Prompt: A vast, desolate wasteland stretches out under a blood-red sky, the horizon barely distinguishable through the haze of swirling, toxic dust. In the foreground, a twisted, skeletal tree stands, its gnarled branches reaching out like the hands of a tormented soul, clutching a Telephone in silent agony. The bark of the tree is cracked and peeling, revealing the raw, pulsating flesh underneath, as if the tree itself is in a perpetual state of decay.
In the middle ground, a lone figure shrouded in tattered, dark robes stands motionless. The figure’s face is obscured by a hood, but from within the darkness, a pair of glowing, hollow eyes stare out, reflecting the torment of the surrounding landscape. The figure’s hands, claw-like and bony, clutch a Telephone, from which blood-red sand slowly trickles out, symbolizing the relentless passage of time and the inevitability of suffering.
In the background, a jagged mountain range casts long, oppressive shadows over the landscape. The peaks are sharp and cruel, like the teeth of a giant beast, and the clouds above them roil and churn with a menacing energy. Lightning occasionally cracks through the sky, illuminating the scene in brief, harsh flashes of light, casting stark, exaggerated shadows.
Throughout the scene, an eerie, almost palpable silence pervades, broken only by the distant, haunting wails of unseen creatures. The air is thick with a sense of dread and hopelessness, as if the very atmosphere is saturated with the suffering of countless souls.
The overall color palette is muted, dominated by shades of red, black, and gray, creating a sense of foreboding and despair. Every element of the scene is meticulously detailed, emphasizing the grotesque beauty and nightmarish quality.
Prompt: A vast, desolate wasteland stretches out under a blood-red sky, the horizon barely distinguishable through the haze of swirling, toxic dust. In the foreground, a twisted, skeletal tree stands, its gnarled branches reaching out like the hands of a tormented soul, clutching a Telephone in silent agony. The bark of the tree is cracked and peeling, revealing the raw, pulsating flesh underneath, as if the tree itself is in a perpetual state of decay.
In the middle ground, a lone figure shrouded in tattered, dark robes stands motionless. The figure’s face is obscured by a hood, but from within the darkness, a pair of glowing, hollow eyes stare out, reflecting the torment of the surrounding landscape. The figure’s hands, claw-like and bony, clutch a Telephone, from which blood-red sand slowly trickles out, symbolizing the relentless passage of time and the inevitability of suffering.
In the background, a jagged mountain range casts long, oppressive shadows over the landscape. The peaks are sharp and cruel, like the teeth of a giant beast, and the clouds above them roil and churn with a menacing energy. Lightning occasionally cracks through the sky, illuminating the scene in brief, harsh flashes of light, casting stark, exaggerated shadows.
Throughout the scene, an eerie, almost palpable silence pervades, broken only by the distant, haunting wails of unseen creatures. The air is thick with a sense of dread and hopelessness, as if the very atmosphere is saturated with the suffering of countless souls.
The overall color palette is muted, dominated by shades of red, black, and gray, creating a sense of foreboding and despair. Every element of the scene is meticulously detailed, emphasizing the grotesque beauty and nightmarish quality.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
A vast, desolate wasteland stretches out under a blood-red sky, the horizon barely distinguishable through the haze of swirling, toxic dust. In the foreground, a twisted, skeletal tree stands, its gnarled branches reaching out like the hands of a tormented soul, clutching a Telephone in silent agony. The bark of the tree is cracked and peeling, revealing the raw, pulsating flesh underneath, as if the tree itself is in a perpetual state of decay.
In the middle ground, a lone figure shrouded in tattered, dark robes stands motionless. The figure’s face is obscured by a hood, but from within the darkness, a pair of glowing, hollow eyes stare out, reflecting the torment of the surrounding landscape. The figure’s hands, claw-like and bony, clutch a Telephone, from which blood-red sand slowly trickles out, symbolizing the relentless passage of time and the inevitability of suffering.
In the background, a jagged mountain range casts long, oppressive shadows over the landscape. The peaks are sharp and cruel, like the teeth of a giant beast, and the clouds above them roil and churn with a menacing energy. Lightning occasionally cracks through the sky, illuminating the scene in brief, harsh flashes of light, casting stark, exaggerated shadows.
Throughout the scene, an eerie, almost palpable silence pervades, broken only by the distant, haunting wails of unseen creatures. The air is thick with a sense of dread and hopelessness, as if the very atmosphere is saturated with the suffering of countless souls.
The overall color palette is muted, dominated by shades of red, black, and gray, creating a sense of foreboding and despair. Every element of the scene is meticulously detailed, emphasizing the grotesque beauty and nightmarish quality.
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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