Prompt: The time is too late and past, but I can't care. I drive at my own pace, through a landscape of surreal clocks.
The clocks are all melting, their faces twisted and distorted. Some are running backwards, others are stuck at a single moment in time. There are clocks that chime every time I pass them, and clocks that whisper my name.
I see a clock that is made of sand, and another that is made of fire. There is a clock that is shaped like a heart, and another that is shaped like a skull.
I drive through a field of broken clocks, their hands pointing in all directions. I see a clock that is growing out of a tree, and another that is floating in the air.
The clocks are all trying to tell me something, but I don't understand. I just keep driving, at my own pace.
Clockwork Symphony
The time is right now, but I can't care. I drive at my own pace, through a symphony of clocks.
The clocks are all ringing and chiming, their melodies blending together in a cacophonous harmony. There are grandfather clocks, cuckoo clocks, and wristwatches. There are digital clocks, analog clocks, and sundials.
Prompt: The time is too late and past, but I can't care. I drive at my own pace, through a landscape of surreal clocks.
The clocks are all melting, their faces twisted and distorted. Some are running backwards, others are stuck at a single moment in time. There are clocks that chime every time I pass them, and clocks that whisper my name.
I see a clock that is made of sand, and another that is made of fire. There is a clock that is shaped like a heart, and another that is shaped like a skull.
I drive through a field of broken clocks, their hands pointing in all directions. I see a clock that is growing out of a tree, and another that is floating in the air.
The clocks are all trying to tell me something, but I don't understand. I just keep driving, at my own pace.
Clockwork Symphony
The time is right now, but I can't care. I drive at my own pace, through a symphony of clocks.
The clocks are all ringing and chiming, their melodies blending together in a cacophonous harmony. There are grandfather clocks, cuckoo clocks, and wristwatches. There are digital clocks, analog clocks, and sundials.
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Prompt:
The time is too late and past, but I can't care. I drive at my own pace, through a landscape of surreal clocks.
The clocks are all melting, their faces twisted and distorted. Some are running backwards, others are stuck at a single moment in time. There are clocks that chime every time I pass them, and clocks that whisper my name.
I see a clock that is made of sand, and another that is made of fire. There is a clock that is shaped like a heart, and another that is shaped like a skull.
I drive through a field of broken clocks, their hands pointing in all directions. I see a clock that is growing out of a tree, and another that is floating in the air.
The clocks are all trying to tell me something, but I don't understand. I just keep driving, at my own pace.
Clockwork Symphony
The time is right now, but I can't care. I drive at my own pace, through a symphony of clocks.
The clocks are all ringing and chiming, their melodies blending together in a cacophonous harmony. There are grandfather clocks, cuckoo clocks, and wristwatches. There are digital clocks, analog clocks, and sundials.
Modifiers:
high detail
award winning
ultra detailed
hdr
Ultra realistic
galaxy vortex
starry sky, milky way
universe sparkling stars
smoke light
extremely Occult detailed
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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