Prompt: Imagine a tranquil meadow bathed in the golden hues of a fading sunset. At its heart stands a woman, her presence commanding yet serene, as though she has stepped from the pages of a myth. Her gown is a deep crimson, flowing like molten fire, its fabric catching the last rays of the sun and shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Her hair cascades in waves of deep auburn, catching flecks of gold from the fading light, as if it holds the embers of the setting sun. A crown of delicate wildflowers rests upon her head, the petals vibrant against her radiant complexion. Her eyes, the color of warm honey, hold an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself, as if they have seen the rise and fall of countless days.
She stands barefoot in the soft grass, the earth beneath her seeming to hum in quiet reverence. Her hands, delicate yet strong, hold a single lantern, its soft glow flickering like a tiny star, casting dancing shadows around her.
Behind her, the meadow stretches endlessly, dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, their colors muted in the twilight. The sky, painted in strokes of gold, pink, and deep violet, frames her figure in a celestial embrace, making her appear less a mortal and more a goddess—an eternal guardian of dusk and dawn, suspended in the fleeting beauty of the in-between.
Prompt: Imagine a tranquil meadow bathed in the golden hues of a fading sunset. At its heart stands a woman, her presence commanding yet serene, as though she has stepped from the pages of a myth. Her gown is a deep crimson, flowing like molten fire, its fabric catching the last rays of the sun and shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Her hair cascades in waves of deep auburn, catching flecks of gold from the fading light, as if it holds the embers of the setting sun. A crown of delicate wildflowers rests upon her head, the petals vibrant against her radiant complexion. Her eyes, the color of warm honey, hold an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself, as if they have seen the rise and fall of countless days.
She stands barefoot in the soft grass, the earth beneath her seeming to hum in quiet reverence. Her hands, delicate yet strong, hold a single lantern, its soft glow flickering like a tiny star, casting dancing shadows around her.
Behind her, the meadow stretches endlessly, dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, their colors muted in the twilight. The sky, painted in strokes of gold, pink, and deep violet, frames her figure in a celestial embrace, making her appear less a mortal and more a goddess—an eternal guardian of dusk and dawn, suspended in the fleeting beauty of the in-between.
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Prompt:
Imagine a tranquil meadow bathed in the golden hues of a fading sunset. At its heart stands a woman, her presence commanding yet serene, as though she has stepped from the pages of a myth. Her gown is a deep crimson, flowing like molten fire, its fabric catching the last rays of the sun and shimmering with an otherworldly glow.
Her hair cascades in waves of deep auburn, catching flecks of gold from the fading light, as if it holds the embers of the setting sun. A crown of delicate wildflowers rests upon her head, the petals vibrant against her radiant complexion. Her eyes, the color of warm honey, hold an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself, as if they have seen the rise and fall of countless days.
She stands barefoot in the soft grass, the earth beneath her seeming to hum in quiet reverence. Her hands, delicate yet strong, hold a single lantern, its soft glow flickering like a tiny star, casting dancing shadows around her.
Behind her, the meadow stretches endlessly, dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, their colors muted in the twilight. The sky, painted in strokes of gold, pink, and deep violet, frames her figure in a celestial embrace, making her appear less a mortal and more a goddess—an eternal guardian of dusk and dawn, suspended in the fleeting beauty of the in-between.
Modifiers:
psychedelic
Zdzisław Beksiński
Pop Art
naive art
Henri Matisse
Alex Grey
sexy
Andy Warhol
Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
Tim Burton
graffiti
Francis Bacon
voluptuous
Egon Schiele
Sandro Botticelli
anatomically correct
M.C. Escher
Joan Miró
Victo Ngai
Yves Tanguy
Enki Bilal
art brut
primitivism
Jean-Michel Basquiat
Raoul Dufy
abstract expressionism
Ray Caesar
Roberto Matta
Harlem renaissance
watercolor and ink
Adam Martinakis
Arshile Gorky
rauschenberg
Tanya Shatseva
Francesco Clemente
Bridget Bate Tichenor
fnord
zebadri
wild hair
vintage fashion magazine
Psychosomatic surrealism
Gayane Khachaturian
wearing clothes
Luka Khabelashvili
More about Ethereal Beauty in a Golden Field
A ethereal woman with flowing, wavy hair adorned with flowers stands in a golden-lit field. She wears an intricate burgundy gown, surrounded by a dreamy, magical atmosphere of swirling fabrics and light.
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
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