Prompt: A striking young woman with tan skin and deep, dark eyes, exuding an aura of calm authority and hidden strength. Her long, dark hair is braided tightly down her back, a braid she often tugs in frustration—a subtle expression of her restrained emotions. She is relatively short and slim, standing at about 5'4", with an elegant, poised stature. Though youthful in appearance, there is a timeless quality about her—her features remain ageless, having slowed at around twenty due to her magical nature. She is undeniably beautiful, with delicate but expressive features, her eyes intelligent and assessing. She wears fine silks, her usual attire composed of flowing blue or green dresses with subtle embroidery of vines or healing motifs, complemented by a yellow-fringed shawl draped over her shoulders. Her dress is a tasteful blend of elegance and practicality, hinting at her evolution and the shifting values of her world. On her forehead, she wears a small red dot that marks her marital status in the ancient tradition. Her accessories are numerous yet refined: a delicate bracelet with a red stone, a ring with a gleaming green gem, a deep-blue sapphire ring, a connected set of elegant finger rings attached to the bracelet by fine chains, and a slim jeweled belt around her waist. She is kneeling beside a fallen soldier clad in battered plate armor, the battlefield quiet but tense. Around her, the aftermath of war lingers—broken weapons, dust, and distant cries. Her expression is focused, compassionate, yet fierce. From her hands flow threads of luminous and multi-colored strands of pure magic weaving through the air like fine silk. The weaves—detailed and intricate—surround her and the soldier in a cocoon of healing light. A brilliant, warm glow emanates from her hands as the weaves bind, mend, and restore the soldier's broken body. You can see lines of power connecting her to the man beneath her hands, wrapping him in an otherworldly warmth. His once pale skin regains color, wounds stitching closed as though time were rewinding, bones aligning, breath returning to his lungs.
Prompt: A striking young woman with tan skin and deep, dark eyes, exuding an aura of calm authority and hidden strength. Her long, dark hair is braided tightly down her back, a braid she often tugs in frustration—a subtle expression of her restrained emotions. She is relatively short and slim, standing at about 5'4", with an elegant, poised stature. Though youthful in appearance, there is a timeless quality about her—her features remain ageless, having slowed at around twenty due to her magical nature. She is undeniably beautiful, with delicate but expressive features, her eyes intelligent and assessing. She wears fine silks, her usual attire composed of flowing blue or green dresses with subtle embroidery of vines or healing motifs, complemented by a yellow-fringed shawl draped over her shoulders. Her dress is a tasteful blend of elegance and practicality, hinting at her evolution and the shifting values of her world. On her forehead, she wears a small red dot that marks her marital status in the ancient tradition. Her accessories are numerous yet refined: a delicate bracelet with a red stone, a ring with a gleaming green gem, a deep-blue sapphire ring, a connected set of elegant finger rings attached to the bracelet by fine chains, and a slim jeweled belt around her waist. She is kneeling beside a fallen soldier clad in battered plate armor, the battlefield quiet but tense. Around her, the aftermath of war lingers—broken weapons, dust, and distant cries. Her expression is focused, compassionate, yet fierce. From her hands flow threads of luminous and multi-colored strands of pure magic weaving through the air like fine silk. The weaves—detailed and intricate—surround her and the soldier in a cocoon of healing light. A brilliant, warm glow emanates from her hands as the weaves bind, mend, and restore the soldier's broken body. You can see lines of power connecting her to the man beneath her hands, wrapping him in an otherworldly warmth. His once pale skin regains color, wounds stitching closed as though time were rewinding, bones aligning, breath returning to his lungs.
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Prompt:
A striking young woman with tan skin and deep, dark eyes, exuding an aura of calm authority and hidden strength. Her long, dark hair is braided tightly down her back, a braid she often tugs in frustration—a subtle expression of her restrained emotions. She is relatively short and slim, standing at about 5'4", with an elegant, poised stature. Though youthful in appearance, there is a timeless quality about her—her features remain ageless, having slowed at around twenty due to her magical nature. She is undeniably beautiful, with delicate but expressive features, her eyes intelligent and assessing. She wears fine silks, her usual attire composed of flowing blue or green dresses with subtle embroidery of vines or healing motifs, complemented by a yellow-fringed shawl draped over her shoulders. Her dress is a tasteful blend of elegance and practicality, hinting at her evolution and the shifting values of her world. On her forehead, she wears a small red dot that marks her marital status in the ancient tradition. Her accessories are numerous yet refined: a delicate bracelet with a red stone, a ring with a gleaming green gem, a deep-blue sapphire ring, a connected set of elegant finger rings attached to the bracelet by fine chains, and a slim jeweled belt around her waist. She is kneeling beside a fallen soldier clad in battered plate armor, the battlefield quiet but tense. Around her, the aftermath of war lingers—broken weapons, dust, and distant cries. Her expression is focused, compassionate, yet fierce. From her hands flow threads of luminous and multi-colored strands of pure magic weaving through the air like fine silk. The weaves—detailed and intricate—surround her and the soldier in a cocoon of healing light. A brilliant, warm glow emanates from her hands as the weaves bind, mend, and restore the soldier's broken body. You can see lines of power connecting her to the man beneath her hands, wrapping him in an otherworldly warmth. His once pale skin regains color, wounds stitching closed as though time were rewinding, bones aligning, breath returning to his lungs.
In a mystical landscape, a woman kneels over a man lying on the ground, her hands glowing with radiant energy. A crowd in ancient attire watches ominously in the background, adding to the tension.
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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