Prompt: White cranes. Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers
Those who did not come from the bloody fields,
They once did not die in our land,
And they turned into white cranes.
They are still from those distant times
They fly and give us voices.
Isn’t that why it’s so often and sad
Do we fall silent while looking at the heavens?
A tired wedge flies, flies across the sky,
Flying in the fog at the end of the day,
And in that order there is a small gap,
Maybe this is the place for me.
The day will come, and with a flock of cranes
I will swim in the same gray haze,
From under the sky like a bird calling
All of you whom I left on earth...
May, breathtaking sky, oil on canvas in the style of Olga Beliaeva. Full UHD 32K
Prompt: White cranes. Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers
Those who did not come from the bloody fields,
They once did not die in our land,
And they turned into white cranes.
They are still from those distant times
They fly and give us voices.
Isn’t that why it’s so often and sad
Do we fall silent while looking at the heavens?
A tired wedge flies, flies across the sky,
Flying in the fog at the end of the day,
And in that order there is a small gap,
Maybe this is the place for me.
The day will come, and with a flock of cranes
I will swim in the same gray haze,
From under the sky like a bird calling
All of you whom I left on earth...
May, breathtaking sky, oil on canvas in the style of Olga Beliaeva. Full UHD 32K
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Prompt:
White cranes. Sometimes it seems to me that the soldiers
Those who did not come from the bloody fields,
They once did not die in our land,
And they turned into white cranes.
They are still from those distant times
They fly and give us voices.
Isn’t that why it’s so often and sad
Do we fall silent while looking at the heavens?
A tired wedge flies, flies across the sky,
Flying in the fog at the end of the day,
And in that order there is a small gap,
Maybe this is the place for me.
The day will come, and with a flock of cranes
I will swim in the same gray haze,
From under the sky like a bird calling
All of you whom I left on earth...
May, breathtaking sky, oil on canvas in the style of Olga Beliaeva. Full UHD 32K
Modifiers:
highly detailed
digital painting
elegant
intricate
ray tracing
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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