Prompt: In a shattered battlefield beneath a blood moon, surrounded by fallen warriors, glowing embers, and skeletal remains, she rises. A stunning, immortal woman — tall, pale, and commanding — the embodiment of death itself. She wears your signature outfit: a lace bustier and micro bikini bottom, now reimagined in midnight black and glowing bone-white, adorned with silver skull clasps, gothic runes, and blood-red gemstone trim.
Her long coat becomes a death-shroud cape — flowing, ragged at the edges, stitched with the souls of the condemned. It floats unnaturally behind her like smoke, lined with glowing sigils that whisper her name across dimensions. Chains hang from her hips, etched with ancient inscriptions. Her high boots are wrapped in blackened leather and bone, stomping across dust and decay.
Her skin is snow-pale, glowing faintly with spectral energy. Her hair: long silver-white or bone-blonde, cascading like moonlight, sometimes lifted by invisible forces. Her eyes? Glowing ice-blue or pure black voids, depending on her mood. Her lips: deep crimson, stained by fate itself.
She holds a scythe, flaming sword, or book of the dead, and her throne is carved from twisted bones and obsidian. Behind her, skeletal wings or black smoke curls like a storm. The sky is cracked, the earth burned. But she?
She stands untouched.
Unmerciful.
Unforgettable.
Full-body 9:16 vertical frame. Hyper-realistic dark fantasy.
Color palette: black, bone-white, blood red, silver, ash gray, cold blue.
Mood: powerful, apocalyptic, seductive, supernatural.
Vibe: “She doesn’t kill you.
She judges you… and smiles.”
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Prompt: In a shattered battlefield beneath a blood moon, surrounded by fallen warriors, glowing embers, and skeletal remains, she rises. A stunning, immortal woman — tall, pale, and commanding — the embodiment of death itself. She wears your signature outfit: a lace bustier and micro bikini bottom, now reimagined in midnight black and glowing bone-white, adorned with silver skull clasps, gothic runes, and blood-red gemstone trim.
Her long coat becomes a death-shroud cape — flowing, ragged at the edges, stitched with the souls of the condemned. It floats unnaturally behind her like smoke, lined with glowing sigils that whisper her name across dimensions. Chains hang from her hips, etched with ancient inscriptions. Her high boots are wrapped in blackened leather and bone, stomping across dust and decay.
Her skin is snow-pale, glowing faintly with spectral energy. Her hair: long silver-white or bone-blonde, cascading like moonlight, sometimes lifted by invisible forces. Her eyes? Glowing ice-blue or pure black voids, depending on her mood. Her lips: deep crimson, stained by fate itself.
She holds a scythe, flaming sword, or book of the dead, and her throne is carved from twisted bones and obsidian. Behind her, skeletal wings or black smoke curls like a storm. The sky is cracked, the earth burned. But she?
She stands untouched.
Unmerciful.
Unforgettable.
Full-body 9:16 vertical frame. Hyper-realistic dark fantasy.
Color palette: black, bone-white, blood red, silver, ash gray, cold blue.
Mood: powerful, apocalyptic, seductive, supernatural.
Vibe: “She doesn’t kill you.
She judges you… and smiles.”
.rojithayasaswin.
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Prompt:
In a shattered battlefield beneath a blood moon, surrounded by fallen warriors, glowing embers, and skeletal remains, she rises. A stunning, immortal woman — tall, pale, and commanding — the embodiment of death itself. She wears your signature outfit: a lace bustier and micro bikini bottom, now reimagined in midnight black and glowing bone-white, adorned with silver skull clasps, gothic runes, and blood-red gemstone trim.
Her long coat becomes a death-shroud cape — flowing, ragged at the edges, stitched with the souls of the condemned. It floats unnaturally behind her like smoke, lined with glowing sigils that whisper her name across dimensions. Chains hang from her hips, etched with ancient inscriptions. Her high boots are wrapped in blackened leather and bone, stomping across dust and decay.
Her skin is snow-pale, glowing faintly with spectral energy. Her hair: long silver-white or bone-blonde, cascading like moonlight, sometimes lifted by invisible forces. Her eyes? Glowing ice-blue or pure black voids, depending on her mood. Her lips: deep crimson, stained by fate itself.
She holds a scythe, flaming sword, or book of the dead, and her throne is carved from twisted bones and obsidian. Behind her, skeletal wings or black smoke curls like a storm. The sky is cracked, the earth burned. But she?
She stands untouched.
Unmerciful.
Unforgettable.
Full-body 9:16 vertical frame. Hyper-realistic dark fantasy.
Color palette: black, bone-white, blood red, silver, ash gray, cold blue.
Mood: powerful, apocalyptic, seductive, supernatural.
Vibe: “She doesn’t kill you.
She judges you… and smiles.”
.rojithayasaswin.
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In a haunting battlefield under a blood moon, an immortal woman rises, embodying death. Clad in a striking outfit, she commands attention with glowing features, a spectral aura, and a menacing scythe.
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
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