deep sleep prompts

2 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic dystopian image featuring a scene from the poem Usheen. That in immortal silence sleeps Dreaming of her own melting hues, Her golds, her ambers, and her blues, Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps.. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic nightmare scenario. Cinematic colours.

9 months ago

A cinematic high-fashion portrait of a woman standing alone under the soft, moody glow of midnight city lights. Her presence is intoxicating—every movement, every glance, effortlessly captivating. The air is thick with mystery as neon reflections dance across her smooth skin, tracing delicate lines of gold and sapphire over her silhouette. Her outfit, elegant yet daring, clings to her form with liquid grace, shimmering as she moves. Her lips, slightly parted, hold the promise of a story untold, while her deep, mesmerizing gaze locks onto the unseen, drawing in anyone who dares to look. The blurred urban backdrop hums with the quiet pulse of a city that never sleeps, framing her like a vision lost between dream and reality.

2 months ago

I hear white Beauty sighing, too, for hours when all must fade like dew. But flame on flame, deep under deep, throne over throne, where in half sleep their swords upon their iron knees brood her sad lonely Knights. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

2 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic dystopian image featuring a scene from the poem Usheen. That in immortal silence sleeps Dreaming of her own melting hues, Her golds, her ambers, and her blues, Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps.. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic nightmare scenario. Cinematic colours.

2 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic dystopian image featuring a scene from the poem Usheen. That in immortal silence sleeps Dreaming of her own melting hues, Her golds, her ambers, and her blues, Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps.. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic nightmare scenario. Cinematic colours.

6 months ago

Visualize a small, luminescent creature nestled within the glowing roots of an ancient Echo-tree. Its body is rounded and sturdy like a panda’s, yet soft and compact like a koala curled in repose. Its violet mist-fur ripples gently with streaks of wonderlight — glowing with hues of sapphire, rose-gold, and teal that dance like starlight through its coat. The face is gentle, with panda-like indigo markings that draw the gaze to calm, silver-blue eyes — deep wells of kindness and memory. Rounded koala ears twitch gently, reacting not to sound, but to emotion in the mist. Its mossy brush-tail trails glowing pollenlight as it moves with reverent care. As the Murumellight hums, the ground responds — opening shimmering burrows laced with dreamroots and memoryblossoms. A young traveler curls beside it, and for a moment, the world forgets sorrow. Lighting: Bioluminescent aura, pollenlight halos, pastel dreamglow Style: Sacred serenity, woodland fantasy, emotional surrealism Emotion: Comfort, belonging, the moment before safe sleep

6 months ago

A majestic, ethereal creature glides silently through a mist-shrouded dream glade. Xuneshava’s body is a graceful blend of feline strength and vulpine elegance: Velvet paws press lightly into the mist without leaving a mark. Her body arches and flows like a river of breath and light. Her fur flows like living mist, colored in soft, shifting ribbons of pink, moonlit white, and glowing teal. Subtle black ripple patterns run along her shoulders and sides, as if memories are tattooed into her mistwoven skin. Her eyes are deep luminous teal, wide and endless, shimmering like twilight gardens reflected in silver water. Above her head, a delicate halo of drifting moonblossoms floats — each blossom glowing and softly shifting colors in time with her unseen breath. Flowing behind her is a single, immense mist-tail — vast, shimmering, and dreamlike. The tail twists and undulates like a river of silk, ending in gentle petal-like wisps that glow in pastel light. The tail carries faint trails of pollen mist and tiny memory-lights in its wake. Around her, the glade breathes softly: Crystal-bloom trees arch overhead, their branches dripping with silver mist. The ground is a carpet of glowing, sleeping flowers. Mistfireflies drift lazily, illuminating the air with faint pulses of hope.

2 months ago

I hear white Beauty sighing, too, for hours when all must fade like dew. But flame on flame, deep under deep, throne over throne, where in half sleep their swords upon their iron knees brood her sad lonely Knights. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

2 months ago

I hear white Beauty sighing, too, for hours when all must fade like dew. But flame on flame, deep under deep, throne over throne, where in half sleep their swords upon their iron knees brood her sad lonely Knights. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

8 months ago

A cozy log cabin with a stone chimney nestled in a serene forest by a crystal-clear turquoise lake, surrounded by lush green trees and vibrant flowers. Two wooden Adirondack chairs face a warm crackling campfire on a stone patio, offering a peaceful view of the calm water reflecting the pine-covered mountains in the background. A gentle mist hangs in the air, while a pair of white doves perch on a tree branch above, and a lone swan glides gracefully across the lake. The atmosphere is tranquil, perfect for relaxation, deep sleep, or peaceful contemplation in nature 8k uhd ultra

7 months ago

A warm, inviting wooden cabin porch on a rainy night, softly lit by a glowing fireplace. The sound of raindrops tapping on the wooden deck and roof creates a peaceful ambiance. Cozy armchairs with plaid cushions face the flickering fire, while outside, the dark forest and distant lake shimmer under the rain. The scene evokes a deep sense of comfort, solitude, and tranquility—perfect for sleep, relaxation, or cozy evening vibes.

7 months ago

A warm, inviting wooden cabin porch on a rainy night, softly lit by a glowing fireplace. The sound of raindrops tapping on the wooden deck and roof creates a peaceful ambiance. Cozy armchairs with plaid cushions face the flickering fire, while outside, the dark forest and distant lake shimmer under the rain. The scene evokes a deep sense of comfort, solitude, and tranquility—perfect for sleep, relaxation, or cozy evening vibes.

2 months ago

Sif – Asgardian Warrior (Bifrost Overlook) Grand Asgardian bedroom with futuristic elements, polished silver and deep crimson decor, tall window revealing the shimmering Bifrost bridge, Sif standing beside her bed in deep red silk shorts and a silver-trimmed halter sleep top, her ornate sword leaning against the carved bedframe, celestial lights reflecting off the polished floor, photoreal, cinematic Asgardian sci-fi fusion, Flux Pro Ultra

2 months ago

Sif – Asgardian Warrior Grand Asgardian bedroom with carved wooden beams, silver armor displayed on a stand in the corner, Lady Sif standing near her bed in deep red silk shorts and a fitted silver-trimmed sleep top, her sword leaning against the headboard, moonlight spilling in through tall arched windows, fur pelts across the floor, photoreal, cinematic Asgardian tone, Flux Pro Ultra

2 months ago

Sif – Asgardian Warrior Prompt: ((LoRA:LadySif:0.75)) grand Asgardian bedroom with carved wooden beams, silver armor displayed on a stand in the corner, Lady Sif standing near her bed in deep red silk shorts and a fitted silver-trimmed sleep top, her sword leaning against the headboard, moonlight spilling in through tall arched windows, fur pelts across the floor, photoreal, cinematic Asgardian tone, Flux Pro Ultra

4 months ago

"Create a cinematic video of a joyful, productive day in the life of a young person. Early morning sunrise through the window, a fresh cup of coffee, peaceful vibes. Then a morning walk in nature, birds chirping, trees swaying in the wind. Working creatively on a laptop in a cozy home office with a warm sunlight glow. Afternoon scene with friends at a café, laughter and good vibes. Evening golden hour at a park, slow-motion moments, deep breaths, and reflection. End with a cozy night, soft lights, journaling, and peaceful sleep. Calm background music, soft transitions, and a dreamy, peaceful atmosphere."

2 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic dystopian image featuring a scene from the poem Usheen. That in immortal silence sleeps Dreaming of her own melting hues, Her golds, her ambers, and her blues, Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps.. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic nightmare scenario. Cinematic colours.

2 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic dystopian image featuring a scene from the poem Usheen. That in immortal silence sleeps Dreaming of her own melting hues, Her golds, her ambers, and her blues, Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps.. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic nightmare scenario. Cinematic colours.

2 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic dystopian image featuring a scene from the poem Usheen. That in immortal silence sleeps Dreaming of her own melting hues, Her golds, her ambers, and her blues, Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps.. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic nightmare scenario. Cinematic colours.

2 months ago

Create an emotional dramatic dystopian image featuring a scene from the poem Usheen. That in immortal silence sleeps Dreaming of her own melting hues, Her golds, her ambers, and her blues, Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps.. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic nightmare scenario. Cinematic colours.

7 months ago

Full shot, Nader Shah Afshar, now 60 years old, lies within a canvas tent, his face marked with the deep lines of age and battle. His eyes are closed, resting, yet his hand grips the hilt of his sword, resting beside him, ready for action. The blade gleams faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his power and the weight of his rule. His attire is that of a royal warrior—he wears a richly embroidered silk robe, deep crimson in color, adorned with intricate Persian motifs of gold thread. Underneath, a dark tunic made from fine wool clings to his body, its fabric slightly creased from sleep. His black sash, thick and embroidered, is wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy, ornate belt hangs from his side, with a dagger tucked in. Around the perimeter of the tent, the shadows of soldiers with drawn swords stretch across the canvas, their forms shifting and dark against the night. The danger is palpable, their presence unmistakable. The night is thick with tension as the stillness is broken only by the occasional sound of the wind rustling the tent. The dim light from a distant fire casts an eerie glow, highlighting the ominous figures waiting outside, poised for any sudden action. The atmosphere is heavy with the promise of imminent danger.

7 months ago

Nader Shah Afshar, now 60 years old, lies within a canvas tent, his face marked with the deep lines of age and battle. His eyes are closed, resting, yet his hand grips the hilt of his sword, resting beside him, ready for action. The blade gleams faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his power and the weight of his rule. His attire is that of a royal warrior—he wears a richly embroidered silk robe, deep crimson in color, adorned with intricate Persian motifs of gold thread. Underneath, a dark tunic made from fine wool clings to his body, its fabric slightly creased from sleep. His black sash, thick and embroidered, is wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy, ornate belt hangs from his side, with a dagger tucked in. Around the perimeter of the tent, the shadows of soldiers with drawn swords stretch across the canvas, their forms shifting and dark against the night. The danger is palpable, their presence unmistakable. The night is thick with tension as the stillness is broken only by the occasional sound of the wind rustling the tent. The dim light from a distant fire casts an eerie glow, highlighting the ominous figures waiting outside, poised for any sudden action. The atmosphere is heavy with the promise of imminent danger.

7 months ago

Nader Shah Afshar, now 60 years old, lies within a canvas tent, his face marked with the deep lines of age and battle. His eyes are closed, resting, yet his hand grips the hilt of his sword, resting beside him, ready for action. The blade gleams faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his power and the weight of his rule. His attire is that of a royal warrior—he wears a richly embroidered silk robe, deep crimson in color, adorned with intricate Persian motifs of gold thread. Underneath, a dark tunic made from fine wool clings to his body, its fabric slightly creased from sleep. His black sash, thick and embroidered, is wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy, ornate belt hangs from his side, with a dagger tucked in. Around the perimeter of the tent, the shadows of soldiers with drawn swords stretch across the canvas, their forms shifting and dark against the night. The danger is palpable, their presence unmistakable. The night is thick with tension as the stillness is broken only by the occasional sound of the wind rustling the tent. The dim light from a distant fire casts an eerie glow, highlighting the ominous figures waiting outside, poised for any sudden action. The atmosphere is heavy with the promise of imminent danger.

7 months ago

Nader Shah Afshar, now 60 years old, lies within a canvas tent, his face marked with the deep lines of age and battle. His eyes are closed, resting, yet his hand grips the hilt of his sword, resting beside him, ready for action. The blade gleams faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his power and the weight of his rule. His attire is that of a royal warrior—he wears a richly embroidered silk robe, deep crimson in color, adorned with intricate Persian motifs of gold thread. Underneath, a dark tunic made from fine wool clings to his body, its fabric slightly creased from sleep. His black sash, thick and embroidered, is wrapped tightly around his waist. A heavy, ornate belt hangs from his side, with a dagger tucked in. Around the perimeter of the tent, the shadows of soldiers with drawn swords stretch across the canvas, their forms shifting and dark against the night. The danger is palpable, their presence unmistakable. The night is thick with tension as the stillness is broken only by the occasional sound of the wind rustling the tent. The dim light from a distant fire casts an eerie glow, highlighting the ominous figures waiting outside, poised for any sudden action. The atmosphere is heavy with the promise of imminent danger.