Prompt: It is not just a painting—it is a window into a world unknown to humans, a world that seems to have been captured from a dream no one has ever dreamed before. At first glance, it appears as pure chaos—shapes merging and separating, lines twisting as if searching for a meaning that has yet to exist. But it is not random disorder; it is an intricate system that can only be understood not with the mind, but with a deep, instinctual feeling.
At the center, there is a figure—though calling it a figure feels inadequate. It is neither human nor animal, yet something in between—or perhaps something beyond both. Its eyes are not eyes in the traditional sense, but voids in reality itself, absorbing all who dare to look into them. Its form shifts—one moment sculpted with impossible precision, the next dissolving into a mist, as if the painting itself has not yet decided how to define it.
The background is not simply colors but frequencies, pulsing and shimmering as if time itself is melting across the canvas. Blue is not blue, red is not red—they are shades that shift the moment you try to name them, as if every angle reveals a spectrum unknown to human sight. Some areas glow from within, while others sink into a darkness that is not just blackness, but something deeper—something that pulls the soul toward it.
And the longer you look, the more the details begin to change, as if the painting is watching you as much as you are watching it, studying your reactions, reshaping itself in response to your fear, wonder, or even your thoughts. It is not merely a masterpiece—it is an experience, a puzzle never meant to be solved, a painting no mind can fully comprehend, yet one that leaves every observer feeling as though they have glimpsed something… something they were never meant to see.
Prompt: It is not just a painting—it is a window into a world unknown to humans, a world that seems to have been captured from a dream no one has ever dreamed before. At first glance, it appears as pure chaos—shapes merging and separating, lines twisting as if searching for a meaning that has yet to exist. But it is not random disorder; it is an intricate system that can only be understood not with the mind, but with a deep, instinctual feeling.
At the center, there is a figure—though calling it a figure feels inadequate. It is neither human nor animal, yet something in between—or perhaps something beyond both. Its eyes are not eyes in the traditional sense, but voids in reality itself, absorbing all who dare to look into them. Its form shifts—one moment sculpted with impossible precision, the next dissolving into a mist, as if the painting itself has not yet decided how to define it.
The background is not simply colors but frequencies, pulsing and shimmering as if time itself is melting across the canvas. Blue is not blue, red is not red—they are shades that shift the moment you try to name them, as if every angle reveals a spectrum unknown to human sight. Some areas glow from within, while others sink into a darkness that is not just blackness, but something deeper—something that pulls the soul toward it.
And the longer you look, the more the details begin to change, as if the painting is watching you as much as you are watching it, studying your reactions, reshaping itself in response to your fear, wonder, or even your thoughts. It is not merely a masterpiece—it is an experience, a puzzle never meant to be solved, a painting no mind can fully comprehend, yet one that leaves every observer feeling as though they have glimpsed something… something they were never meant to see.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
It is not just a painting—it is a window into a world unknown to humans, a world that seems to have been captured from a dream no one has ever dreamed before. At first glance, it appears as pure chaos—shapes merging and separating, lines twisting as if searching for a meaning that has yet to exist. But it is not random disorder; it is an intricate system that can only be understood not with the mind, but with a deep, instinctual feeling.
At the center, there is a figure—though calling it a figure feels inadequate. It is neither human nor animal, yet something in between—or perhaps something beyond both. Its eyes are not eyes in the traditional sense, but voids in reality itself, absorbing all who dare to look into them. Its form shifts—one moment sculpted with impossible precision, the next dissolving into a mist, as if the painting itself has not yet decided how to define it.
The background is not simply colors but frequencies, pulsing and shimmering as if time itself is melting across the canvas. Blue is not blue, red is not red—they are shades that shift the moment you try to name them, as if every angle reveals a spectrum unknown to human sight. Some areas glow from within, while others sink into a darkness that is not just blackness, but something deeper—something that pulls the soul toward it.
And the longer you look, the more the details begin to change, as if the painting is watching you as much as you are watching it, studying your reactions, reshaping itself in response to your fear, wonder, or even your thoughts. It is not merely a masterpiece—it is an experience, a puzzle never meant to be solved, a painting no mind can fully comprehend, yet one that leaves every observer feeling as though they have glimpsed something… something they were never meant to see.
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.