Prompt: "Front view at an angle of 1/3 or 10° degrees." ("Mother and the ghost of her son behind her"): The silence of the Ukrainian village hut, decorated in the national style, enveloped the Ukrainian woman, of Slavic appearance, like a warm blanket or a Ukrainian hand-made scarf. A middle-aged woman in a national Ukrainian embroidered shirt with a short bob haircut was sitting at a desk in the light of an old, worn-out oil lamp, clutching the last letter from her son. His handwriting, familiar and dear, was visible on the yellowed paper, as if an invisible thread connected their hearts across distance and time. She closed her eyes, trying to bring back that happy moment when he laughed, telling her about his dreams and plans for life. — (*Mom, I'm always with you! — whispered the ghost in the form of a transparent human spirit of a man, a dead soldier") standing behind her, his voice sounded gentle and calm. The ghost looked at her, full of love and pride. She smiled through her tears, feeling his presence as tightly as she once hugged him. As if he was here, next to her, making every moment unbearably real. The letter spoke of hope, of how they would meet again, and she would hug him like in childhood. At that moment, a quiet strength was reflected in the woman's heart - a love that even war cannot extinguish. She knew that despite the loss, her son would always be there, in her memories and in her heart. Full UHD 128K.
Prompt: "Front view at an angle of 1/3 or 10° degrees." ("Mother and the ghost of her son behind her"): The silence of the Ukrainian village hut, decorated in the national style, enveloped the Ukrainian woman, of Slavic appearance, like a warm blanket or a Ukrainian hand-made scarf. A middle-aged woman in a national Ukrainian embroidered shirt with a short bob haircut was sitting at a desk in the light of an old, worn-out oil lamp, clutching the last letter from her son. His handwriting, familiar and dear, was visible on the yellowed paper, as if an invisible thread connected their hearts across distance and time. She closed her eyes, trying to bring back that happy moment when he laughed, telling her about his dreams and plans for life. — (*Mom, I'm always with you! — whispered the ghost in the form of a transparent human spirit of a man, a dead soldier") standing behind her, his voice sounded gentle and calm. The ghost looked at her, full of love and pride. She smiled through her tears, feeling his presence as tightly as she once hugged him. As if he was here, next to her, making every moment unbearably real. The letter spoke of hope, of how they would meet again, and she would hug him like in childhood. At that moment, a quiet strength was reflected in the woman's heart - a love that even war cannot extinguish. She knew that despite the loss, her son would always be there, in her memories and in her heart. Full UHD 128K.
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"Front view at an angle of 1/3 or 10° degrees." ("Mother and the ghost of her son behind her"): The silence of the Ukrainian village hut, decorated in the national style, enveloped the Ukrainian woman, of Slavic appearance, like a warm blanket or a Ukrainian hand-made scarf. A middle-aged woman in a national Ukrainian embroidered shirt with a short bob haircut was sitting at a desk in the light of an old, worn-out oil lamp, clutching the last letter from her son. His handwriting, familiar and dear, was visible on the yellowed paper, as if an invisible thread connected their hearts across distance and time. She closed her eyes, trying to bring back that happy moment when he laughed, telling her about his dreams and plans for life. — (*Mom, I'm always with you! — whispered the ghost in the form of a transparent human spirit of a man, a dead soldier") standing behind her, his voice sounded gentle and calm. The ghost looked at her, full of love and pride. She smiled through her tears, feeling his presence as tightly as she once hugged him. As if he was here, next to her, making every moment unbearably real. The letter spoke of hope, of how they would meet again, and she would hug him like in childhood. At that moment, a quiet strength was reflected in the woman's heart - a love that even war cannot extinguish. She knew that despite the loss, her son would always be there, in her memories and in her heart. Full UHD 128K.
Prompt: ""Front view at an angle of 1/3 or 10° degrees." ("Mother and the ghost of her son behind her"): The silence of the Ukrainian village hut, decorated in the national style, enveloped the Ukrainian woman, of Slavic appearance, like a warm blanket or a Ukrainian hand-made scarf. A middle-aged woman in a national Ukrainian embroidered shirt with a short bob haircut was sitting at a desk in the light of an old, worn-out oil lamp, clutching the last letter from her son. His handwriting, familiar and dear, was visible on the yellowed paper, as if an invisible thread connected their hearts across distance and time. She closed her eyes, trying to bring back that happy moment when he laughed, telling her about his dreams and plans for life. — (*Mom, I'm always with you! — whispered the ghost in the form of a transparent human spirit of a man, a dead soldier") standing behind her, his voice sounded gentle and calm. The ghost looked at her, full of love and pride. She smiled through her tears, feeling his presence as tightly as she once hugged him. As if he was here, next to her, making every moment unbearably real. The letter spoke of hope, of how they would meet again, and she would hug him like in childhood. At that moment, a quiet strength was reflected in the woman's heart - a love that even war cannot extinguish. She knew that despite the loss, her son would always be there, in her memories and in her heart. Full UHD 128K."
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Two women wrapped in patterned shawls stand outside a rustic wooden house. The older woman wears a red shawl, while the younger one is in blue, both gazing thoughtfully into the distance.
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.
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You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
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