Prompt: A hyper-detailed, visionary masterpiece where two ancient deities mourn a fractured reality. On the left, a mummy, a god of earth and silence, is rendered not in bandages but in cracked, kintsugi-repaired ceramic skin, its fissures glowing with molten gold and verdigris patina. Its hunched posture is a weeping mountain, its piercing black eyes holding the void of a starless sky, set against the silhouette of a shattered Mount Fuji under a swirling, Tadanori Yokoo-style sun.
On the right, a goddess of sound and memory with obsidian skin kneels dynamically. Her form, a Picasso-esque deconstruction of curves and angles, is adorned with jewelry of oxidized copper and industrial blueprint filigree. Her colorful, patchwork attire is a living multi-color woodblock print, its patterns telling forgotten stories, while her skirt's white fringe dissolves into alcohol ink splotches and dotted teal backgrounds. Her hand rests on a wooden radio from which a Cheshire Cat's smile of visible, prismatic soundwaves erupts, tearing through the canvas in a Kandinsky-meets-Basquiat explosion of abstract expressionism.
The entire scene is a primal, art brut fever dream. The warm, inviting palette is enflamed with violent, psychedelic accents, rendered with the ethereal horror of Zdzisław Beksinski and the ligne claire precision of Franco-Belgian comics. The landscape itself is a shabby chic, linocut texture, a world broken and beautifully, painfully remade.
Prompt: A hyper-detailed, visionary masterpiece where two ancient deities mourn a fractured reality. On the left, a mummy, a god of earth and silence, is rendered not in bandages but in cracked, kintsugi-repaired ceramic skin, its fissures glowing with molten gold and verdigris patina. Its hunched posture is a weeping mountain, its piercing black eyes holding the void of a starless sky, set against the silhouette of a shattered Mount Fuji under a swirling, Tadanori Yokoo-style sun.
On the right, a goddess of sound and memory with obsidian skin kneels dynamically. Her form, a Picasso-esque deconstruction of curves and angles, is adorned with jewelry of oxidized copper and industrial blueprint filigree. Her colorful, patchwork attire is a living multi-color woodblock print, its patterns telling forgotten stories, while her skirt's white fringe dissolves into alcohol ink splotches and dotted teal backgrounds. Her hand rests on a wooden radio from which a Cheshire Cat's smile of visible, prismatic soundwaves erupts, tearing through the canvas in a Kandinsky-meets-Basquiat explosion of abstract expressionism.
The entire scene is a primal, art brut fever dream. The warm, inviting palette is enflamed with violent, psychedelic accents, rendered with the ethereal horror of Zdzisław Beksinski and the ligne claire precision of Franco-Belgian comics. The landscape itself is a shabby chic, linocut texture, a world broken and beautifully, painfully remade.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
A hyper-detailed, visionary masterpiece where two ancient deities mourn a fractured reality. On the left, a mummy, a god of earth and silence, is rendered not in bandages but in cracked, kintsugi-repaired ceramic skin, its fissures glowing with molten gold and verdigris patina. Its hunched posture is a weeping mountain, its piercing black eyes holding the void of a starless sky, set against the silhouette of a shattered Mount Fuji under a swirling, Tadanori Yokoo-style sun.
On the right, a goddess of sound and memory with obsidian skin kneels dynamically. Her form, a Picasso-esque deconstruction of curves and angles, is adorned with jewelry of oxidized copper and industrial blueprint filigree. Her colorful, patchwork attire is a living multi-color woodblock print, its patterns telling forgotten stories, while her skirt's white fringe dissolves into alcohol ink splotches and dotted teal backgrounds. Her hand rests on a wooden radio from which a Cheshire Cat's smile of visible, prismatic soundwaves erupts, tearing through the canvas in a Kandinsky-meets-Basquiat explosion of abstract expressionism.
The entire scene is a primal, art brut fever dream. The warm, inviting palette is enflamed with violent, psychedelic accents, rendered with the ethereal horror of Zdzisław Beksinski and the ligne claire precision of Franco-Belgian comics. The landscape itself is a shabby chic, linocut texture, a world broken and beautifully, painfully remade.
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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