Prompt: Moira Clotho weaves the threads of fate in a marble portico on a backless golden Greek chair. It’s a clear spring day outside the portico, with green cypress trees in the distance. Moira Clotho appears to be twenty years old, curvy, with a beautiful, stern, distant face, light eyes, light curly hair combed back. She wears a light linen tunic with an embroidered meander on her legs and sandals with woven ties that reach mid-calf. Her left hand lies on the etherial luminous spinning wheel. A thread is formed from the spinning wheel and goes to the spindle in her right hand. Moira Clotho's right hand holds a spindle from which thousands of threads fall to the floor. Thousands of threads wind randomly across the marble floor. The kittens play happily with these threads at the foot of Clotho's chair. A large bundle of thread fell into the floor fireplace at the edge of the picture and flared up like a small volcano. By Lawrence Alma-Tadema, Pre-Raphaelite aesthetics, bright rich colors, crisp quality, masterpiece.
Prompt: Moira Clotho weaves the threads of fate in a marble portico on a backless golden Greek chair. It’s a clear spring day outside the portico, with green cypress trees in the distance. Moira Clotho appears to be twenty years old, curvy, with a beautiful, stern, distant face, light eyes, light curly hair combed back. She wears a light linen tunic with an embroidered meander on her legs and sandals with woven ties that reach mid-calf. Her left hand lies on the etherial luminous spinning wheel. A thread is formed from the spinning wheel and goes to the spindle in her right hand. Moira Clotho's right hand holds a spindle from which thousands of threads fall to the floor. Thousands of threads wind randomly across the marble floor. The kittens play happily with these threads at the foot of Clotho's chair. A large bundle of thread fell into the floor fireplace at the edge of the picture and flared up like a small volcano. By Lawrence Alma-Tadema, Pre-Raphaelite aesthetics, bright rich colors, crisp quality, masterpiece.
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Prompt:
Moira Clotho weaves the threads of fate in a marble portico on a backless golden Greek chair. It’s a clear spring day outside the portico, with green cypress trees in the distance. Moira Clotho appears to be twenty years old, curvy, with a beautiful, stern, distant face, light eyes, light curly hair combed back. She wears a light linen tunic with an embroidered meander on her legs and sandals with woven ties that reach mid-calf. Her left hand lies on the etherial luminous spinning wheel. A thread is formed from the spinning wheel and goes to the spindle in her right hand. Moira Clotho's right hand holds a spindle from which thousands of threads fall to the floor. Thousands of threads wind randomly across the marble floor. The kittens play happily with these threads at the foot of Clotho's chair. A large bundle of thread fell into the floor fireplace at the edge of the picture and flared up like a small volcano. By Lawrence Alma-Tadema, Pre-Raphaelite aesthetics, bright rich colors, crisp quality, masterpiece.
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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