Prompt: As you step into the forest, the air grows thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hoot of an owl. The canopy overhead is dense, blocking out much of the daylight, casting the forest floor into shadowy obscurity. Shafts of pale light filter through the tangled branches, illuminating patches of moss and ferns, but their feeble glow does little to dispel the pervasive gloom.
Tall, gnarled trees loom overhead like ancient sentinels, their twisted limbs reaching out like grasping fingers. Their bark is rough and weathered, bearing the scars of countless years standing against the elements. Moss and ivy cling to their trunks, adding to the sense of age and decay that permeates the forest.
In the heart of the forest, where the shadows are deepest, there stands a figure cloaked in darkness. Taller than any man, it seems to blend seamlessly with the gloom, its form shifting and twisting as if made of smoke. Its eyes, if it has any, are hidden in the depths of its hood, leaving its intentions a mystery.
Those who dare to venture too close speak of a palpable sense of dread that washes over them, chilling them to the bone. They whisper of whispered voices and phantom footsteps echoing through the trees, of a presence that watches from the shadows, unseen but undeniably there.
And so the forest stands, a place of dark and foreboding mystery, its secrets hidden beneath the canopy and guarded by the shadowy figure that lurks within.
Prompt: As you step into the forest, the air grows thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hoot of an owl. The canopy overhead is dense, blocking out much of the daylight, casting the forest floor into shadowy obscurity. Shafts of pale light filter through the tangled branches, illuminating patches of moss and ferns, but their feeble glow does little to dispel the pervasive gloom.
Tall, gnarled trees loom overhead like ancient sentinels, their twisted limbs reaching out like grasping fingers. Their bark is rough and weathered, bearing the scars of countless years standing against the elements. Moss and ivy cling to their trunks, adding to the sense of age and decay that permeates the forest.
In the heart of the forest, where the shadows are deepest, there stands a figure cloaked in darkness. Taller than any man, it seems to blend seamlessly with the gloom, its form shifting and twisting as if made of smoke. Its eyes, if it has any, are hidden in the depths of its hood, leaving its intentions a mystery.
Those who dare to venture too close speak of a palpable sense of dread that washes over them, chilling them to the bone. They whisper of whispered voices and phantom footsteps echoing through the trees, of a presence that watches from the shadows, unseen but undeniably there.
And so the forest stands, a place of dark and foreboding mystery, its secrets hidden beneath the canopy and guarded by the shadowy figure that lurks within.
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Prompt:
As you step into the forest, the air grows thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hoot of an owl. The canopy overhead is dense, blocking out much of the daylight, casting the forest floor into shadowy obscurity. Shafts of pale light filter through the tangled branches, illuminating patches of moss and ferns, but their feeble glow does little to dispel the pervasive gloom.
Tall, gnarled trees loom overhead like ancient sentinels, their twisted limbs reaching out like grasping fingers. Their bark is rough and weathered, bearing the scars of countless years standing against the elements. Moss and ivy cling to their trunks, adding to the sense of age and decay that permeates the forest.
In the heart of the forest, where the shadows are deepest, there stands a figure cloaked in darkness. Taller than any man, it seems to blend seamlessly with the gloom, its form shifting and twisting as if made of smoke. Its eyes, if it has any, are hidden in the depths of its hood, leaving its intentions a mystery.
Those who dare to venture too close speak of a palpable sense of dread that washes over them, chilling them to the bone. They whisper of whispered voices and phantom footsteps echoing through the trees, of a presence that watches from the shadows, unseen but undeniably there.
And so the forest stands, a place of dark and foreboding mystery, its secrets hidden beneath the canopy and guarded by the shadowy figure that lurks within.
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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