Prompt: An ultra-detailed, photorealistic fantasy vision of the Cheonyeo Gwisin spirit, no longer flesh but a spectral figure woven from mist and autumn itself. Her hanbok is not fabric but formed from thousands of swirling Sorbus ulleungensis leaves, fiery crimson, amber, and gold, dancing in the wind as if the forest itself has given her form. The nearly bare Sorbus trees stand around her, their branches stripped, heavy with only a few fading berries, creating the impression that she carries the forest’s last breath of life upon her body. Her long black hair drifts outward like smoke, merging with the fog, her head slightly tilted downward. This time her hat is gone, and her eyes are visible — pale, white, and cold, yet not glowing, like the empty gaze of sorrow itself. The forest is drenched in mist, making her ghostly figure clearer against the haze, as if she is both present and vanishing at once. In the blurred foreground, silhouettes of fallen leaves and cones fade into the fog. Magical particles float faintly, like fragments of memories, enhancing the melancholic mystique. Cinematic lighting with Rembrandt-inspired contrasts illuminates her spectral leaf-gown, painterly realism merging with dreamlike gothic fantasy, a hauntingly beautiful vision of loss, transformation, and the sorrow of autumn’s end. ocusing only on ghostly abstraction, surreal spiritual presence, and hyper-detailed fantasy realism.
Prompt: An ultra-detailed, photorealistic fantasy vision of the Cheonyeo Gwisin spirit, no longer flesh but a spectral figure woven from mist and autumn itself. Her hanbok is not fabric but formed from thousands of swirling Sorbus ulleungensis leaves, fiery crimson, amber, and gold, dancing in the wind as if the forest itself has given her form. The nearly bare Sorbus trees stand around her, their branches stripped, heavy with only a few fading berries, creating the impression that she carries the forest’s last breath of life upon her body. Her long black hair drifts outward like smoke, merging with the fog, her head slightly tilted downward. This time her hat is gone, and her eyes are visible — pale, white, and cold, yet not glowing, like the empty gaze of sorrow itself. The forest is drenched in mist, making her ghostly figure clearer against the haze, as if she is both present and vanishing at once. In the blurred foreground, silhouettes of fallen leaves and cones fade into the fog. Magical particles float faintly, like fragments of memories, enhancing the melancholic mystique. Cinematic lighting with Rembrandt-inspired contrasts illuminates her spectral leaf-gown, painterly realism merging with dreamlike gothic fantasy, a hauntingly beautiful vision of loss, transformation, and the sorrow of autumn’s end. ocusing only on ghostly abstraction, surreal spiritual presence, and hyper-detailed fantasy realism.
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Prompt:
An ultra-detailed, photorealistic fantasy vision of the Cheonyeo Gwisin spirit, no longer flesh but a spectral figure woven from mist and autumn itself. Her hanbok is not fabric but formed from thousands of swirling Sorbus ulleungensis leaves, fiery crimson, amber, and gold, dancing in the wind as if the forest itself has given her form. The nearly bare Sorbus trees stand around her, their branches stripped, heavy with only a few fading berries, creating the impression that she carries the forest’s last breath of life upon her body. Her long black hair drifts outward like smoke, merging with the fog, her head slightly tilted downward. This time her hat is gone, and her eyes are visible — pale, white, and cold, yet not glowing, like the empty gaze of sorrow itself. The forest is drenched in mist, making her ghostly figure clearer against the haze, as if she is both present and vanishing at once. In the blurred foreground, silhouettes of fallen leaves and cones fade into the fog. Magical particles float faintly, like fragments of memories, enhancing the melancholic mystique. Cinematic lighting with Rembrandt-inspired contrasts illuminates her spectral leaf-gown, painterly realism merging with dreamlike gothic fantasy, a hauntingly beautiful vision of loss, transformation, and the sorrow of autumn’s end. ocusing only on ghostly abstraction, surreal spiritual presence, and hyper-detailed fantasy realism.
In a misty forest, a figure draped in a flowing gown made of vibrant autumn leaves stands gracefully. Her long hair sways with the breeze, blending seamlessly into the enchanting, surreal atmosphere.
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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