Prompt: In the heart of the magical forest, where moss softly covers the ground and ancient trees spread their spreading branches, there was the peaceful silence of the morning. The rays of the rising sun shone through the leaves, creating dancing patches of light on the ground.
On one of the lower branches of an old oak tree, wrapped in thick moss, sat an unusual visitor. A small mosquito, no bigger than a pea, held a miniature bottle of wine in his hand. His movements were shaky and his eyes glittered from drunkenness. Mosquito, in his drunken state, sipped wine from a bottle whose label had long since worn off.
Before him, like a magical masterpiece, stretched a silver web. Dewdrops, hanging on delicate threads, shimmered gold in the morning light. The web was like nature's jewelry, shiny and fragile. The mosquito, captivated by its beauty, with his other hand began to gently tug on one of the threads, as if trying to extract a melody from it. The sound was barely audible, resembling a quiet, illusory tone that mingled with the rustle of leaves.
However, as is often the case in fairy tales, every beauty has its dark side. Behind the mosquito, in the shadow of a branch, lurked a powerful spider. Its large, shining eyes were directed at the carefree mosquito. The spider had long, thin legs that moved gently across the web, trying not to make any sound. Its maw was armed with white, sharp teeth that glinted ominously in the sunlight.
Prompt: In the heart of the magical forest, where moss softly covers the ground and ancient trees spread their spreading branches, there was the peaceful silence of the morning. The rays of the rising sun shone through the leaves, creating dancing patches of light on the ground.
On one of the lower branches of an old oak tree, wrapped in thick moss, sat an unusual visitor. A small mosquito, no bigger than a pea, held a miniature bottle of wine in his hand. His movements were shaky and his eyes glittered from drunkenness. Mosquito, in his drunken state, sipped wine from a bottle whose label had long since worn off.
Before him, like a magical masterpiece, stretched a silver web. Dewdrops, hanging on delicate threads, shimmered gold in the morning light. The web was like nature's jewelry, shiny and fragile. The mosquito, captivated by its beauty, with his other hand began to gently tug on one of the threads, as if trying to extract a melody from it. The sound was barely audible, resembling a quiet, illusory tone that mingled with the rustle of leaves.
However, as is often the case in fairy tales, every beauty has its dark side. Behind the mosquito, in the shadow of a branch, lurked a powerful spider. Its large, shining eyes were directed at the carefree mosquito. The spider had long, thin legs that moved gently across the web, trying not to make any sound. Its maw was armed with white, sharp teeth that glinted ominously in the sunlight.
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Prompt:
In the heart of the magical forest, where moss softly covers the ground and ancient trees spread their spreading branches, there was the peaceful silence of the morning. The rays of the rising sun shone through the leaves, creating dancing patches of light on the ground.
On one of the lower branches of an old oak tree, wrapped in thick moss, sat an unusual visitor. A small mosquito, no bigger than a pea, held a miniature bottle of wine in his hand. His movements were shaky and his eyes glittered from drunkenness. Mosquito, in his drunken state, sipped wine from a bottle whose label had long since worn off.
Before him, like a magical masterpiece, stretched a silver web. Dewdrops, hanging on delicate threads, shimmered gold in the morning light. The web was like nature's jewelry, shiny and fragile. The mosquito, captivated by its beauty, with his other hand began to gently tug on one of the threads, as if trying to extract a melody from it. The sound was barely audible, resembling a quiet, illusory tone that mingled with the rustle of leaves.
However, as is often the case in fairy tales, every beauty has its dark side. Behind the mosquito, in the shadow of a branch, lurked a powerful spider. Its large, shining eyes were directed at the carefree mosquito. The spider had long, thin legs that moved gently across the web, trying not to make any sound. Its maw was armed with white, sharp teeth that glinted ominously in the sunlight.
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In a serene forest, a tipsy mosquito sips wine on a moss-covered branch, mesmerized by a glistening spider web. Unbeknownst to the mosquito, a menacing spider lurks nearby, poised for action.
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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