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ArtistSoft white clouds, like powder, swirling in a strong wind, forming the silhouette of a graceful dancer with a flowing, swirling dress, ethereal and dreamy ambiance, delicate features, enchanting and captivating, whimsical and magical, detailed wisps of cloud creating the outline, gentle curves and soft edges, fantasy-inspired, high definition, pastel color palette, soft lighting creating a mystical glow, artistic and imaginative interpretation, evoking a sense of beauty and wonder. Clouds only, no real human.
Original prompt by Phil 3.14: https://deepdreamgenerator.com/ddream/8zi55ovooln
The try didn't work normally, so I copy-pasted the prompt and altered it.
The cloud-dancer
One day, the clouds assembled to hold a meeting. They were fed up with the way they were seen. "We look like cauliflower" grumbled the Cumulus. "We look like fog in the sky" wailed Stratus and Nimbostratus. "We look like sheep" lamented Stratocumulus and Altocumulus moaned: "We look like the sky's got the measles." Cirrus complained: "We are thin like threads." And Cumulonimbus rumbled: "We are the threats!"
"Brothers, yammering about it will not get us anywhere. We have to think of a solution." proposed Cumulus, who somehow had taken the chair.
So, all the clouds furrowed their brows and every once in a while one of them started: "Ah, maybe...or better not". Finally, Cirrus proposed: "How about adding color?", but Cumulus protested: "Green, we'll look like broccoli!" Cumulonimbus interjected: "We are intimidating enough already, even without war-paint."
Again, the clouds sank into deep thought. After a long time of deep thinking Cirrus, who was the nimblest of them all, had come up with another idea: "How about sports? We could really look more interesting if we performed some sport." Cumulonimbus was strictly against it: "We can't play soccer, we are aimlessly wandering entities, we don't have a goal. We can't play tennis, the only racket we have is the one the birds make and we can't play baseball because the bats are too frail."
This was becoming more and more difficult. The clouds thought and thought. Now, you must know, thinking is very strenuous for clouds because they rarely exercise it. No wonder that Cumulonimbus fell asleep. His snoring created an increasingly intense air stream that blew the other clouds around and made them dance in the sky. Little by little, the other clouds converged into the form of a beautiful ballerina. They all cheered and said: "This is indeed what we need!"
The ballerina still dances through the sky and occasionally she can be seen - provided you can tear your eyes away from your smartphone.
