Prompt: A full-body surreal composition where a modern young woman becomes both an object of desire and a vessel of dread, placed in a Beksiński-inspired dreamscape saturated with symbolic decay.
She stands barefoot on fragmented stone, her pose a mix of sensual grace and quiet tension—hips slightly turned, chest forward, one leg bent as if to step, yet frozen mid-motion. Her hyperreal skin gleams with vitality but fractures into textures of cracked paint and eroded stone along her shoulders and thighs, suggesting both beauty and disintegration.
Her dress is not fabric but painted illusion: thick impasto-like strokes of metallic crimson (Pantone 7621 C), acid lime (Pantone 388 C), and burnished copper (Pantone 876 C). It clings like molten pigment, yet dissolves at the edges into flowing brush streaks and dripping paint, as though painted onto reality itself and now flaking away.
Her hair—an asymmetrical, layered pixie in electric blue (Pantone 285 C) with streaks of phosphorescent green (Pantone 2290 C)—erupts like a storm of tangled light, individual curls and strands breaking into chaotic arcs of glowing pigment. Her face is sharp and hyperreal, lips full and textured, brushed with metallic copper shimmer, parted slightly in a sensual, uneasy breath. Her heterochromatic gaze—one eye emerald green (Pantone 361 C), the other swallowed by deep shadow—radiates both allure and menace.
Surrounding her are symbols of a subconscious collapsing world:
Masks, broken and suspended in mid-air, painted in muted ivory (Pantone 7527 C) and deep charcoal, each mask twisted with distorted, inhuman grins, fragments drifting like shattered identities.
A deformed raven, its feathers a blend of pitch black and oxidized bronze (Pantone 876 C), perched on a skeletal structure, its body stretched and wrong, its beak gaping in silence.
Geometric sigils—perfect circles, triangles, and jagged intersecting lines—float faintly glowing in acid lime (Pantone 389 C), inscribed into the air like equations of madness, some cut directly across her body as if branding her.
The background is a vast wasteland of skeletal towers, ruins that look half-bone, half-architecture, crumbling into the ashen earth (Pantone Warm Gray 11 C). Above, an impetuous sky swirls in ochre (Pantone 7555 C), bruised violet (Pantone 7672 C), and vermilion red (Pantone 1795 C), alive with chaotic brushwork and violent abstraction.
Her form radiates an aura of splattered ink, jagged strokes, and dripping pigments, blending her into the chaos: at once hyperreal and dissolving, both a goddess of sensual ruin and a haunting monument to decay.
Prompt: A full-body surreal composition where a modern young woman becomes both an object of desire and a vessel of dread, placed in a Beksiński-inspired dreamscape saturated with symbolic decay.
She stands barefoot on fragmented stone, her pose a mix of sensual grace and quiet tension—hips slightly turned, chest forward, one leg bent as if to step, yet frozen mid-motion. Her hyperreal skin gleams with vitality but fractures into textures of cracked paint and eroded stone along her shoulders and thighs, suggesting both beauty and disintegration.
Her dress is not fabric but painted illusion: thick impasto-like strokes of metallic crimson (Pantone 7621 C), acid lime (Pantone 388 C), and burnished copper (Pantone 876 C). It clings like molten pigment, yet dissolves at the edges into flowing brush streaks and dripping paint, as though painted onto reality itself and now flaking away.
Her hair—an asymmetrical, layered pixie in electric blue (Pantone 285 C) with streaks of phosphorescent green (Pantone 2290 C)—erupts like a storm of tangled light, individual curls and strands breaking into chaotic arcs of glowing pigment. Her face is sharp and hyperreal, lips full and textured, brushed with metallic copper shimmer, parted slightly in a sensual, uneasy breath. Her heterochromatic gaze—one eye emerald green (Pantone 361 C), the other swallowed by deep shadow—radiates both allure and menace.
Surrounding her are symbols of a subconscious collapsing world:
Masks, broken and suspended in mid-air, painted in muted ivory (Pantone 7527 C) and deep charcoal, each mask twisted with distorted, inhuman grins, fragments drifting like shattered identities.
A deformed raven, its feathers a blend of pitch black and oxidized bronze (Pantone 876 C), perched on a skeletal structure, its body stretched and wrong, its beak gaping in silence.
Geometric sigils—perfect circles, triangles, and jagged intersecting lines—float faintly glowing in acid lime (Pantone 389 C), inscribed into the air like equations of madness, some cut directly across her body as if branding her.
The background is a vast wasteland of skeletal towers, ruins that look half-bone, half-architecture, crumbling into the ashen earth (Pantone Warm Gray 11 C). Above, an impetuous sky swirls in ochre (Pantone 7555 C), bruised violet (Pantone 7672 C), and vermilion red (Pantone 1795 C), alive with chaotic brushwork and violent abstraction.
Her form radiates an aura of splattered ink, jagged strokes, and dripping pigments, blending her into the chaos: at once hyperreal and dissolving, both a goddess of sensual ruin and a haunting monument to decay.
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Prompt:
A full-body surreal composition where a modern young woman becomes both an object of desire and a vessel of dread, placed in a Beksiński-inspired dreamscape saturated with symbolic decay.
She stands barefoot on fragmented stone, her pose a mix of sensual grace and quiet tension—hips slightly turned, chest forward, one leg bent as if to step, yet frozen mid-motion. Her hyperreal skin gleams with vitality but fractures into textures of cracked paint and eroded stone along her shoulders and thighs, suggesting both beauty and disintegration.
Her dress is not fabric but painted illusion: thick impasto-like strokes of metallic crimson (Pantone 7621 C), acid lime (Pantone 388 C), and burnished copper (Pantone 876 C). It clings like molten pigment, yet dissolves at the edges into flowing brush streaks and dripping paint, as though painted onto reality itself and now flaking away.
Her hair—an asymmetrical, layered pixie in electric blue (Pantone 285 C) with streaks of phosphorescent green (Pantone 2290 C)—erupts like a storm of tangled light, individual curls and strands breaking into chaotic arcs of glowing pigment. Her face is sharp and hyperreal, lips full and textured, brushed with metallic copper shimmer, parted slightly in a sensual, uneasy breath. Her heterochromatic gaze—one eye emerald green (Pantone 361 C), the other swallowed by deep shadow—radiates both allure and menace.
Surrounding her are symbols of a subconscious collapsing world:
Masks, broken and suspended in mid-air, painted in muted ivory (Pantone 7527 C) and deep charcoal, each mask twisted with distorted, inhuman grins, fragments drifting like shattered identities.
A deformed raven, its feathers a blend of pitch black and oxidized bronze (Pantone 876 C), perched on a skeletal structure, its body stretched and wrong, its beak gaping in silence.
Geometric sigils—perfect circles, triangles, and jagged intersecting lines—float faintly glowing in acid lime (Pantone 389 C), inscribed into the air like equations of madness, some cut directly across her body as if branding her.
The background is a vast wasteland of skeletal towers, ruins that look half-bone, half-architecture, crumbling into the ashen earth (Pantone Warm Gray 11 C). Above, an impetuous sky swirls in ochre (Pantone 7555 C), bruised violet (Pantone 7672 C), and vermilion red (Pantone 1795 C), alive with chaotic brushwork and violent abstraction.
Her form radiates an aura of splattered ink, jagged strokes, and dripping pigments, blending her into the chaos: at once hyperreal and dissolving, both a goddess of sensual ruin and a haunting monument to decay.
A striking figure stands in an orange dress against a textured backdrop. A raven perches nearby, surrounded by artistic elements like skulls and golden orbs, creating a 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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