Prompt: The morning sun oozed through the heavy curtains, casting a sinister glow on the coffee maker that sat silently on the counter. It was an eerie presence, like a dark sentinel guarding the secrets of the early hours, its black exterior reflecting the dim light like a murky pool of despair. The machine, a relic of the past, bore the grime and stains of countless mornings, a testament to its malevolent endurance.
In the suffocating silence, the sound of dripping was the only reminder of life - or something like it. The molten amber liquid trickled from the spout, falling into the abyss of the awaiting carafe, each drop a sinister whisper echoing through the kitchen. The smell of the brewing coffee wafted through the air, a mixture of seductive temptation and the undercurrent of decay, like the sweet rot of an ancient crypt.
As the coffee maker gurgled its final breath, it seemed to come alive with a malevolent intelligence, as if the brewing process had unleashed something ancient and terrifying. The steam rose from the machine like tendrils of fog, wrapping around the room, obscuring the boundaries of reality and trapping those who dared enter in its clutches. It was no longer just a coffee maker, but a harbinger of dark secrets and haunting memories, a gateway to the shadowy recesses of the human heart.
Prompt: The morning sun oozed through the heavy curtains, casting a sinister glow on the coffee maker that sat silently on the counter. It was an eerie presence, like a dark sentinel guarding the secrets of the early hours, its black exterior reflecting the dim light like a murky pool of despair. The machine, a relic of the past, bore the grime and stains of countless mornings, a testament to its malevolent endurance.
In the suffocating silence, the sound of dripping was the only reminder of life - or something like it. The molten amber liquid trickled from the spout, falling into the abyss of the awaiting carafe, each drop a sinister whisper echoing through the kitchen. The smell of the brewing coffee wafted through the air, a mixture of seductive temptation and the undercurrent of decay, like the sweet rot of an ancient crypt.
As the coffee maker gurgled its final breath, it seemed to come alive with a malevolent intelligence, as if the brewing process had unleashed something ancient and terrifying. The steam rose from the machine like tendrils of fog, wrapping around the room, obscuring the boundaries of reality and trapping those who dared enter in its clutches. It was no longer just a coffee maker, but a harbinger of dark secrets and haunting memories, a gateway to the shadowy recesses of the human heart.
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Prompt:
The morning sun oozed through the heavy curtains, casting a sinister glow on the coffee maker that sat silently on the counter. It was an eerie presence, like a dark sentinel guarding the secrets of the early hours, its black exterior reflecting the dim light like a murky pool of despair. The machine, a relic of the past, bore the grime and stains of countless mornings, a testament to its malevolent endurance.
In the suffocating silence, the sound of dripping was the only reminder of life - or something like it. The molten amber liquid trickled from the spout, falling into the abyss of the awaiting carafe, each drop a sinister whisper echoing through the kitchen. The smell of the brewing coffee wafted through the air, a mixture of seductive temptation and the undercurrent of decay, like the sweet rot of an ancient crypt.
As the coffee maker gurgled its final breath, it seemed to come alive with a malevolent intelligence, as if the brewing process had unleashed something ancient and terrifying. The steam rose from the machine like tendrils of fog, wrapping around the room, obscuring the boundaries of reality and trapping those who dared enter in its clutches. It was no longer just a coffee maker, but a harbinger of dark secrets and haunting memories, a gateway to the shadowy recesses of the human heart.
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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