Prompt: As the sun begins to set, casting a warm, golden glow across the horizon, a cross stands tall in the quiet of the evening. It is sturdy and strong, made of smooth, unblemished wood that has weathered the passage of time with grace, its surface rich with the natural patterns of the grain. The cross is not worn or battered, but alive with purpose, its shape simple yet profound against the backdrop of the darkening sky. Wrapped around its frame, from the base to the top, thick, vibrant vines curl and twist with an almost deliberate elegance. They are lush and healthy, their dark green leaves glistening in the fading sunlight, a stark contrast to the wooden surface they cling to. The tendrils grow effortlessly, wrapping themselves around each arm of the cross as if they were a part of it, gently but firmly embracing it with nature’s quiet power. Some vines stretch high, their delicate leaves reaching toward the heavens, while others cascade downward like a flowing curtain, their tips brushing the earth below. As the sun dips lower, the colors of the sky shift, turning to hues of deep orange, purple, and soft pink. The cross, once bathed in golden light, begins to darken, the shadows growing long and deep. The vines, though still full of life, start to take on a darker hue in the growing twilight, their rich green turning into deeper shades of emerald and jade. The tendrils seem to stretch more, creeping ever further, reaching into the approaching night. The contrast between the vibrant foliage and the darkening sky becomes more pronounced, adding a sense of mystery to the scene. As the last rays of sunlight fade, the cross is bathed in a soft, dusky light. The vines, now shrouded in twilight, seem to pulse with life as if they are quietly absorbing the day’s energy. The air cools, and the evening breeze rustles through the leaves, making the vines sway gently, their movement graceful yet deliberate. The cross stands in solemn beauty, its wood solid and undisturbed.
Prompt: As the sun begins to set, casting a warm, golden glow across the horizon, a cross stands tall in the quiet of the evening. It is sturdy and strong, made of smooth, unblemished wood that has weathered the passage of time with grace, its surface rich with the natural patterns of the grain. The cross is not worn or battered, but alive with purpose, its shape simple yet profound against the backdrop of the darkening sky. Wrapped around its frame, from the base to the top, thick, vibrant vines curl and twist with an almost deliberate elegance. They are lush and healthy, their dark green leaves glistening in the fading sunlight, a stark contrast to the wooden surface they cling to. The tendrils grow effortlessly, wrapping themselves around each arm of the cross as if they were a part of it, gently but firmly embracing it with nature’s quiet power. Some vines stretch high, their delicate leaves reaching toward the heavens, while others cascade downward like a flowing curtain, their tips brushing the earth below. As the sun dips lower, the colors of the sky shift, turning to hues of deep orange, purple, and soft pink. The cross, once bathed in golden light, begins to darken, the shadows growing long and deep. The vines, though still full of life, start to take on a darker hue in the growing twilight, their rich green turning into deeper shades of emerald and jade. The tendrils seem to stretch more, creeping ever further, reaching into the approaching night. The contrast between the vibrant foliage and the darkening sky becomes more pronounced, adding a sense of mystery to the scene. As the last rays of sunlight fade, the cross is bathed in a soft, dusky light. The vines, now shrouded in twilight, seem to pulse with life as if they are quietly absorbing the day’s energy. The air cools, and the evening breeze rustles through the leaves, making the vines sway gently, their movement graceful yet deliberate. The cross stands in solemn beauty, its wood solid and undisturbed.
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Prompt:
As the sun begins to set, casting a warm, golden glow across the horizon, a cross stands tall in the quiet of the evening. It is sturdy and strong, made of smooth, unblemished wood that has weathered the passage of time with grace, its surface rich with the natural patterns of the grain. The cross is not worn or battered, but alive with purpose, its shape simple yet profound against the backdrop of the darkening sky. Wrapped around its frame, from the base to the top, thick, vibrant vines curl and twist with an almost deliberate elegance. They are lush and healthy, their dark green leaves glistening in the fading sunlight, a stark contrast to the wooden surface they cling to. The tendrils grow effortlessly, wrapping themselves around each arm of the cross as if they were a part of it, gently but firmly embracing it with nature’s quiet power. Some vines stretch high, their delicate leaves reaching toward the heavens, while others cascade downward like a flowing curtain, their tips brushing the earth below. As the sun dips lower, the colors of the sky shift, turning to hues of deep orange, purple, and soft pink. The cross, once bathed in golden light, begins to darken, the shadows growing long and deep. The vines, though still full of life, start to take on a darker hue in the growing twilight, their rich green turning into deeper shades of emerald and jade. The tendrils seem to stretch more, creeping ever further, reaching into the approaching night. The contrast between the vibrant foliage and the darkening sky becomes more pronounced, adding a sense of mystery to the scene. As the last rays of sunlight fade, the cross is bathed in a soft, dusky light. The vines, now shrouded in twilight, seem to pulse with life as if they are quietly absorbing the day’s energy. The air cools, and the evening breeze rustles through the leaves, making the vines sway gently, their movement graceful yet deliberate. The cross stands in solemn beauty, its wood solid and undisturbed.
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oil on canvas
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beautiful
fantastic view
colourful
very cute
child drawing
pencil sketch
beautiful
elegant
fantasy
sharp focus
very attractive
oil on canvas
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oil on canvas
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A rustic wooden cross stands silhouetted against a stunning sunset. Warm hues of orange and yellow illuminate the sky, casting a serene atmosphere over a tranquil landscape.
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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