Prompt: Beneath the skeletal hand of a long-dead titan, a hidden city thrived. Razor-sharp claws, once instruments of unimaginable destruction, now served as precarious bridges connecting weathered stone platforms. Here, the Harpyfolk, winged descendants of scavengers who fed upon the titan's remains, built their bustling metropolis. Women soared through the canyons, their feathers catching the dying light of the twin suns, delivering messages and carrying trade. Below, hunched figures, the Harpyfolk's flightless counterparts, toiled in workshops carved into the titan's petrified flesh, their hammering echoing through the vast emptiness. In the distance, a colossal eye socket, its pupil a shimmering turquoise lake, shimmered, a constant reminder of the city's morbid foundation. Yet, life thrived in this unlikely haven, a testament to the Harpyfolk's resilience and their unique relationship with the colossal corpse that sheltered them.
Prompt: Beneath the skeletal hand of a long-dead titan, a hidden city thrived. Razor-sharp claws, once instruments of unimaginable destruction, now served as precarious bridges connecting weathered stone platforms. Here, the Harpyfolk, winged descendants of scavengers who fed upon the titan's remains, built their bustling metropolis. Women soared through the canyons, their feathers catching the dying light of the twin suns, delivering messages and carrying trade. Below, hunched figures, the Harpyfolk's flightless counterparts, toiled in workshops carved into the titan's petrified flesh, their hammering echoing through the vast emptiness. In the distance, a colossal eye socket, its pupil a shimmering turquoise lake, shimmered, a constant reminder of the city's morbid foundation. Yet, life thrived in this unlikely haven, a testament to the Harpyfolk's resilience and their unique relationship with the colossal corpse that sheltered them.
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Prompt:
Beneath the skeletal hand of a long-dead titan, a hidden city thrived. Razor-sharp claws, once instruments of unimaginable destruction, now served as precarious bridges connecting weathered stone platforms. Here, the Harpyfolk, winged descendants of scavengers who fed upon the titan's remains, built their bustling metropolis. Women soared through the canyons, their feathers catching the dying light of the twin suns, delivering messages and carrying trade. Below, hunched figures, the Harpyfolk's flightless counterparts, toiled in workshops carved into the titan's petrified flesh, their hammering echoing through the vast emptiness. In the distance, a colossal eye socket, its pupil a shimmering turquoise lake, shimmered, a constant reminder of the city's morbid foundation. Yet, life thrived in this unlikely haven, a testament to the Harpyfolk's resilience and their unique relationship with the colossal corpse that sheltered them.
More about Skull Kingdom: A Surreal World
A fantastical landscape with a giant skull, flying creatures, and towering structures under a dramatic sky.
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.