Prompt: Suspended in the void lies the Garden of Infinite Myths, a surreal sanctuary of stories reborn as living flora. Platforms of luminous stone float endlessly, connected by bridges woven from auroras and comet tails. Air glows with dream-fragrance, winds of starlight carrying memory. Each tree is legend embodied: the Golden Apple Tree rooted in molten sunlight, fruits glowing like suns, coiled serpents with jeweled scales guarding immortality; the Celestial Lotus Tree blooming blossoms hovering midair, glowing pearl and sapphire, singing melodies that reshape thought; the Stone-Book Tree sprouting marble tomes inscribed with runes, whispering forgotten epics in voices of gods; the Crystal Stag Tree sprouting luminous antlers, spectral deer leaping into constellations before reforming. Between trees flow rivers of liquid starlight, galaxies swimming within their currents like silver fish, banks blooming with flowers sprouting miniature planets orbiting stems before falling. The garden is alive with mythical beings: centaurs of nebula dust galloping trails of stars, phoenixes exploding into supernova flames, reborn endlessly, minotaurs of crystal and iron, eyes of black holes, sirens translucent, voices bending spacetime into spirals of sound. At the center towers the World Tree of Eternity, trunk of diamond fused with pulsars, roots anchored in black holes, branches piercing dimensions, every leaf a living universe glowing with stars. Worlds orbit like fruits. The sky rains meteors like blossoms, streaking arcs settling as seeds of fire. The entire garden is a cosmic archive of myths, stories yet told blooming eternal, a dream grown real, infinite sanctuary of legend and wonder.
Prompt: Suspended in the void lies the Garden of Infinite Myths, a surreal sanctuary of stories reborn as living flora. Platforms of luminous stone float endlessly, connected by bridges woven from auroras and comet tails. Air glows with dream-fragrance, winds of starlight carrying memory. Each tree is legend embodied: the Golden Apple Tree rooted in molten sunlight, fruits glowing like suns, coiled serpents with jeweled scales guarding immortality; the Celestial Lotus Tree blooming blossoms hovering midair, glowing pearl and sapphire, singing melodies that reshape thought; the Stone-Book Tree sprouting marble tomes inscribed with runes, whispering forgotten epics in voices of gods; the Crystal Stag Tree sprouting luminous antlers, spectral deer leaping into constellations before reforming. Between trees flow rivers of liquid starlight, galaxies swimming within their currents like silver fish, banks blooming with flowers sprouting miniature planets orbiting stems before falling. The garden is alive with mythical beings: centaurs of nebula dust galloping trails of stars, phoenixes exploding into supernova flames, reborn endlessly, minotaurs of crystal and iron, eyes of black holes, sirens translucent, voices bending spacetime into spirals of sound. At the center towers the World Tree of Eternity, trunk of diamond fused with pulsars, roots anchored in black holes, branches piercing dimensions, every leaf a living universe glowing with stars. Worlds orbit like fruits. The sky rains meteors like blossoms, streaking arcs settling as seeds of fire. The entire garden is a cosmic archive of myths, stories yet told blooming eternal, a dream grown real, infinite sanctuary of legend and wonder.
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Suspended in the void lies the Garden of Infinite Myths, a surreal sanctuary of stories reborn as living flora. Platforms of luminous stone float endlessly, connected by bridges woven from auroras and comet tails. Air glows with dream-fragrance, winds of starlight carrying memory. Each tree is legend embodied: the Golden Apple Tree rooted in molten sunlight, fruits glowing like suns, coiled serpents with jeweled scales guarding immortality; the Celestial Lotus Tree blooming blossoms hovering midair, glowing pearl and sapphire, singing melodies that reshape thought; the Stone-Book Tree sprouting marble tomes inscribed with runes, whispering forgotten epics in voices of gods; the Crystal Stag Tree sprouting luminous antlers, spectral deer leaping into constellations before reforming. Between trees flow rivers of liquid starlight, galaxies swimming within their currents like silver fish, banks blooming with flowers sprouting miniature planets orbiting stems before falling. The garden is alive with mythical beings: centaurs of nebula dust galloping trails of stars, phoenixes exploding into supernova flames, reborn endlessly, minotaurs of crystal and iron, eyes of black holes, sirens translucent, voices bending spacetime into spirals of sound. At the center towers the World Tree of Eternity, trunk of diamond fused with pulsars, roots anchored in black holes, branches piercing dimensions, every leaf a living universe glowing with stars. Worlds orbit like fruits. The sky rains meteors like blossoms, streaking arcs settling as seeds of fire. The entire garden is a cosmic archive of myths, stories yet told blooming eternal, a dream grown real, infinite sanctuary of legend and wonder.
More about THE GARDEN OF MYTHS
A surreal garden where every myth grows into cosmic flora, universes blooming as leaves of eternity.
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.