Prompt: a woman in her 30's, wearing denim in 1951, Greenwich Village, playing on a brownstone rooftop in the style of Edward Hopper, Late Afternoon, she is wearing jeans and long sleeved shirt, short hair, a woman in her late 30s.. The cellist, perched on the rooftop. The raven, a silent companion, perched nearby, its glossy feathers absorbing the sunShe is sitting on an old wooden chair she leaves on the roof, her cello resting against her knee. Her profile is sharp--a study in solitude. This is the 1951 Greenwich Village of old brownstones, with their windows and fire escapes. Dimly lit apartments held scenes—getting the dinner prepared, kids playing in the street, people coming back from work. The big sky all in Edward Hopper's palette. Signs on the street, She and the raven cast shadows across the rooftop. Her face was half-illuminated, her expression inscrutable. The raven’s ebony plumage absorbed the afternoon light, sky. its eyes gleamed--a tiny universe of mystery. Her fingers hovered above the cello strings, poised to play. The raven tilted its head, as if listening. Perhaps it understood the music of solitude--the ache that echoed through
Prompt: a woman in her 30's, wearing denim in 1951, Greenwich Village, playing on a brownstone rooftop in the style of Edward Hopper, Late Afternoon, she is wearing jeans and long sleeved shirt, short hair, a woman in her late 30s.. The cellist, perched on the rooftop. The raven, a silent companion, perched nearby, its glossy feathers absorbing the sunShe is sitting on an old wooden chair she leaves on the roof, her cello resting against her knee. Her profile is sharp--a study in solitude. This is the 1951 Greenwich Village of old brownstones, with their windows and fire escapes. Dimly lit apartments held scenes—getting the dinner prepared, kids playing in the street, people coming back from work. The big sky all in Edward Hopper's palette. Signs on the street, She and the raven cast shadows across the rooftop. Her face was half-illuminated, her expression inscrutable. The raven’s ebony plumage absorbed the afternoon light, sky. its eyes gleamed--a tiny universe of mystery. Her fingers hovered above the cello strings, poised to play. The raven tilted its head, as if listening. Perhaps it understood the music of solitude--the ache that echoed through
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a woman in her 30's, wearing denim in 1951, Greenwich Village, playing on a brownstone rooftop in the style of Edward Hopper, Late Afternoon, she is wearing jeans and long sleeved shirt, short hair, a woman in her late 30s.. The cellist, perched on the rooftop. The raven, a silent companion, perched nearby, its glossy feathers absorbing the sunShe is sitting on an old wooden chair she leaves on the roof, her cello resting against her knee. Her profile is sharp--a study in solitude. This is the 1951 Greenwich Village of old brownstones, with their windows and fire escapes. Dimly lit apartments held scenes—getting the dinner prepared, kids playing in the street, people coming back from work. The big sky all in Edward Hopper's palette. Signs on the street, She and the raven cast shadows across the rooftop. Her face was half-illuminated, her expression inscrutable. The raven’s ebony plumage absorbed the afternoon light, sky. its eyes gleamed--a tiny universe of mystery. Her fingers hovered above the cello strings, poised to play. The raven tilted its head, as if listening. Perhaps it understood the music of solitude--the ache that echoed through
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A woman sits with a guitar on a sunset-lit rooftop, a crow beside her, overlooked by city skyscrapers.
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.
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