Prompt: Promethea, the Magic Goddess, stands tall and ethereal, her presence a symphony of mystical energy woven into corporeal form. Her figure, statuesque and commanding, is draped in flowing robes of shimmering iridescence that seem to shift with every thought and emotion. The fabric itself appears alive, pulsating gently with an inner light that hints at the vast depths of magic she commands.
Her skin, porcelain pale yet radiant, bears delicate patterns that seem to flicker like constellations seen through the fabric of reality. Eyes of liquid gold, pools of ancient wisdom, gaze serenely from a face that blends classical beauty with an otherworldly grace. Her hair cascades in waves of flame, hues of crimson and gold dancing in a perpetual, gentle blaze that never consumes.
In one hand, she holds the caduceus, a staff wreathed in swirling flames that obey her will, the fire casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across her features. The caduceus itself pulses with power, runes and symbols of arcane knowledge etched into its surface, each glyph telling a tale of creation and transformation.
Around her, a subtle aura of magic shimmers, weaving around her form like a protective cloak, resonating with the cadence of the universe itself. Promethea's presence is not merely physical; it is a convergence of magic and divinity, a testament to the infinite possibilities of existence embodied in a single, breathtaking form.
Prompt: Promethea, the Magic Goddess, stands tall and ethereal, her presence a symphony of mystical energy woven into corporeal form. Her figure, statuesque and commanding, is draped in flowing robes of shimmering iridescence that seem to shift with every thought and emotion. The fabric itself appears alive, pulsating gently with an inner light that hints at the vast depths of magic she commands.
Her skin, porcelain pale yet radiant, bears delicate patterns that seem to flicker like constellations seen through the fabric of reality. Eyes of liquid gold, pools of ancient wisdom, gaze serenely from a face that blends classical beauty with an otherworldly grace. Her hair cascades in waves of flame, hues of crimson and gold dancing in a perpetual, gentle blaze that never consumes.
In one hand, she holds the caduceus, a staff wreathed in swirling flames that obey her will, the fire casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across her features. The caduceus itself pulses with power, runes and symbols of arcane knowledge etched into its surface, each glyph telling a tale of creation and transformation.
Around her, a subtle aura of magic shimmers, weaving around her form like a protective cloak, resonating with the cadence of the universe itself. Promethea's presence is not merely physical; it is a convergence of magic and divinity, a testament to the infinite possibilities of existence embodied in a single, breathtaking form.
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Prompt:
Promethea, the Magic Goddess, stands tall and ethereal, her presence a symphony of mystical energy woven into corporeal form. Her figure, statuesque and commanding, is draped in flowing robes of shimmering iridescence that seem to shift with every thought and emotion. The fabric itself appears alive, pulsating gently with an inner light that hints at the vast depths of magic she commands.
Her skin, porcelain pale yet radiant, bears delicate patterns that seem to flicker like constellations seen through the fabric of reality. Eyes of liquid gold, pools of ancient wisdom, gaze serenely from a face that blends classical beauty with an otherworldly grace. Her hair cascades in waves of flame, hues of crimson and gold dancing in a perpetual, gentle blaze that never consumes.
In one hand, she holds the caduceus, a staff wreathed in swirling flames that obey her will, the fire casting intricate patterns of light and shadow across her features. The caduceus itself pulses with power, runes and symbols of arcane knowledge etched into its surface, each glyph telling a tale of creation and transformation.
Around her, a subtle aura of magic shimmers, weaving around her form like a protective cloak, resonating with the cadence of the universe itself. Promethea's presence is not merely physical; it is a convergence of magic and divinity, a testament to the infinite possibilities of existence embodied in a single, breathtaking form.
Modifiers:
watercolor
patrick nagel
painterly
John Blanche
neon
wet on wet
r2roh
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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