Prompt: An oil painting in deep, enchanted tones depicting an ancient, otherworldly forest shrouded in luminous mist. A lone, hooded figure draped in a flowing emerald cloak walks along a narrow, winding path, surrounded by towering, twisted trees with bioluminescent moss clinging to their bark. The air is filled with floating specks of golden light, casting a faint, magical glow on the damp foliage. Above, a massive, ethereal dragon with translucent wings glides silently through the misty canopy, its piercing, emerald-green eyes faintly visible through the swirling haze. The scene is bathed in a rich palette of deep forest greens, glowing blues, and muted golds, with soft, blended brushstrokes creating an immersive, cinematic texture. The contrast between the eerie stillness of the forest and the quiet motion of the figure and dragon enhances the painting’s dreamlike and mystical atmosphere.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Alla Prima, Sfumato and Glazing Technique: Shadowed Figure in a Storm-Lit Jungle.
Foreground (Impasto & Glazing): Dense, untamed plants sprawl in every direction, covering the ground with a thick layer of wet leaves and roots pulsating with moisture (Impasto). Raindrops slide down the smooth surfaces of the leaves, reflecting lightning that occasionally illuminates the dark landscape (Glazing). Half-buried in the mud lies an ancient amulet, its metal corroded by time, while next to it, a single footprint remains fresh—already being swallowed by the relentless rain. Middle ground (Sfumato & Chiaroscuro): Beneath towering trees, veiled in thick mist, a shadowed figure stands motionless, like a statue (Sfumato). His hood conceals his face, and rain trickles down the fabric, leaving dark streaks. Despite the diffused light, his shadow stretches unnaturally sharp and deep across the wet ground, as if it does not belong to this world (Chiaroscuro). His fingers grip the hilt of a short spear, its blade flickering in rhythm with the storm’s violent flashes. Background (Alla Prima & Glazing): Between the dense canopy, clouds swirl in oppressive shades of purple and green, charged with the raw energy of an unpredictable storm (Alla Prima). In the distance, between two ancient stone obelisks, a faint bluish light flickers—like a long-forgotten signal calling out to those brave enough to seek it (Glazing). The wind carries strange sounds—whispers, almost unnatural—while something unseen moves among the trees, following his step. The figure does not take his eyes off the light in the distance. The rain and thunder cannot stop him. He knows there is no turning back—only forward, deeper into the heart of the storm.
Prompt: Deep within the heart of an ancient apothecary, shelves bow under the weight of countless glass bottles, their fragile surfaces warped by age, each containing remnants of long-forgotten remedies. The warm, flickering glow of candlelight shimmers against the aged glass, casting elongated, ghostly reflections along the stone walls. Overhead, bundles of dried lavender, sage, and belladonna hang from the wooden beams, their brittle leaves rustling faintly in the heavy air. The room hums with an almost tangible stillness, disturbed only by the occasional drip of wax from a leaning candle, pooling into abstract forms on the worn wooden counter. The scent of aged parchment, spiced tinctures, and medicinal roots weaves an intoxicating perfume. A large, curved glass flask refracts the dim light into strange patterns—but within its warped reflection, a shadowed figure stands, watching. Its form is indistinct, blurred by the curvature of the glass, yet unmistakably present. An unseen tension lingers, as if the walls themselves hold their breath, awaiting a moment yet to unfold.
Prompt: With a hieronymus bosch type feel A dark snowy ominous night a long narrow street with a dim lantern at the end of the street lighting up a single set of footprints A dark snowy ominous night a long narrow street with a dim lantern at the end of the street a figure cloaked in a long black cape in front of the lantern lookng towards the sky, as if searching for something
Prompt: A young man wearing a long black cape and hood, stands before a very tall dark stone tower, the tower has a dark and ominous appearance, but otherwise is in good shape, the man stands with his back to the viewer, a post-apocalyptic wasteland surrounds the tower and the man
Prompt: A lone, weathered druid stood atop a windswept cliff, gazing out at a vast, rolling ocean churned emerald by a brewing storm. The air crackled with the tang of salt and the approaching tempest. Sunlight, momentarily breaking through the dark clouds, cast a fleeting golden glow upon the druid's worn leather armor adorned with intricate leaf patterns. In their hand, a gnarled staff, carved from an ancient oak, pulsed faintly with a verdant light, echoing the power of the coming storm. Behind them, nestled amongst the roots of a colossal, wind-twisted tree, lay the entrance to a hidden grove, its entrance marked by a ring of towering mushrooms that glowed with an otherworldly blue light. This scene captured the essence of a guardian at the precipice of a battle, a protector of nature about to face the fury of the sea, their connection to the wild a beacon of hope against the encroaching storm.
Prompt: And at my command the heavens are opened and are shut; and at my word the earth shall shake; and at my command the inhabitants thereof shall pass away, even so as by fire.
Prompt: seamless collage:
Is it cloak and dagger?
Could it be spring or fall?
I walk without a cut through a stained-glass wall,
Spare a little candle, save some light for me,
Figures up ahead, movin' in the trees,
White skin in linen, perfume on my wrist,
And the full moon that hangs over,
These dreams in the mist,
Darkness on the edge, shadows where I stand,
I search for the time on a watch with no hands,
I want to see you clearly, come closer than this,
But all I remember are the dreams in the mist,
These dreams go on when I close my eyes,
Every second of the night I live another life,
These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside,
Every moment I'm awake, the further I'm away (the further I'm away).
Lyrics from These Dreams, by Heart
Prompt: Vorticism style abstract paint (orange and purple large bright brushstrokes) of: Gothic spaceship descends upon a post-apocalyptic city, eerie moonlight illuminating two gothic-clad women, stunning goth futuristic woman and gorgeous goth cosmonaut girl, as they emerge with dark elegance and advanced technology.
Prompt: Cosmic Wizards Inside the cyberspace of the "world wide web", internet, sci-fi fantasy, unimaginable beauty and complexity, extremely detailed, high quality, digital painting
Prompt: Call Of Cthulhu, lost soul going to the sea leading by eternal eldritch call of ancient alien god Cthulhu, in style of Klimt, Aubrey Beardsley, graphic art nouveau poster with golden details, surrealistic gothic arts, lovecraftian, ink and colored engraving
Misty Graveyard: A Cloaked Rider's Quest (thanks to franck for the inspiration)
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
2304 X 1792
(4.13 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A cloaked figure rides a black horse through a misty graveyard, wielding a sword. Grave markers dot the desolate landscape under a bright, glowing sun, creating an eerie and dramatic atmosphere.
Prompt: Painting, by Mary Vaux Walcott, of Halloween monsters , illustration, a supernatural mist, spooky trees, vivid warm color harmonies, detailed matte painting, deep color, fantastical, intricate detail, splash screen, complementary colors, fantasy concept art, 8k resolution trending on Artstation
Prompt: The image depicts a mystical scene featuring an old witch or sorceress, hunched over a bubbling cauldron. She has long, flowing white hair and wears a dark, hooded cloak adorned with intricate patterns. The atmosphere is eerie, illuminated by the warm glow of the cauldron, which emits swirling, colorful steam. The background consists of dark, twisted trees, enhancing the sense of a magical, enchanted forest. The witch appears to be intently stirring the potion, with a mischievous or sinister expression, suggesting she is concocting something powerful or magical. The overall color palette combines deep blues and warm oranges, creating a striking contrast that adds to the enchanting yet ominous mood of the scene.
Prompt: A mysterious hooded figure stands solemnly, draped in flowing, ornate robes adorned with intricate patterns and gold accents. The figure holds a gleaming sword, its blade reflecting light, while the hilt features elaborate designs. The background is softly illuminated, with subtle hints of nature, including delicate flowers and celestial elements like a crescent moon. The overall atmosphere is one of mystique and reverence, evoking a sense of ancient wisdom and power.
Prompt: Full length portrait by Frank Frazetta, using a combination of oil paint and watercolour, an ancient magician in a black medieval tunic, a gold medallion around his neck with ancient symbols, a gold ring on his index finger, with a black goatee beard, pointing at the viewer as if casting a spell on the viewer, with intense gold glowing eyes, an intense stare, thick eyebrows that are arched in a villainous way, use depth of field, and foreshortening of his hand as he points at the viewer, the background is dark and stormy and perfectly befits the mood of the dark arts, in the style of a Frank Frazetta dark fantasy novel cover, an epic moody, magical image, thick intense oil paint and watercolour, thick textured brush strokes
Prompt: Jesus, dressed in elaborately woven, snow-dusted robes, carefully lowers a shining cross into a shimmering ice hole, whose frozen surface is illuminated from within, emitting an unearthly glow. Close-up: his hands, calloused from work, hold the cross as if presenting a sacred offering. In the background, amidst the frost-covered trees, a breathtaking, snow-covered temple rises, reminiscent of a fairy tale. Delicate, lace-like patterns of frost dance on the facade of the temple, and golden bells, emitting an unearthly glow. reflecting a soft mystical light. The atmosphere is filled with Thomas Kinkade's characteristic warmth and hyper-detailed, mystical realism, as if the scene had been transported from a fantasy world filled with whispers of mystery and wonder.
Prompt: Create a folk art, hand painted antique canvas of a mysterious blurry cinematic photo of chaos at dawn tearing down the old dilapidated past while the black silhouetted figure ofa cloaked and hooded phantasm looks into the sky. The moody backdrop creates an atmosphere of enchantment with fine detailed structures with hazy textures, fine color scratches, tears, cracks in the paint a the style comparable to that of Gabriel Pacheco. Antique extreme canvas textured. Colors fading into each other like sandy mist.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Alla Prima, Sfumato and Glazing Technique: Shadowed Figure in a Sunlit Expanse.
Foreground (Impasto & Glazing): On the restless sand, golden grains shimmer under the relentless sun, while the wind shapes shifting dunes, leaving fleeting ridges behind (Impasto). Sharp pebbles and the scorched bones of small creatures are scattered across the ground, capturing rays of light through layered reflections (Glazing). Half-buried in the sand, a metal mask glows under the sun, a silent witness to past times, while beside it, the only sign of life—a dry, twisted plant—defies the elements. Middle ground (Sfumato & Chiaroscuro): A cloaked figure stands at the edge of a dune, turned away. The wind pulls at the fabric’s edges, while bluish shadows ripple through its folds (Sfumato). The sun behind casts a sharp, elongated silhouette, stretching over the ground like a crack in reality (Chiaroscuro). His hand rests on the hilt of an ancient sword, partially sunk into the sand, as he gazes at the strange sight before him. Background (Alla Prima & Glazing): On the horizon, an unreal structure rises—an enormous stone bridge, naturally shaped by erosion, connecting the two sides of a deep canyon (Alla Prima). Beneath it, light refracts through a thin veil of mist, giving the landscape an almost otherworldly atmosphere (Glazing). In the distance, through the wavering heat, a city carved into the mountain walls emerges, its shadows pulsing beneath the golden sky.
In the prevailing silence, the only sound comes from afar—a faint echo of drums merging with the wind, calling him forward.
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.
