Prompt: Painting of a beauty Japanese woman, inspired by H.R. Giger’s biomechanical art. The image features a dark, surreal japanese landscape filled with twisted, gnarled trees, skeletal structures, and biomechanoid forms. The composition blends organic and architectural elements, evoking a sense of haunting otherworldliness. Shadows dominate the scene, with eerie, unnatural lighting that creates a sense of depth and mystery. The air feels thick with tension, as if the scene exists in a nightmare. The atmosphere is oppressive, and the woman’s face is partially obscured by alien-like, biomechanical features, adding to the eerie, unsettling quality. Dark, detailed, and suffused with the essence of the Necronomicon, evoking a feeling of ancient, forbidden knowledge. The overall tone is foreboding, a chilling fusion of the organic and the mechanical, as if the landscape itself is alive and watching.
Prompt: Moonlit scene, figure in semi-darkness, bare shoulders, curve of back, impasto technique, textured brushstrokes, fabric blending with body, rich dark palette, play of light and shadow, oil painting, expressive movement, detailed features, dramatic lighting, atmospheric ambiance.
Prompt: Odilon Redon's dreamlike surrealism. Rose drawn in detail. Kintsugi paintings of abstract squares, prism, create a mesmerizing design. The background is a landscape of lines of code, data strands, and geometry. Warm, golden light seeps through the gaps. Alcohol ink bleeds along the edges. A masterpiece of the highest quality and detailed mixed-media art. Vibrant black earth tones, thick, heavy texture, expressive brushstrokes.Inspired by Georgia O’Keeffe
Prompt: Distressed vintage bold weathered typography movie poster for "The Long Year", a war drama set in a gritty, nostalgic 1970s style. A long shot captures a weary World War I soldier against a desolate battlefield on a dark, stormy night, enveloped in eerie, thick mist. His disheveled uniform and mud-caked trench coat are visible, with a vintage rifle slung over his shoulder. Somber blue eyes reflect horrors, and his weathered face is etched with time. The environment features churned earth, barbed wire entanglement, and decaying wooden planks under an overcast sky with ominous storm clouds. Dimly lit trenches create a claustrophobic atmosphere. A compressed movie billing block credit sits at the bottom. Surreal atmospheres inspired by Zdzisław Beksiński, sinister mood by Greg Rutkowski. Vintage noir photography style with grainy texture and dramatic lighting. --ar 3:4 --style raw.
Prompt: Surreal jungle garden night Scene stylish Kyoto Maiden in tradition robes with a butterflies, & pink Sakura in the style of Ingebjorg Froydis Stoyva.
Carl Larsson Alexander Jansson wide open dark eyes Illustration By Marguerite Delorme by Chokhaby Marguerite Zorach Highly dramatic minimalism contemplative art the intersection of atmosphere and emotion.
Prompt: a stormy sea with crashing waves against a rocky cliff with a cozy cottage atop it with glowing golden windows at night with cumulous stormy clouds partly obscuring a full moon all in Tiffany stained glass. no frames
Prompt: Round about then fly away ethereal colourful Gustav Klimt glowing Nicoletta Ceccoli translucent Catrin Welz-Stein illuminated Dee Nickerson
Mercury Glass patina, Art Brut, moody, somber, saturated colors, in the style of Paul Klee, Arthur Rackham intricate, elegant, Egon//
detailed elaborate, dreamy Pastel colors
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) A dynamic ink and watercolor drawing with scratching, splashing, blotting textures, irregular strokes, squiggly lines, deeply evocative, combined with impasto drip painting, splatter, and overspray of color, painted and drawn on black canvas. Sensual, electric, and highly emotional.
You said faith was obedience.
That a child must trust the Father —
not ask questions,
just hold the hand,
and cross.
But I was raised to look both ways.
To doubt what everyone else swore was safe.
And that’s why I can’t walk your road, Nicky —
I still see the traffic.
See, they call it childlike faith.
But there’s nothing childlike about fear.
There’s nothing innocent about surrender
when surrender means silence.
They took the word child
and scrubbed it clean of wonder.
Taught you to pray instead of play,
to bow instead of build,
to say “Amen” instead of “Why?”
And then they called it love.
But it wasn’t love.
It was control wearing a smile.
A lullaby for lost adults
rocking themselves to sleep inside the same four walls
they call “truth.”
I don’t hate them.
They’re just children who never got to grow.
Their curiosity starved.
Their laughter replaced by “hallelujah.”
When they say “be humble,” they mean “stay small.”
When they say “be faithful,” they mean “don’t think.”
And when they say “God loves you,”
what they really mean is don’t leave.
You once laughed differently.
Before the guilt.
Before the rules.
Before every dream had to be approved by heaven.
You used to be sunlight,
and then someone told you it was dangerous to shine.
You used to sing —
not because you were told to,
but because your chest was too full to stay quiet.
You used to wonder.
And that’s the part they feared the most.
So listen, if I ever get to speak to you again,
I won’t preach.
I won’t argue about heaven or hell.
I’ll just remind you
that you were the gospel once —
before anyone ever opened a Bible.
Because I still remember you —
the girl before obedience.
The girl before the hymns.
The girl who still believed in blue skies
and open doors
and getting your knees dirty just for fun.
You’re still in there, Nicky.
Not gone — just hidden.
Waiting.
Like a child locked in a church basement
while the adults upstairs sing about freedom.
They can keep their light.
I’ll keep my darkness —
because at least here, my eyes are open.
And if that makes me a heretic,
then let them pray for me.
Because I believe —
and I’ll say it again and again —
To reclaim your childhood is the holiest act of all.
To ask, to feel, to play — that is worship.
To love without fear — that is divine.
And to walk into the unknown with eyes open...
that’s salvation.
Because somewhere behind the hymns and the rules,
behind the sermons and the smiles,
there’s a girl still running through the fields —
barefoot, laughing, unashamed,
and free.
And when I find her again,
I’ll tell her what no one told us:
You don’t need permission to be alive.
The surreal light of floating ink and the ethereal glow of the rooftop observatory illuminate her face and figure, highlighting her magnetic presence and audacious energy, making the scene feel alive, chaotic, and intoxicating.
Masterpiece, touching, sparkling, gorgeous, golden ratio, awe-inspiring, breath-taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique,
Prompt: (((Masterpiece))) The most precious puppy in the world. The puppy has sparkles around his entire body. There is a beautifully designed Christmas collar wrapped around his neck. There is the most beautifully decorated Christmas tree near the puppy. The room is a whimsical Christmas area. Santa Claus is greeting lovely children. There is a window in the room and you can see the full moon and stars. Alcohol Ink Effect. The edges are soft and flowing with a few bubbles. Illustrated in a vibrant semi-realist comic style. Intricate line drawings—detail textures. 5D diorama on layers and layers of paper, a volumetric, 5D microcosm of particles of light, and the Christmas tree comes to life in outstanding paper. Slight splash colors to blend in with the colors. Textured. Intricate paper cut. Mystical atmosphere. Shimmering style. Detailed brush work. Fantasy. A couple of rabbits.
Prompt: A ink and watercolor wash rendering on rough handmade paper of a solitary dark, intense scene featuring a mature gothic woman, dressed entirely in elegant black. Her arms and neck are tattooed. She is standing at a large window in a living room, looking outside while leaning on the windowsill. Two candles are burning in elegant candlesticks on the windowsill. She looks thoughtful and sad as she gazes outside. Outside of this room is a lot of nature and forest. It is snowing heavily outside.
Prompt: Decayed megalopolis in a Lovecraftian future, probably.
Ensure all significant elements remain within boundaries.
Some kind of masterpiece would be nice.
(((Very Cosmic horror, much eldritch and hyper Lovecraftian))).
Satanic nostalgia, glory. Moody, nauseating, desaturated colors.
Ink and oil on paper.
Prompt: Generate an image of a decorative wall art piece featuring three stylized embossed Amsterdam facade houses paper art, classic architectural facades. The facades are predominantly white, featuring intricate detailing with a mix of red accents. The left facade displays a steep, ornate gable roof with circular design elements and rounded windows. The middle facade is more restrained with a central ornate feature and several rectangular windows with contrasting red frames. The right facade mirrors the left with a similar gable design, but with different window styles. The doors at the base of each facade are painted in black and red, with subtle decorative elements such as small wreaths on the doors. The background is a light, neutral tone that enhances the vibrancy of the colors and details, creating a whimsical yet elegant appearance. The overall composition is balanced and harmoniously arranged, showcasing the playful interaction between the architectural styles and colors.
Prompt: can you draw a mixed media artwork abstract/surreal illustrating the " You got what the kids
these days call moxie.
" in the style of Gabriel Pacheco
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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