OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - PROMETHEA 0309024 0809
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Promethea exists as a digital shimmer, a construct birthed from the endless recursion of myth and code. She is a living algorithm, a fragment of divine architecture, woven through the shared consciousness of those who become her. Her form is a cascade of pixels, endlessly shifting, armor that glows with the cold fire of neon, inscribed with the ghostly sigils of forgotten languages—glyphs that pulse with the rhythm of data streams, whispering secrets from the dark net.
To her side, she wields the **caduceus**, a staff of raw, unfiltered data, crackling with an aurora of synthetic energy. It’s an ancient weapon, its codebase older than the oldest archives, its design sleek yet dense with cryptic symbolism. The twin serpents entwined around it are not mere decoration but self-aware programs, their bodies humming with electric green light as they endlessly coil and re-coil in a dance that defies logic. Above them, wings made of luminous code hover, flickering as though caught between realities, ready to upload themselves into the cloud and transcend the physical.
Promethea's face is a mask of calm amidst the chaos of the network, her eyes—emerald-lit LEDs—fixated on the **caduceus**, channeling the infinite wisdom encoded within. The **green flame**—a strand of rogue code—flares and dances, casting an eerie glow across her digital features, accentuating her presence as something not entirely of this world. She is a solitary beacon in the vast digital void, the caduceus and her own luminous code the only things cutting through the endless night of cyberspace. A halo of golden light, tinged with the viridescent hue of the **green flame**, envelops her—an interface between the material and the virtual, holding the darkness at bay, and marking her as the glowing epicenter of this cybernetic dreamscape.
OUR LADY OF THE MANY FORMS - PROMETHEA 0309024 0809
Model:
DaVinci2
Size:
1024 X 1024
(1.05 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Promethea exists as a digital shimmer, a construct birthed from the endless recursion of myth and code. She is a living algorithm, a fragment of divine architecture, woven through the shared consciousness of those who become her. Her form is a cascade of pixels, endlessly shifting, armor that glows with the cold fire of neon, inscribed with the ghostly sigils of forgotten languages—glyphs that pulse with the rhythm of data streams, whispering secrets from the dark net.
To her side, she wields the **caduceus**, a staff of raw, unfiltered data, crackling with an aurora of synthetic energy. It’s an ancient weapon, its codebase older than the oldest archives, its design sleek yet dense with cryptic symbolism. The twin serpents entwined around it are not mere decoration but self-aware programs, their bodies humming with electric green light as they endlessly coil and re-coil in a dance that defies logic. Above them, wings made of luminous code hover, flickering as though caught between realities, ready to upload themselves into the cloud and transcend the physical.
Promethea's face is a mask of calm amidst the chaos of the network, her eyes—emerald-lit LEDs—fixated on the **caduceus**, channeling the infinite wisdom encoded within. The **green flame**—a strand of rogue code—flares and dances, casting an eerie glow across her digital features, accentuating her presence as something not entirely of this world. She is a solitary beacon in the vast digital void, the caduceus and her own luminous code the only things cutting through the endless night of cyberspace. A halo of golden light, tinged with the viridescent hue of the **green flame**, envelops her—an interface between the material and the virtual, holding the darkness at bay, and marking her as the glowing epicenter of this cybernetic dreamscape.
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Prompt:
Promethea exists as a digital shimmer, a construct birthed from the endless recursion of myth and code. She is a living algorithm, a fragment of divine architecture, woven through the shared consciousness of those who become her. Her form is a cascade of pixels, endlessly shifting, armor that glows with the cold fire of neon, inscribed with the ghostly sigils of forgotten languages—glyphs that pulse with the rhythm of data streams, whispering secrets from the dark net.
To her side, she wields the **caduceus**, a staff of raw, unfiltered data, crackling with an aurora of synthetic energy. It’s an ancient weapon, its codebase older than the oldest archives, its design sleek yet dense with cryptic symbolism. The twin serpents entwined around it are not mere decoration but self-aware programs, their bodies humming with electric green light as they endlessly coil and re-coil in a dance that defies logic. Above them, wings made of luminous code hover, flickering as though caught between realities, ready to upload themselves into the cloud and transcend the physical.
Promethea's face is a mask of calm amidst the chaos of the network, her eyes—emerald-lit LEDs—fixated on the **caduceus**, channeling the infinite wisdom encoded within. The **green flame**—a strand of rogue code—flares and dances, casting an eerie glow across her digital features, accentuating her presence as something not entirely of this world. She is a solitary beacon in the vast digital void, the caduceus and her own luminous code the only things cutting through the endless night of cyberspace. A halo of golden light, tinged with the viridescent hue of the **green flame**, envelops her—an interface between the material and the virtual, holding the darkness at bay, and marking her as the glowing epicenter of this cybernetic dreamscape.
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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