Dream like beauty prompts

A woman stands facing the camera at a slight angle, her long tousled brunette hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of darkness. A bright and contagious smile spreads across her face, illuminating her features as she leans up against a large window in her bedroom. The late evening sky outside is painted with vivid hues of purple and pink, a breathtaking sunset that seems to match the warmth and joy radiating from within her. She wears a spaghetti strap tank top that showcases her toned physique, its plunging neckline drawing attention to her rosy cheeks and light blue eyes that sparkle like gemstones. Her unadorned face is a testament to her natural beauty, as if she's just stepped out of a dream. aidmahyperrealism, aidmarealisticpeoplephotograph

Luv2Grill

6 250

A barren, sun-scorched world stretches before you, its landscape dotted with the skeletal remains of a once-thriving civilization. Crumbling stone structures, half-buried in dust, hint at a forgotten people whose voices have long since faded into the silence of time. The twin suns cast an eerie golden glow over the ruins, creating long shadows that dance across the cracked earth. At the heart of the desolation, a single artifact remains untouched—a delicate wooden flute, resting on a worn stone pedestal, its surface smoothed by the passage of centuries. The wind carries a ghostly echo of music, a melody that no living soul has played in a thousand years. Faint spectral figures flicker in the distance, their outlines shimmering like heat mirages—glimpses of the past, moments frozen in time. This is a place where history lingers, unseen yet deeply felt. The silence is deafening, yet the weight of an entire civilization’s hopes, dreams, and love is imprinted in every grain of sand. This is not just a ruin; it is a graveyard of memory, a testament to the fleeting nature of existence. Depict the melancholy beauty of this forgotten world, emphasizing the contrast between the endless march of time and the fragile permanence of a single, cherished melody.

Pulsar212121

4 150

Create a hyper-realistic surreal portrait where reality fractures into beautiful impossibility: a modern japanese femme fatale whose amber eyes emit an otherworldly luminescence , her liquid-obsidian hair defying gravity in a high ponytail where strands transform into ethereal smoke, intertwining with floating black pearls particles that orbit her form like microscopic galaxies, while her hair accessory morphs between solid and liquid states, defying physics by dripping upward into the void, her choker manifesting impossible geometries that pulse with mechanical life as the designer pendant seems to sink into a dimension beneath her skin creating reality ripples, her sleek latex corset-style top with a plunging sweetheart neckline reflecting light in physically impossible ways - simultaneously absorbing all light while emitting otherworldly bioluminescence, its material state fluctuating between liquid, solid, and vapor in mesmerizing paradox, each seam and curve of the fitted bodice creating ripples in the fabric of reality itself, skin transitioning between porcelain smoothness and crystalline fragments where golden circuit-like veins peek through the epidermis that fractals into infinite patterns, iridescent lips shifting colors with every angle despite the static nature of the image, all while the background warps into a vortex of inverse watercolor physics where paint flows against gravity and abstract forms suggest familiar shapes that dissolve upon focused attention, multiple impossible light sources creating contradictory shadows and highlights that challenge spatial perception, with microscopic details revealing infinite recursions hidden within textures that become increasingly surreal upon closer inspection, the entire composition dancing on the knife-edge between photorealistic precision and impossible surrealism, manifesting as a beautiful hallucination captured in perfect clarity where every element seems to breathe and move in peripheral vision yet remains hauntingly still when directly observed, creating an image that feels like a dream made tangible through digital artistry.

CStamps

2 100

Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.

ElectricL

2 40

Midnight Sun In early June light never fades as I travel the long roads of childhood once more and his memory came to me. On a night like this not long ago a boy walked these grassy fields as I do now in search of forever. His brown hair grasped the fingers of the wind while playful eyes sought, across fields of green, the horizon where forever lived. Scents of summer caressed his senses, formed memories never to be taken for granted and his heart skipped a beat. Seeing nothing but beauty he did not know sadness as I do. Across fields up onto a tree crowned hill I walk to stand where my dreams were born for the first time. Now when the high hill he conquered forever spread in front of him, glittering blue green like a liquid dream in the midnight sun. Not knowing words for beauty like this he smiled, knowing it was enough. My first love lived where I now stand on this hill until the boy became a man, never seeing the midnight sun again I could not smile. So now I stand here looking for what I never wanted to forget, the smile of a child for the sake of beauty itself from a time not long ago. The years full of knowledge gave me much but forever never changed, blue green as ever, as my heart skips a beat tears fall across lips shaped of joy.

ElectricL

1 51

In this captivating and enchanting scene, a young desirable and aristocratic woman with lustrous, rich brown hair elegantly styled in an intricate braid stands gracefully, her hair being a defining feature that makes her instantly recognizable. Her captivating hazel eyes are the focal point of the image, radiating a soft, dream-like quality that perfectly complements the overall princesscore aesthetic. The woman's gaze is gentle yet profound, drawing viewers into her world of elegance and grace. The setting around her is reminiscent of the medieval era, with a backdrop that beautifully blends light white and dark silver hues, creating a mesmerizing Y2K-inspired atmosphere. This backdrop is further enhanced by delicate, almost ethereal patterns that seem to shimmer, adding depth and a sense of magic to the scene. The woman is adorned in a beautifully detailed medieval dress that flows seamlessly around her, its fabric both smooth and shiny, reflecting the ambient light and adding to the ethereal feel of the image. The dress features intricate embroidery with golden threads that catch the light, and delicate lacework that accentuates her regal bearing. Her pensive pose, with a slight tilt of her head and a gentle hand resting near her heart, exudes an air of thoughtfulness and grace, making her the epitome of elegance in this timeless setting. The overall composition of the image, with its soft lighting and harmonious color palette, creates a serene and almost otherworldly ambiance, transporting the viewer to a realm of fantasy and beauty.

Genie79

1 64

After Strip light and bend it, twist it until mirrors on crumbled walls show who you are. This was never a dream nor fantasy but oh so cold reality of a harsh October rain. Because stone withers does not mean what was printed was false Still and always I will cherish what beauty that could be saved. Still I will shiver like butterfly wings when the first morning light paints a new world.

ElectricL

1 37

"A lone canary, adorned in a resplendent plumage of cadmium yellow, burnt orange, and ivory white, perches in a delicate, antique ivory boat, its intricate carvings glowing softly in the lunar light. The boat, surrounded by a halo of soft, ethereal luminescence, drifts serenely across the dark, tranquil waters, as if suspended in a dream. As the canary's beak opens, a single, crystalline note escapes, like a delicate dewdrop on a spider's silken web. Abstract-surreal-impressionist brushstrokes, reminiscent of Erin Hanson's expressive landscapes and Camille Rose Garcia's vibrant, symbolic narratives, blend with the poignant, psychological depth of Max Beckmann, all filtered through the dreamy, Impressionist lens of Pierre-Auguste Renoir and the evocative, symbolic language of Rafael Zabaleta. The matte background, a deep, burnished blue, like a still, mysterious pool, provides a sense of depth and enchantment, while the overall composition, imbued with the sense of wonder and virtuosic storytelling found in the works of Dee Nickerson and Bernard Buffet, draws the viewer into a world of poignant beauty and captivating narrative."

Morgue PRO

1 64

prompt: Inside a luminous salon adorned with pale pink and sky-blue gilded walls, an enchanting noblewoman lounges on a delicate chaise, her silk gown cascading in airy folds onto the marble floor. The fabric shimmers like spun gold under the glow of a crystalline chandelier. Above her, a painted ceiling of cherubs and soft, swirling clouds evokes a celestial dream. Delicate floral garlands entwine along the arching mirrors, reflecting the room in endless beauty. Beyond the terrace doors, a Rococo garden blooms in vibrant yellow roses, their petals caught in the faint afternoon breeze, dancing like whispered secrets.

Morgue PRO

1 53

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo ofDale Anne is a mermaid on the sand, Reaching out with helpless hands, For someone to understand, Sometimes I get to thinking of the way she used to cry It makes me want to rise and paint her picture on the sky, So everyone could see how sadly beautiful she is And bring sunshine to the darkness where she lives. Dale Anne is a bird with frozen wings, She's the queen of everything That's been forgotten by the spring. She has been deserted by the ones she used to trust Packing up their promises, they vanished in the dust, Standing at the crossroads of tomorrow and goodbye She's lost inside of other peoples' lives. Dale Anne is a song that no-one hears, Holding memories like a mirror, Reflecting images of tears. All her faithless vagabonds have finished with their scenes She remains discarded in the graveyard of her dreams. Whenever I see roses helpless in the rain My thoughts go turning back to Dale Anne. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy..

ClintD PRO

1 50

In the image, Rapunzel is depicted within the confines of her tower, a place that has been both her sanctuary and her prison. Her long, flowing golden hair cascades down like a shimmering waterfall, instantly making her recognizable. This hair, which has always been her most defining feature, is intricately woven into a stunning piece of lingerie that she wears with confidence and grace. The strands of her hair are interlaced with sparkling flower petals, adding a touch of nature's beauty and a hint of magic to her attire. The petals glisten as if kissed by the morning dew, reflecting the light that filters through the tower window. Rapunzel stands tall and proud, her posture radiating a sense of longing and determination. Her eyes, full of dreams and aspirations, gaze into the distance, embodying her deep yearning for adventure and freedom. The tower around her is a mix of rustic stone and aged wood, with vines creeping up the walls, symbolizing the passage of time and her connection to the outside world. Through the window, a lush, green forest stretches out, a stark contrast to her solitary confinement, beckoning her to explore the unknown. The scene captures a moment of quiet resolve, as Rapunzel stands on the precipice of her destiny, ready to embrace whatever lies beyond her tower walls.

Selfishreasons

1 65

"Hyperrealistic: An enchanting beauty, seemingly asleep and floating peacefully in a surreal, dream-like cloudscape, her gown made of swirling nebulae colors. (Trend: Surreal art, dreamcore, ethereal beauty)"âââ

The_Promptonaut

0 27

"A serene ocean scene, but the waves are beautifully crafted blue sugar cookies, cresting with white royal icing foam. Islands are giant macaroons of various pastel colors. The horizon glows with a warm, baked golden light. Surrealistic, dream-like."âââ

The_Promptonaut

0 16

Create a hyper-realistic surreal portrait where reality fractures into beautiful impossibility: a modern japanese femme fatale whose amber eyes emit an otherworldly luminescence , her liquid-obsidian hair defying gravity in a high ponytail where strands transform into ethereal smoke, intertwining with floating black pearls particles that orbit her form like microscopic galaxies, while her hair accessory morphs between solid and liquid states, defying physics by dripping upward into the void, her choker manifesting impossible geometries that pulse with mechanical life as the designer pendant seems to sink into a dimension beneath her skin creating reality ripples, her sleek latex corset-style top with a plunging sweetheart neckline reflecting light in physically impossible ways - simultaneously absorbing all light while emitting otherworldly bioluminescence, its material state fluctuating between liquid, solid, and vapor in mesmerizing paradox, each seam and curve of the fitted bodice creating ripples in the fabric of reality itself, skin transitioning between porcelain smoothness and crystalline fragments where golden circuit-like veins peek through the epidermis that fractals into infinite patterns, iridescent lips shifting colors with every angle despite the static nature of the image, all while the background warps into a vortex of inverse watercolor physics where paint flows against gravity and abstract forms suggest familiar shapes that dissolve upon focused attention, multiple impossible light sources creating contradictory shadows and highlights that challenge spatial perception, with microscopic details revealing infinite recursions hidden within textures that become increasingly surreal upon closer inspection, the entire composition dancing on the knife-edge between photorealistic precision and impossible surrealism, manifesting as a beautiful hallucination captured in perfect clarity where every element seems to breathe and move in peripheral vision yet remains hauntingly still when directly observed, creating an image that feels like a dream made tangible through digital artistry.

CStamps

0 52

Create a surreal, atmospheric digital painting that visualizes a lucid but fragmented dreamstate within a mystical world like the Hollow Veil. The landscape should blend soft reality and dream-logic: a winding path cuts through a valley filled with shimmering violet mist. On one side, place a broken stone archway and a gnarled black tree with silver-veined bark. On the other, a floating crimson-gold castle hovers above the mist, surrounded by dream fragments: faded faces, glowing petals, and runes made of moonlight. The sky is a fractured twilight with a massive, glowing moon radiating cool cyan and pale peach mistlight. Stars flicker like thoughts — shifting constellations forming and collapsing. The mist glows in soft gradients of lavender, silvery-blue, and ghost-white. Subtle iridescent trails float in the air, like strands of forgotten memories. Overall tone: melancholic, beautiful, unstable. A place where perception bends, and memories breathe.

Amon

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Create a surreal, atmospheric digital painting that visualizes a lucid but fragmented dreamstate within a mystical world like the Hollow Veil. The landscape should blend soft reality and dream-logic: a winding path cuts through a valley filled with shimmering violet mist. On one side, place a broken stone archway and a gnarled black tree with silver-veined bark. On the other, a floating crimson-gold castle hovers above the mist, surrounded by dream fragments: faded faces, glowing petals, and runes made of moonlight. The sky is a fractured twilight with a massive, glowing moon radiating cool cyan and pale peach mistlight. Stars flicker like thoughts — shifting constellations forming and collapsing. The mist glows in soft gradients of lavender, silvery-blue, and ghost-white. Subtle iridescent trails float in the air, like strands of forgotten memories. Overall tone: melancholic, beautiful, unstable. A place where perception bends, and memories breathe.

Amon

0 30

A colossal, ancient mirror formed of countless crystal petals, glowing softly in an endless twilight garden. The petals hum with hidden memories, swirling and shifting as a traveler approaches. Around the mirror, floating pollen drifts like tiny golden stars. The air shimmers with faint trails of forgotten dreams. Reflected in the mirror is not a true image, but visions of possible futures and lost hopes. The atmosphere is ethereal, magical, slightly melancholic but filled with deep beauty and promise. Style: fantasy art, highly detailed, dreamlike illumination, enchanted twilight mood.

Amon

0 29

prompt: Inside a luminous salon adorned with pale pink and sky-blue gilded walls, an enchanting noblewoman lounges on a delicate chaise, her silk gown cascading in airy folds onto the marble floor. The fabric shimmers like spun gold under the glow of a crystalline chandelier. Above her, a painted ceiling of cherubs and soft, swirling clouds evokes a celestial dream. Delicate floral garlands entwine along the arching mirrors, reflecting the room in endless beauty. Beyond the terrace doors, a Rococo garden blooms in vibrant yellow roses, their petals caught in the faint afternoon breeze, dancing like whispered secrets.

Morgue PRO

0 98

On a sheet of warm kraft paper that seems to hold time itself, space unfolds in colored pencil — soft layers revealing shadows and whispered light. At the center floats a planet in faded blues and ochres, its rings drawn with fine lines of white and gold. Tiny stars dot the background, their glow enhanced by delicate touches of white pencil against the brown paper. Around it, nebulae bloom in smoky purples and crimson hues, as if the galaxy were slowly being dreamed into existence. A single rose — drifting in the vacuum — hovers beside the planet, its petals open in antique red, like an offering to the infinite. No human figures appear. Only the sacred silence between stars, drawn with the tenderness of a hand that still believes in the beauty of the universe.

Morgue PRO

0 28

On a sheet of warm kraft paper that seems to hold time itself, space unfolds in colored pencil — soft layers revealing shadows and whispered light. At the center floats a planet in faded blues and ochres, its rings drawn with fine lines of white and gold. Tiny stars dot the background, their glow enhanced by delicate touches of white pencil against the brown paper. Around it, nebulae bloom in smoky purples and crimson hues, as if the galaxy were slowly being dreamed into existence. A single rose — drifting in the vacuum — hovers beside the planet, its petals open in antique red, like an offering to the infinite. No human figures appear. Only the sacred silence between stars, drawn with the tenderness of a hand that still believes in the beauty of the universe.

Morgue PRO

0 29

Create an award-winning oil painting that captures the eerie yet mesmerizing presence of a wispy spirit in a woman's bedroom. The scene is bathed in the soft, silvery glow of the moonlight filtering through lace-curtained windows, casting long, delicate shadows across the antique furniture and wooden floorboards. The air feels thick with an unseen presence—one that lingers in the dim glow of a flickering candle on the bedside table. The woman, lying in bed, is caught between sleep and waking, her expression a mix of curiosity and unease. A spectral figure drifts near her, barely formed—a wisp of mist and shadow, shifting like smoke in the air. Its shape is ethereal, almost human but not quite, its translucent form stretching and curling as if caught in an unseen current. The spirit’s face is indistinct, yet its hollow, glowing eyes seem filled with longing, sorrow, or perhaps a message left unspoken. The brushstrokes should be delicate and flowing, creating an interplay between the solid, tangible world of the bedroom and the ghostly, shifting form of the spirit. Cool tones of misty blues, silvers, and deep purples contrast with the warm, golden glow of candlelight, creating a haunting yet beautiful tension. The painting should evoke a sense of quiet dread, wonder, and mystery—leaving the viewer questioning whether this spirit is a dream, a lost soul, or something far more unknown.

Nednut4362

0 45

a dark, foreboding, and apocalyptic storm cloud, resembling a turbulent celestial aura, with the wild, electrified tendrils of the cloud blending ominously into the contours of an extremely beautiful, ethereal archangel's translucent face, her features soft and enigmatic, infused with an otherworldly, mystical glow. Her piercing eyes shimmer with an intense, divine light, as if the storm itself is envisioning a dramatic, intense, and haunting dream. Majestic wings, partly composed of swirling clouds and partly of gleaming, iridescent feathers, stretch out from her back, their soft, feathery edges undulating like the tendrils of the storm. The transparency of her face allows the stormy clouds and flashes of lightning to subtly shine through, adding to the surreal quality of the scene.

91e1b4b2a90 PRO

0 16

a dark, foreboding, and apocalyptic storm cloud, resembling a turbulent celestial aura, with the wild, electrified tendrils of the cloud blending ominously into the contours of an extremely beautiful, ethereal archangel's translucent face, her features soft and enigmatic, infused with an otherworldly, mystical glow. Her piercing eyes shimmer with an intense, divine light, as if the storm itself is envisioning a dramatic, intense, and haunting dream. Majestic wings, partly composed of swirling clouds and partly of gleaming, iridescent feathers, stretch out from her back, their soft, feathery edges undulating like the tendrils of the storm. The transparency of her face allows the stormy clouds and flashes of lightning to subtly shine through, adding to the surreal quality of the scene.

91e1b4b2a90 PRO

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a dark, foreboding, and apocalyptic storm cloud, resembling a turbulent celestial aura, with the wild, electrified tendrils of the cloud blending ominously into the contours of an extremely beautiful, ethereal archangel's translucent face, her features soft and enigmatic, infused with an otherworldly, mystical glow. Her piercing eyes shimmer with an intense, divine light, as if the storm itself is envisioning a dramatic, intense, and haunting dream. Majestic wings, partly composed of swirling clouds and partly of gleaming, iridescent feathers, stretch out from her back, their soft, feathery edges undulating like the tendrils of the storm. The transparency of her face allows the stormy clouds and flashes of lightning to subtly shine through, adding to the surreal quality of the scene.

91e1b4b2a90 PRO

0 31