Prompt: In the city's heart, where shadows sway,
A titan lies in twilight's gray,
Its glory once a shimmering dream,
Now whispers lost in a muted scream.
Lines that danced in perfect grace,
Now softened by time, a ghostly trace,
The echoes of minds that reached for the skies,
Show us the beauty in decay—where hope never dies.
Fractal symmetries still in repose,
Each curve and edge, a story glows,
Of ambitions fierce, of dreams set high,
Yet humbled by earth, beneath the vast sky.
Transparent whispers of aluminum and wire,
Nano-tech wonders, dreams that inspire,
Yet in this silence, my heart draws near,
To marvel at that which was once held dear.
Dramatic hues and shadows entwine,
Crafted in darkness, yet wondrously fine,
Each linger of light, a haunting caress,
Reveals the paradox of failure and success.
Beneath the vast skies of a forgotten sprawl,
A legacy breathes, a grand tapestry's call,
A Type 3 civilization, bold and unchained,
Returning to sow what ambition had gained.
Oh, beauty emerges from ruin and waste,
In each rusty arch, in every trace,
For within these remnants, the truth doth hum,
That from ashes of greatness, new worlds may come.
So here, let us ponder, let silence ignite,
The awe of creation, the fall and the flight,
For in the heart of this desolate scene,
Lies the pulse of existence, the unsung machine.
Prompt: In the city's heart, where shadows sway,
A titan lies in twilight's gray,
Its glory once a shimmering dream,
Now whispers lost in a muted scream.
Lines that danced in perfect grace,
Now softened by time, a ghostly trace,
The echoes of minds that reached for the skies,
Show us the beauty in decay—where hope never dies.
Fractal symmetries still in repose,
Each curve and edge, a story glows,
Of ambitions fierce, of dreams set high,
Yet humbled by earth, beneath the vast sky.
Transparent whispers of aluminum and wire,
Nano-tech wonders, dreams that inspire,
Yet in this silence, my heart draws near,
To marvel at that which was once held dear.
Dramatic hues and shadows entwine,
Crafted in darkness, yet wondrously fine,
Each linger of light, a haunting caress,
Reveals the paradox of failure and success.
Beneath the vast skies of a forgotten sprawl,
A legacy breathes, a grand tapestry's call,
A Type 3 civilization, bold and unchained,
Returning to sow what ambition had gained.
Oh, beauty emerges from ruin and waste,
In each rusty arch, in every trace,
For within these remnants, the truth doth hum,
That from ashes of greatness, new worlds may come.
So here, let us ponder, let silence ignite,
The awe of creation, the fall and the flight,
For in the heart of this desolate scene,
Lies the pulse of existence, the unsung machine.
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Prompt:
In the city's heart, where shadows sway,
A titan lies in twilight's gray,
Its glory once a shimmering dream,
Now whispers lost in a muted scream.
Lines that danced in perfect grace,
Now softened by time, a ghostly trace,
The echoes of minds that reached for the skies,
Show us the beauty in decay—where hope never dies.
Fractal symmetries still in repose,
Each curve and edge, a story glows,
Of ambitions fierce, of dreams set high,
Yet humbled by earth, beneath the vast sky.
Transparent whispers of aluminum and wire,
Nano-tech wonders, dreams that inspire,
Yet in this silence, my heart draws near,
To marvel at that which was once held dear.
Dramatic hues and shadows entwine,
Crafted in darkness, yet wondrously fine,
Each linger of light, a haunting caress,
Reveals the paradox of failure and success.
Beneath the vast skies of a forgotten sprawl,
A legacy breathes, a grand tapestry's call,
A Type 3 civilization, bold and unchained,
Returning to sow what ambition had gained.
Oh, beauty emerges from ruin and waste,
In each rusty arch, in every trace,
For within these remnants, the truth doth hum,
That from ashes of greatness, new worlds may come.
So here, let us ponder, let silence ignite,
The awe of creation, the fall and the flight,
For in the heart of this desolate scene,
Lies the pulse of existence, the unsung machine.
Modifiers:
Alex Grey
by Paula Rego
CAMERON GRAY
Geenss Archenti
art of Terry Gilliam
by Margaret Keane
by Kathe Kollwitz
art by Pino Daeni
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More about Abandoned Tower: A Skyward Perspective
A circular view from the ground upward reveals the interior of a tall, abandoned building, with crumbling walls and a cloudy sky visible through a round opening at the top.
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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