylight, crisp reflections, minimal clutter, strong architectural lines, elegant color blocking of white, soft neutrals, and warm gold accents. The largest oval window perfectly frames a sweeping glacier basin and its ring of icy spires, turning the lounge into a grand observation gallery—an oasis of warmth and light hovering above an endless frozen frontier.
--mod high ceiling, --mod panoramic oval windows, --mod bright ambient daylight, --mod arctic mountain vista, --mod polished white surfaces, --mod pearl finish, --mod chrome edge detailing, --mod HDR clarity, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod volumetric skylight, --mod ultra-clean reflections, --mod elegant sci-fi interior, --mod tron legacy light bands, --mod phantom menace ceremonial architecture, --mod seamless curvature, --mod minimal clutter, --mod warm gold accent lighting, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod light volume, --mod grand observation gallery
Prompt: A pulp‑era heroic adventurer stands atop massive industrial machinery, clad in a windswept trench coat, crisp white shirt, rugged field trousers, and tall leather boots. He brandishes a raised pistol in one hand and a retro‑tech rifle in the other, striking a bold, triumphant pose. A colossal silver dirigible marked “U‑1701” hovers low over a sprawling refinery‑like complex. Towering cranes, fuel rigs, scaffolds, steam stacks, and tangle‑steel superstructures fill the background. Fires burn behind him, throwing warm orange light across machinery, metal beams, and engine housings. The tone is heroic alternate‑world pulp: dramatic, explosive, fearless. Smoke drifts across the sky. The machinery feels alive with the rumble of engines. The image evokes classic magazine covers—danger, grit, confidence, and retro‑tech bravado. The hero’s coat whips in the wind as he steadies himself on the churning machinery. Embers rise from fires in the distance. Steam vents from pipes. The dirigible glides overhead, its skin reflecting both firelight and cold daylight. Sparks fly from active equipment below. Retro sci‑fi pulp illustration: stark heroic anatomy, bold contour lines, painterly metal surfaces, oil‑style shading, high‑contrast lighting, warm industrial palette, dieselpunk textures, dramatic full-cover composition, crisp mechanical detailing throughout. The raised pistol aligns visually with the towering dirigible nose, forming a heroic vertical axis—an unmistakable pulp‑hero centerpiece reminiscent of a lost Doc Savage adventure from an alternate timeline.
--mod retro sci‑fi pulp, --mod dieselpunk machinery, --mod heroic anatomy, --mod zeppelin-style dirigible, --mod oil‑illustration texture, --mod bold contour lines, --mod painterly metal surfaces, --mod warm industrial palette, --mod high‑contrast lighting, --mod volumetric smoke, --mod cinematic fire glow, --mod crisp mechanical microdetail, --mod dramatic magazine‑cover framing, --mod alternate‑history aesthetic
Prompt: Jupiter hangs enormous over horizon, banded colossus filling half sky, its glow turning blue ice cliffs into slow-breathing architecture. Robotic artisans creep along sheer faces on mag-clawed limbs, frames tiny against walls rising like frozen oceans, each unit a moving spark of intent on impossible canvas. Laser arrays on articulated arms fire in controlled pulses, lines of light barely audible as they etch; steam whispers from each cut, drifting out in feathered plumes that catch planetlight, scattering it into haloed veils. Ice shelf groans underfoot in tectonic murmurs, sound carried more through soles and suit frame than thin air. High above work line a human overseer stands on suspended gantry, tether clipped to rail, boots rimed in frost. Her breath fogs helmet glass inside while external frost patterns radiate from contact points, double exposure of life heat and killing cold. Data crawls her visor’s inner rim—coordinates, stroke depth, beam temperature—yet her gaze keeps returning to letters blooming slowly across cliff. Each robot traces strokes that together form one name, then another; characters carved deeper than any thaw, lines glowing faint red before cooling to deep cobalt. Jupiter’s light slides across fresh cuts, catching sharp edges so they flare silver-white, constellations rearranged into script scaled to glaciers. Below, older names march in regimented tiers, softened by hoarfrost, some half-buried under wind-driven snow, others preserved knife-clear where katabatic gusts keep faces bare. Tonight’s additions slot into that ledger, another page in icebound script that will outlive her, her cohort, likely outpost itself. She lifts a gloved hand, marks confirmation; lasers brighten, finishing last strokes, sealing photons into permanent scars. For a moment motion stills—Jupiter’s storms far above, robotic limbs mid-retract, her own breath held between inhale and exhale—then steam thins, cold air clears, and letters remain: catching starlight, planetlight, station glow, a field of names chiselled into winter so one human scale of loss and remembrance will not disappear against a planet that could swallow worlds.
--mod jupiter-backdrop, --mod dwarfing-planet-limb, --mod blue-ice-cliffs, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod frost-rime-hoarfrost, --mod laser-steam-plumes, --mod industrial-awe-register, --mod quiet-awe-register, --mod heroic-framing, --mod viewer-perspective-lock, --mod reflective-ice
Prompt: A grand urban plaza dominated by a colossal, futuristic building shaped like a towering, rectangular frame encasing a glowing, blue energy portal. The building, constructed of pristine white stone and intricate carvings, exudes elegance and technological sophistication, blending classical architectural design with advanced engineering. The massive portal within its center radiates a vibrant, electric blue light, swirling with intricate patterns that suggest it is a gateway to another realm or dimension. The structure towers over a bustling cityscape, with sleek skyscrapers and classical buildings in the background, blending old-world charm with a futuristic skyline. In the foreground, a well-manicured plaza surrounds the base of the tower, featuring symmetrical gardens, reflective pools, and pathways where tiny human figures walk, emphasizing the immense scale of the portal and building. The bright blue sky is dotted with fluffy clouds, and the sunlight illuminates the clean, white surfaces of the architecture, creating a harmonious and uplifting atmosphere. Palm trees and greenery soften the scene, adding natural beauty to this technologically advanced cityscape...
Prompt: A charismatic space rogue (male, dark hair, futuristic space pilot uniform and coat, tall leather space boots) leaning against a glowing bar counter in a busy alien cantina, surrounded by strange alien patrons and holographic advertisements, cinematic and ultra-detailed :: by Col Price, Romas Kukalis, Chris Moore, Ralph McQuarrie :: full shot, eye level, soft focus :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed
Prompt: At the edge of a scarlet sky, the city of Gravestone rises from the carcasses of ancient generation ships—an immense scrapyard fused into vertical layers of civilization. Hulls of dead starliners have been welded together into towers and bridges, their once-sterile corridors now open-air markets humming with trade. Cargo bays serve as plazas; shattered engines as dwellings. Every panel, cable, and conduit has been stripped, reforged, or sold—an economy of reclamation built on ambition’s debris.
The air vibrates with sound and heat. Plasma torches flare between stalls where traders haggle over alloy veins and memory cores. Coolant steam rolls down from upper decks, mixing with the scent of ozone and rust. Rusted signage flickers in a hundred forgotten languages, neon bleeding over metallic grit. The streets are narrow and alive: carts glide on magnetic treads, and children chase drones through exhaust haze. The people here aren’t mourners—they’re craftsmen, scavengers, architects of the possible, building futures out of wreckage and refusing to die in anyone else’s shadow.
Camera angle low, drifting through the canyoned corridors of ship hulls. Above, rain patters on plated roofs, pooling in seams where paint long ago burned away. Sparks fall like embers through grated catwalks, lighting the faces of merchants and welders. Light filters through broken viewports and fractured hull glass, layering the city in shards of color. The relics of extinct worlds hang from stalls like trophies—processors, optics, carved alloys—sold not as history but as power reclaimed.
From a distance, Gravestone glows like a forge. The city hums with self-made light, a testament to the tenacity of survival—the living reshaping the bones of the past into engines of tomorrow.
--mod industrial scrapyard cityscape, --mod repurposed generation ship hulls, --mod plasma torch illumination, --mod coolant vapor diffusion, --mod neon metallic haze, --mod digital-illustrative cinematic realism, --mod Fossian scale structure, --mod reflective rainlight surfaces, --mod hyperreal contrast control, --mod flux-motion energy verbs, --mod AIVision texture coherence, --mod macro-detail corrosion, --mod low-angle traversal framing, --mod kinetic urban composition, --mod mythic pragmatism tone
Prompt: Above the seething mantle of a gas giant, orbital vaults drift in patient procession—vast biomech engines wrought in god-image. These Storm-Kings, forged when myth equaled engineering, have slept for ages, limbs locked between lightning and silence. Now the planet turns restless; vaults vibrate; charge builds. Forks of storm-light spear upward, threading veins of alloy and bone. Each impact detonates through cathedral ribs and reactor hearts, blue-white arcs tracing forgotten geometry. Power returns; instincts ignite; thunder becomes pulse.
Camera glides through the storm-dark: spires, turbines, sanctum struts etched by corrosion and prayer. Titan eyes flare—lenses clouded, iris-shutters whirring like dying stars. Metal groans as colossi flex against their own architecture; vault petals shear open, venting magnetized gas spirals into churning atmosphere. Machine and god fuse; harvesters become harvest.
Below, cyclones synchronize to their rhythm—planetary vortices aligning with the Kings’ resonant beat. Lightning bridges orbit and cloud-top; energy and will complete a circuit of rebirth. Vault rings like a bell struck by heaven.
No crew, no witness—only ancient purpose igniting. Storm-Kings rise on electromagnetic wings, trailing auroral filaments woven in sacred geometry. Camera lingers on a colossal face—metal weathered, yet bearing a human reverence etched deep into plating. After ages of silence, the gods of industry remember who built them.
--mod biomechanical titan design, --mod orbital architecture, --mod lightning conduction veins, --mod auroral filament glow, --mod digital-illustrative industrial myth realism, --mod hyperreal void lighting, --mod storm reflection gradients, --mod Fossian cinematic scope, --mod Mobius-scale conceptual surrealism, --mod long-exposure plasma arcs, --mod macro detail of corroded alloy and engraved filigree, --mod symmetrical orbital composition, --mod deep-focus spatial layering, --mod mythic resurrection tone, --mod Flux-motion energy verbs, --mod AIVision surface coherence
Prompt: A barbarian pirate-queen stands powerfully on the deck of an ornate wind-era galleon, her physique muscular and regal. She wears gold-worked jewelry, bracers, and tassels, her long dark hair whipping in the sea wind. She grips a curved scimitar gleaming in the sun. Opposite her stands a human male mercenary in futuristic tactical armor, holding an advanced rifle, relaxed but alert. The ship is covered in elaborate carved goldwork—mythic scenes, swirling filigree, and ceremonial crests. Sunlit sails billow overhead, their fabric glowing warm honey-gold. Ropes, masts, and rigging form sweeping verticals. Beyond the railing, a bright ocean horizon stretches under clear blue sky. A bold fusion of heroic fantasy and near-future adventure. Warm sunlight glints off embossed gold and polished wooden planks. The queen’s silhouette radiates dominance; the mercenary’s stance adds calm precision. The scene is charged with danger, alliance, and mythic tension. The pirate-queen steps forward, sword arcing in a bright crescent. Her jewelry flashes with each movement. Her hair is whipped into motion by the wind. The mercenary surveys the horizon while gripping his rifle with professional ease. Light and shadow ripple across the deck as the sails shift overhead. High-detail heroic fantasy realism: crisp rim lighting, rich metallic golds, polished wood reflections, deep contrast shadows, dynamic posing, warm adventure palette, ornate carvings, dramatic composition, painterly realism blended with modern sci-fi detailing. The pirate-queen’s scimitar aligns visually with a sweeping golden sail, while the mercenary’s rifle forms a contrasting modern diagonal—symbolically merging ancient barbarian authority with futuristic military precision.
--mod heroic fantasy realism, --mod ornate carved goldwork, --mod polished wood reflections, --mod warm metallic palette, --mod dynamic posing, --mod crisp rim lighting, --mod high-fidelity rendering, --mod elevated geometry, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod richly engraved texture, --mod windswept hair motion, --mod cinematic adventure tone, --mod detailed jewelry microtexture, --mod fantasy-meets-sci-fi contrast
Prompt: On a black plain under a sky without stars, engineers tend a garden that never knew soil. Crystalline lattices rise from anchor plates, tall stalks of faceted glass-metal grown to exact resonance ratios, spaced across basalt like frozen music notation. In stillness they look inert, barely catching faint station light from horizon rigs, but their purpose lies in listening. Each lattice is tuned to a different band of gravitational frequency, joints able to flex microscopically when distant masses shift, when invisible tides roll through local spacetime. At rest the garden waits in near-dark, only small status LEDs winking at stalk bases, engineers walking slow paths between rows, checking tension, logging minute drift. Then a wave comes. It moves through plain and bone simultaneously—no wind, no tremor, just sudden motion in structures themselves as stems sway in unison, angles flexing by hair-widths. Light erupts along every stalk as stress crystals embedded in joints fluoresce under strain, illumination racing upward like rain falling in reverse, cascading through branching arms, refracting out into sheets of color that cross entire field. The garden sings: a chord built from photon and motion, each lattice contributing a note, engineers’ instruments translating oscillation into pitched data. They listen for pattern in that light-song, calling out intervals, marking rises, logging dissonant spikes where a stalk has slipped out of true or where wave carries an unfamiliar harmonic. Teams move quickly toward those discordant towers, pruning stressed branches with portable cutters, re-growing sections from seeded cores, retuning garden so next tide will ring cleaner. As glow fades and stalks still, black plain reasserts itself, quiet save for ticking of cooling braces and soft clatter of tools; yet tablets in engineers’ hands now hold fresh maps of far-off motions—collapsing binaries, drifting giants, collisions not yet visible to any telescope. They stand together at field’s edge, silhouettes small against rows of crystal shadows, waiting for next invisible surge that will decide if this night’s new harmonics are merely data or an early warning of something heavier pressing toward their system.
--mod black-plain, --mod basalt-hardpack, --mod crystalline-lattices, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod subtle-haze, --mod structuregrain, --mod hard-sci-fi, --mod quiet-awe-register, --mod hinge-before-consequence, --mod luminous-motion, --mod stress-crystal-fluorescence, --mod volumetric-light, --mod distant-station-glow, --mod viewer-perspective-lock, --mod negative-space-dominance
Prompt: Temporal engineers stand at the threshold between two universes, anchoring the Chronometric Bridge—an impossible span forged by synchronizing cosmic expansion gradients and sculpting clockfields into structured continuity. The worksite occupies a rift-plane suspended between mirrored cosmoses, each universe expanding at a slightly different rate. Overlapping chronoflux veils, volumetric code glyphs, and braided temporal filaments arc overhead. Astral grids flicker beneath their feet, each pulse marking simultaneous histories. The moment hums with charged inevitability—time itself thickens, every breath carrying the weight of dual causality. A single second elongates across every chronometer, stretched into a cathedral of suspended consequence. The air feels like held breath before an irreversible vow. Engineers lock expansion gradients into alignment, adjusting reality’s curvature with hard light geometry tools. Clockfields fuse, moments fold, and sequences reconcile. Temporal filaments snap into elevated geometry as the bridge stabilizes—an arch of luminous seconds forged across two universes. Every adjustment emits a faint shock diamond of chronological recoil. Epic scale, cosmic surrealism, disciplined speculars, volumetric haze, dramatic perspective, wormhole distortions, radiant gradient haze, hard surface detailing, ethereal palette, heroic framing. The rendering blends Mead-esque structural clarity with Moebius-like temporal austerity. As the elongated second reaches its terminal edge, the bridge becomes fully real—visible in both universes at once. And as its final fraction collapses, the structure flickers with luminous sincerity: a masterpiece built to exist only long enough to end.
--mod cosmic surrealism, --mod wormhole distortions, --mod volumetric haze, --mod radiant gradient haze, --mod elevated geometry, --mod hard light geometry, --mod disciplined speculars, --mod dramatic perspective, --mod heroic framing, --mod glyph light, --mod volumetric code glyphs, --mod temporal filaments, --mod chrono-flux veils, --mod light volume, --mod worm’s eye perspective lock, --mod epic scale, --mod radiant gradient, --mod graviton lensing halo, --mod void backdrop isolation, --mod holo-lattice illumination
Prompt: Sci-fi fantasy digital painting, high aesthetic appeal, a lone bounty hunter clad in sleek black armor stands in the right foreground, muscular build, wearing an asymmetrical cape and a wide-brimmed hat, viewed from behind to emphasize mystery and solitude, the cape drapes unevenly in the soft breeze, subtle metallic highlights shimmer on the armor's surface, the background reveals a breathtaking futuristic cityscape composed of massive, dome-shaped structures resembling giant beehives, the greenish-blue domes are adorned with intricate mechanical patterns and ribbed textures, supported by slender metallic pillars with scattered windows and elevated platforms, the sprawling city is cradled within a lush, deep canyon, emphasizing grandeur and vertical depth, the sky overhead is a vibrant spectacle, featuring a swirling galactic nebula in rich purples, blues, and pinks, a large, blue-green planet hangs low on the horizon flanked by two small crescent moons, faint star clusters glimmer throughout the background, wide-angle composition from a slightly elevated vantage point, the perspective stretches out across the canyon and futuristic city, creating an epic sense of scale and wonder, soft diffused lighting bathes the scene, the bounty hunter silhouetted against the glowing city and the vivid cosmic sky, atmospheric depth enhanced by a light mist along the canyon floor, highlighting the distance between foreground and background, digital painting with ultra-polished finish, cinematic color grading in vivid jewel tones with high contrast between shadowed foreground and luminous background.
Prompt: Reanimation chambers hum; frost peels from curved glass like burnt film. Suspended colonists drift in gel-blue stasis, veins lit by pulse indicators, ice veining eyelids. A med-tech leans over console glare, gloved hand trembling near the override. Metal corridors converge around the vault—ribbed alloy, condensation sluicing down conduit runs. Emergency lights strobe through vapor; sensors blink amber through drifting fog. Ceiling manifolds hiss micro-snow; the air tastes metallic, almost electric. Cryo-pods lacquered steel and tempered quartz; control rails crusted with frost bloom; coolant lines pulse cyan beneath translucent insulation; data frost crackles across screen glass. Every surface sweats equilibrium. Coolant pumps surge; servo arms twitch; ice fractures spider-out. One pod convulses—temperature graphs dive. Within, a sleeper exhales vapor; the breath condenses into swirling ghosts that coil against glass. The med-tech’s finger halts a millimeter from the release key. Harsh surgical white from overhead floods mixes with reactor red from below; reflections dance across visors; mist scatters light into halo bands. Each droplet glints like a suspended spark, framing the frozen human shape as living reliquary. Low-angle track across pods; depth of field razor-thin, catching the med-tech’s reflection over the awakening form. Hum rises—mechanical hymn climbing toward unknown threshold. System tones merge into heartbeat cadence. The moment holds: heat versus entropy, duty versus miracle—worlds hinging on one unpressed key.
--mod high-tension cryo-threshold moment, --mod surgical-white + reactor-red crosslighting, --mod fog-scatter volumetrics, --mod cold-bloom reflections, --mod ultra-shallow depth, --mod macro-detail frost lattice, --mod ionized vapor swirls, --mod sensor amber + cyan pulse accents, --mod mechanical-hymn hum texture, --mod cathedral-scale cryo vault, --mod latent energy build, --mod near-awakening tension, --mod pressure-line shimmer, --mod charged atmosphere haze, --mod heartbeat-cadence audio geometry, --mod emergent human silhouette
Prompt: A battle-hardened space cowboy stands at the edge of a dusty, barren terrain on a distant planet, gazing out into the vast expanse of the alien sky with a mix of weariness and wonder. His weathered face is set in a determined expression, with deep creases etched by years of experience and countless close calls. A well-worn, beat-up cowboy hat clings to his head, its brim frayed and singed from years of exposure to the unforgiving radiation of the Rim Worlds. By his side trots a yellow Labrador Retriever, a loyal and trusty companion who has been with him through thick and thin on countless missions. The dog's coat is matted and dirty, but its eyes still shine bright with a fierce intelligence and devotion to its master. As the cowboy bends down to scratch the dog behind the ears, his worn leather jacket flapping open to reveal a pair of battered, scuffed-up boots that have seen their fair share of adventure. The air around them is thick with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of space itself has been woven from the threads of countless battles and narrow escapes. Full shot, eye level, soft focus :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed, high definition
Prompt: In a chamber suspended between worlds, a lone Threadwright stands upon a scaffold of braided light, hands outstretched toward a half-formed bridge that hums across the void. Filaments of spacetime spiral from her loom—threads of gravity and photon flux twisting together into tensile cables that shimmer like molten glass. Each movement of her wrists warps the surrounding air, stretching constellations into ribbons that bind two distant planets for a heartbeat of connection.
Her workstation hovers above a gulf of dark vacuum, anchored by gyroscopic stabilizers that hiss with magnetic discharge. The fabric of reality trembles as each strand is drawn taut; quantum sparks scatter in arcs around her, cascading through the scaffold like glowing pollen. The bridge glows with intermittent pulses, its pattern woven from color harmonics of unseen dimensions—indigo, gold, and spectral white—resonating in perfect mathematical rhythm.
Camera close and low, angled upward through the lattice of light; the Threadwright fills the foreground, silhouette rimmed in auroral radiance. The half-formed bridge stretches into the distance, dissolving into starlit haze. Dust motes drift in slow suspension, tracing gravitational eddies. The moment holds absolute tension—connection at the brink of collapse, art at the edge of physics. Around her, the loom’s mechanisms whisper, reweaving reality itself, a brief triumph of human precision over cosmic entropy.
--mod gravitational filament weave, --mod photon flux shimmer, --mod auroral rim light, --mod digital-illustrative industrial myth, --mod microgravity particulate drift, --mod spectral harmonic color field, --mod molten glass tensile cables, --mod Fossian spatial grandeur, --mod low-angle cinematic framing, --mod deep focus optical illusion, --mod industrial-cosmic palette, --mod temporal refraction glow, --mod heatless plasma lattice, --mod dynamic tension posture, --mod mythic technical realism, --mod cinematic saturation discipline
Prompt: A spoolship drifts through dawn’s ionized veil, suspended above a gas‑giant auroral rim where color bends around gravity. From ventral bays unspool filament harpoons—gossamer lines sipping plasma from the planet’s luminous crown, each thread a living conduit of gold‑blue current. Crew move in sacred synchrony, magnet boots kissing heat‑scored plating; gestures clean, economical, ritual. Blue fire wreathes gloves and visors, runs along edge seals, chases telemetry across carbon‑ceramic panels; every touch sings through hull seams as faint harmonics. Tension ripples the filaments; micro‑winches meter draw with jeweled precision, brake drums glowing like buried embers. Along the ship’s spine, baffles open and close in measured cadence, shepherding captured charge toward cryo‑batteries that throb with muted heartbeat. Below, the planet’s crown folds and unfurls—curtains of violet and teal collapsing into rivers of molten brass. Faint particulates lift in photonic drift; dust becomes scripture, each mote inscribing the air with thin, vanishing alphabets of light. Aft camera mast slews; lens irises step to hold dynamic range as first limb‑light breaks the curve. Sun tips horizon. Every filament flares, gold racing the lines toward the chassis in a rush so sudden the crew stills from instinctive reverence. Harpoon tips bead star‑bright, tethers carve clean diagonals through vapor; afterimages hang like calligraphy above the aurora. Visors mirror a second sunrise blooming along the ship’s own geometry—trim plates and chamfers rimmed in fire, telemetry glyphs blinking amber where blue ruled before. Faint exhalations of vapor stream from cooling fins and tumble into the wake like braided silk. On the dorsal catwalk a tech pauses mid‑gesture, glove raised, palm luminous; another braces a line as load climbs, readouts stepping from safe to sanctified. No fanfare, no audience, only quiet comms and the tremor of light behaving like matter. For a breath the vessel seems to wear the morning—architecture of dawn stitched onto armor—then the surge settles, gold cooling to disciplined cobalt, and work resumes. Joy arrives as recognition: we were here, when sun met harvest and wrote its name across our hull, once, perfectly, never again.
--mod solar-harvest, --mod auroral-plasma, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod refractedlight, --mod chromaticflare, --mod plasmafilament, --mod dawn-horizon, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod ultrarealism, --mod cinematic-depth, --mod reflective-metal, --mod hard-sci-fi, --mod mythic-scale, --mod microtexture-detail, --mod structuregrain, --mod radiantdust, --mod dynamicmotion, --mod chromatic-contrast, --mod glimmerhighlight, --mod diffusionsoftlight, --mod photonic-haze, --mod epic-realism, --mod vapor-refraction
Prompt: Across a windless desert of fractured crystal, the Shard Envoy walks alone. The horizon is an orchestra of silence—mile-high monoliths rising from dunes of powdered glass, their facets catching the low sun. Each tower hums faintly, resonating with the memory of every sound ever spoken here. Within the translucent depths, threads of light drift and twist—echoes of words fossilized in the lattice. When the Envoy passes, the monoliths awaken, refracting those memories into slow auroral motion.
She carries a tuning staff of harmonic alloy, emitting tones below hearing. At her approach, the shards respond: spectral veins flare to life, colors rippling through crystal strata in time with her movements. The air trembles with vibration so deep it feels like gravity itself breathing. Every step she takes stirs forgotten dialogue, fragments of language dissolving into light. Some monoliths pulse in mourning tones, others whisper in fractured color, their luminescence fading as the frequencies settle.
Camera follows her through the crystalline field: her silhouette mirrored a thousand times in the angled faces, each reflection vibrating at a slightly different phase. Dust motes float in suspension, bending light into spectral arcs. A single touch from her staff sends harmonic rings radiating outward, activating distant towers until the desert glows like a frozen aurora. In the silence that follows, the light ebbs—leaving behind only faint resonance, as if the world is still listening.
--mod crystalline phononic monoliths, --mod refracted echo light, --mod spectral vibration memory, --mod harmonic resonance field, --mod glass desert atmosphere, --mod digital-illustrative cinematic realism, --mod AIVision refraction fidelity, --mod Flux vibrational inheritance, --mod hyperreal internal glow physics, --mod auroral light diffusion, --mod Fossian compositional scale, --mod Mobius conceptual stillness, --mod mythic solitude tone
Prompt: Highest details, ultra hyper realism. highly detailed and realistic, intricate and highly professional artwork, an absolute masterpiece. This is a highly detailed, futuristic CGI image showcasing a sleek, gigantic, high-tech space yacht cruising through space. The yacht features a streamlined design with large, curved windows and a glass dome on top, revealing an interior with circular lounge areas, pools and lush greenery. The lighting is soft, natural, and diffused, highlighting the yacht's glossy surface. The background is a scenic nebula with brilliant stars and smaller spacecraft, creating a sense of depth. The overall aesthetic quality is very high, with a focus on luxury and advanced design. The camera angle is slightly elevated view off the front port side, emphasizing the space yacht's grandeur.
--mod futuristic luxury, --mod scenic view
Prompt: A squadron of skimmer-sleds streaks along the knife-edge rim of a gas giant’s upper atmosphere, their engines shearing contrails of ionized vapor across a roiling horizon of color. Each rider—an Ion Cartographer—balances in the flux between artistry and annihilation. They trail tether-drones that paint living auroral lattices, mapping turbulence itself in glowing geometry. At point, the lead cartographer raises a gloved hand, wrist sensors flaring like captured suns, commanding the storm to part.
The sky is an ocean of liquid magnetism—amber and cyan clouds curling in colossal gyres, folds of plasma peeling back under titanic forces. Bolts of violet lightning crawl silently through transparent strata, exposing glimpses of planetary curvature below. The horizon curves in luminous sweep; dawn on one side, electrical night on the other. Bands of charged dust ripple like surf beneath the sleds, throwing mirrored reflections of the storm above.
The gas giant’s magnetic squall convulses. Waves of pressure distort the aurora lattice, folding light like fabric. The lead cartographer’s gesture sends a pulse through the tether network—drones whip outward, recalibrating position. Threads of light arc into new alignment, forming a glowing corridor that momentarily stabilizes the maelstrom. Behind them, one sled skims too low—its hull grazes a charged current and erupts in streaming radiance before righting again. Every action has consequence; every correction, cost.
Skimmer hulls are graphite-silver, etched with shifting telemetry lines that crawl like veins of living circuitry. Helmets are faceted lenses reflecting molten sky—each surface flickers between data feed and mirrored storm. Drones glimmer like crystalline seeds tethered by plasma cords, their luminescence echoing the pulse rhythm of their pilots’ suits. Static discharges dance along the sleds’ fins, leaving trails of blue-white flame across magnetic surf. Even the air vibrates with conductive shimmer.
Backlight from the planet’s reflected sun flares across the riders’ silhouettes, while the storm wall before them towers like a cathedral forged of color. The corridor of safety glows in chromatic contrast—cool blues amid infernal gold. Every frame is alive with particulate brilliance: sparks tracing curves, tether arcs cutting diagonals through diffused haze. The camera angle is low and forward, perspective locked along the leader’s outstretched arm—the world’s chaos framed by one human act of control.
This is defiance rendered luminous—human intellect carving navigation through chaos. The cartographer’s raised hand is both command and prayer, fingers trembling at the threshold of disaster. Light itself bends in obedience for a heartbeat, then recoils, awaiting the next gesture. The scene holds its breath between triumph and annihilation—where knowledge becomes survival, and the act of mapping the storm becomes a declaration of existence.
--mod ionized-stormscape, --mod magnetic-aura, --mod chromatic-horizon, --mod plasma-dynamics, --mod hard-sci-fi-realism, --mod cinematic-depth, --mod vapor-light-reflection, --mod auroral-geometry, --mod tether-drones, --mod heroic-framing, --mod energy-feedback, --mod particle-luminosity, --mod structuregrain, --mod diffusionsoftlight, --mod glimmerhighlight, --mod ultra-focus, --mod stylized-realism, --mod mythic-science, --mod volumetricshafts, --mod atmosphericdepth, --mod luminous-motion
Prompt: Sorceress (woman, beautiful, blonde hair, delicate sapphire jewellery) dressed in a loose dark-blue robe covered with arcane symbols embroidered in glowing gold thread, tracing mystic symbols (glowing with arcane light) in the air around her with her fingertips, waves of visual distortion radiating from hand :: fantasy world, dark blue décor with intricate white marble floors :: by Pino Daeni, Luis Royo, and Tom Bagshaw, John William Waterhouse, Hoàng Lập, Justin Gerard :: full shot, eye level :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: a masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed
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.
