that is dream lost prompts

8 months ago

An Impasto Impressionist Oil painting of a breathtakingly romantic scene of a **man and woman lying together** in a bed of **lush, velvety roses**, their bodies gently entwined in a tender embrace. Their expressions are serene, their eyes half-closed, as if lost in a blissful dream. The sea of roses beneath them blooms in rich shades of **crimson, blush pink, and deep burgundy**, their delicate petals soft and abundant, releasing a faint, intoxicating fragrance that lingers in the air.

7 months ago

An award-winning double exposure oil painting masterpiece inspired by the timeless emotion of Unchained Melody. The central figure is a solitary, longing lover—either male or female—reaching out with outstretched hands toward an unseen, distant other. Their expression is one of deep yearning, eyes closed as if lost in a memory or a dream. Within their form, the double exposure reveals an ethereal landscape of two souls intertwined by invisible threads—silhouettes of the lovers, their faces fading into the mist of an oceanic horizon or beneath a sky full of stars. The scene within the figure’s outline unfolds like a story of longing and connection: a shoreline bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, the waves crashing gently as they reflect the emotions of love’s deep, unbreakable bond. Light swirls around the lovers, enveloping them in a soft, golden glow, as if their love exists in a timeless, almost celestial plane. The soft, translucent waters of the ocean appear to reflect memories—perhaps a distant touch, a first kiss, or a shared moment under the stars. The palette evokes the timeless nature of the song: deep midnight blues, soft silvers, warm golds, and the iridescent glow of moonlight on the water, contrasted with the figure’s soft, muted tones—suggesting a vulnerability and fragility. Brushstrokes are delicate and layered, allowing the two worlds—the figure and the landscape—to blend seamlessly, creating a visual flow that captures the eternal pull of love, even across time and space. Themes of separation, devotion, longing, and the eternal connection between two souls are explored with a sense of yearning and passion, making this painting an intimate tribute to the enduring power of love, as expressed through Unchained Melody.

9 months ago

A spectral figure, half-formed from wisps of silver and shadow, rises from the still body below. The soul, luminous and fragile, drifts upward, dissolving into the vast, obsidian void speckled with fading embers of existence. Ethereal ribbons of light stretch and coil around the departing essence, whispering the echoes of forgotten dreams. The air shimmers with an eerie, unearthly glow—both mournful and divine. A silent wind carries the final breath into the infinite unknown, where the veil between life and eternity shivers and parts. Beauty and sorrow intertwine in a delicate ballet of departure, as the universe inhales the lost soul into its boundless embrace.

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.

9 months ago

A spectral figure, half-formed from wisps of silver and shadow, rises from the still body below. The soul, luminous and fragile, drifts upward, dissolving into the vast, obsidian void speckled with fading embers of existence. Ethereal ribbons of light stretch and coil around the departing essence, whispering the echoes of forgotten dreams. The air shimmers with an eerie, unearthly glow—both mournful and divine. A silent wind carries the final breath into the infinite unknown, where the veil between life and eternity shivers and parts. Beauty and sorrow intertwine in a delicate ballet of departure, as the universe inhales the lost soul into its boundless embrace.

3 months ago

Damnation wicked have, I cant hide their way. You can't hide, evil calls your name, walking, buildings will fall down tripping on magic shrooms, bipolar Zach-effect hologram splash art, surrealistic symbolism, double exposure dreaming dreamscape, lost souls, steampunk mandala, dreamcatcher nightmare hope 3D coagulated textures plasma ruby dewdrops worlds within worlds mirrored infinite reflections of duality. acrylic low key

3 months ago

Damnation wicked have, I cant hide their way. You can't hide, evil calls your name, walking, buildings will fall down tripping on magic shrooms, bipolar Zach-effect hologram splash art, surrealistic symbolism, double exposure dreaming dreamscape, lost souls, steampunk mandala, dreamcatcher nightmare hope 3D coagulated textures plasma ruby dewdrops worlds within worlds mirrored infinite reflections of duality. acrylic low key

3 months ago

Damnation wicked have, I cant hide their way. You can't hide, evil calls your name, walking, buildings will fall down tripping on magic shrooms, bipolar Zach-effect hologram splash art, surrealistic symbolism, double exposure dreaming dreamscape, lost souls, steampunk mandala, dreamcatcher nightmare hope 3D coagulated textures plasma ruby dewdrops worlds within worlds mirrored infinite reflections of duality. acrylic low key

9 months ago

A close-up of a heroic chrome figure, standing tall at the bow of a ghostly ship, cutting through the stormy night. His metallic face reflects the flickering lightning in the distance, his eyes sharp and unwavering, filled with determination. His long hair is swept wildly by the wind, as if the storm itself bends to his will. His bare chest gleams under the cold, bluish moonlight, unbothered by the freezing air and crashing waves. The rain glides off his reflective body like liquid silver. Behind him, the misty sails of the ghost ship billow, half-transparent, lost between reality and dream. The atmosphere is dark, cinematic, and mythical, blending elements of fantasy and sci-fi into an epic, timeless vision. Style Tags: Surreal, Dark Fantasy, Cinematic, High Detail, Heroic, Mythological, Sci-Fi Noir, Ghostly, Reflective Chrome, Stormy Ocean, Epic Lighting, Close-up Portrait, Windblown Hair, Strong Jawline

7 months ago

*Award-winning double exposure oil painting masterpiece drawn from the electrifying pulse and emotional turbulence of “Mamma Mia.” Set in an 8K cinematic portrait, the central figure is a dazzling woman mid-spin on a vintage checkered floor, dressed in 1970s glam—flowing sleeves, platform boots, sequins catching warm spotlight glow. Her face is expressive, caught between fierce resolve and inevitable surrender, as if dancing against her own will—her heart pulling her back toward something she tried to outrun. Within her spiraling silhouette, the double exposure reveals flickering moments of a whirlwind romance: a passionate kiss in a doorway, a slammed phone receiver, a perfume bottle crashing to the floor, handwritten letters burning in a sink. A ghostly image of the man she left behind hovers—sometimes watching from a distance, sometimes dancing just out of sync with her. The palette is lush and theatrical—crimson, gold, midnight blue, electric lavender. High drama meets high glamour, and every brushstroke vibrates with music and memory. Light and shadow chase each other across the scene, mirroring the push-pull lyrics of love lost and found again. This painting is a fever dream of romantic contradiction—a portrait of the heart’s refusal to let go, even when the mind screams “I’ve had enough.” It’s glitter, grief, and the guilty smile of dancing with the past

6 months ago

A serene and breathtaking landscape unfolds before us, as a woman stands silhouetted against a kaleidoscope of colors that dance across the sky. The horizon is ablaze with vibrant oranges and pinks, as though the sun has dipped below the water's edge, leaving behind a trail of radiant light. Above, the sky transitions into softer shades of lavender and purple, dotted with faint stars that begin to emerge as twilight deepens. The solitary figure stands on a weathered wooden pier that extends out over a calm body of water, its surface mirroring the colors of the sky like a perfect mirror. Her dark hair flows loosely around her shoulders, adding a touch of movement to the otherwise still scene. She wears a coat that drapes gently over her frame, suggesting a quiet contemplation or perhaps a moment of reflection. The water beneath her is serene, its surface undisturbed except for the gentle ripples that reflect the changing colors of the sky. The pier itself is worn and rustic, its planks showing signs of age and exposure to the elements. Each board tells a story of time passing, its texture rough and uneven, yet it holds steady under her weight, connecting her to the vast expanse before her. The horizon stretches endlessly, meeting the water at a point where reality seems to blur into dream. Her posture is relaxed yet deliberate, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if she is lost in thought or simply basking in the tranquility of the moment. The interplay of light and shadow creates a sense of depth, drawing the eye toward the distant horizon and the infinite possibilities it holds.

7 months ago

An eagle-eye view of a surreal Victorian town, captured at night under a pitch-black, starless sky. A wide cobblestone street stretches infinitely into the horizon, shrouded in faint, low-lying mist that swirls gently along the ground. Towering, vividly colored Victorian houses with ornate gables, bay windows, and intricate wooden trim line both sides of the street in perfect, mirror-like symmetry. Warm lights in shades of amber, gold, and faint crimson spill from countless windows, reflecting softly on the damp cobblestones. Some street lamps flicker subtly, while dark trees along the sidewalks whisper under an unseen breeze. The massive houses seem to lean inward slightly, as if conspiring, creating a dreamlike, faintly claustrophobic atmosphere. Tiny, silhouetted figures walk down the endless street, lost in an overwhelming, eerie silence that deepens the surreal sensation. The composition uses a slightly distorted wide-angle perspective, exaggerating the infinite vanishing point and immersing the viewer into a disorienting, cinematic dream.

6 months ago

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..

9 months ago

A spectral figure, half-formed from wisps of silver and shadow, rises from the still body below. The soul, luminous and fragile, drifts upward, dissolving into the vast, obsidian void speckled with fading embers of existence. Ethereal ribbons of light stretch and coil around the departing essence, whispering the echoes of forgotten dreams. The air shimmers with an eerie, unearthly glow—both mournful and divine. A silent wind carries the final breath into the infinite unknown, where the veil between life and eternity shivers and parts. Beauty and sorrow intertwine in a delicate ballet of departure, as the universe inhales the lost soul into its boundless embrace.

8 months ago

A haunting desert landscape under a scorching sun, where a lone figure walks with a weary posture, embodying struggle and introspection. The ground is cracked and parched, with blisters on the skin of the traveler, who is dressed in ragged clothing. The sun hangs ominously in the sky, casting harsh shadows that distort the surroundings, symbolizing the weight of despair. As the figure moves forward, wisps of smoke rise from the ground, representing memories and lost dreams, swirling around him. Ghostly apparitions dance in the heat, whispering tales of forgotten hopes. The colors are stark and vivid, dominated by burnt oranges, deep reds, and the shimmering heat of the desert, creating a sense of isolation and yearning. The overall mood is melancholic and gritty, reflecting the inner turmoil of seeking solace amid desolation, High Precision, Extremely Detailed, HDR, High Saturation, Incredibly Absurdres, Masterpiece

8 months ago

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.

3 months ago

Damnation wicked haven, I cant hide their way. You can't hide, evil calls your name, walking, buildings will fall down tripping on magic shrooms, bipolar Zach-effect hologram splash art, surrealistic symbolism, double exposure dreaming dreamscape, lost souls, steampunk mandala, dreamcatcher nightmare hope 3D coagulated textures plasma ruby dewdrops worlds within worlds mirrored infinite reflections of duality. acrylic low key

3 months ago

Damnation wicked have, I cant hide their way. You can't hide, evil calls your name, walking, buildings will fall down tripping on magic shrooms, bipolar Zach-effect hologram splash art, surrealistic symbolism, double exposure dreaming dreamscape, lost souls, steampunk mandala, dreamcatcher nightmare hope 3D coagulated textures plasma ruby dewdrops worlds within worlds mirrored infinite reflections of duality. acrylic low key

3 months ago

Damnation wicked have, I cant hide their way. You can't hide, evil calls your name, walking, buildings will fall down tripping on magic shrooms, bipolar Zach-effect hologram splash art, surrealistic symbolism, double exposure dreaming dreamscape, lost souls, steampunk mandala, dreamcatcher nightmare hope 3D coagulated textures plasma ruby dewdrops worlds within worlds mirrored infinite reflections of duality. acrylic low key

6 months ago

A highly Impressionistic watercolor vision. Conjure a dream figure of a woman with long, flowing black hair, robed in what might be a traditional Japanese kimono, its details softly lost in the dream. She is an ethereal presence, almost entirely merging with a soft, luminous atmospheric haze of blended reds and whites. Her face, while still very soft and part of the dream, should have features gently suggested through subtle watercolor shading and delicate shifts in color, allowing for a serene, recognizable expression without any hard lines. There should be no discernible sharp edges or lines anywhere else on the figure or clothing; her form is suggested purely by subtle shifts in watercolor washes, light, and shadow, bleeding into the haze. The style is extreme pure watercolor, with very loose, wet-on-wet techniques, where colors bleed and diffuse extensively, creating a soft, pulsating glow. The figure should remain translucent, a fleeting impression made of light and color within the vapor. This is a vision, with a softly visible face,

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.

8 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.