Prompt: a gritty, raw moment on a war-torn battlefield. Amidst the deafening roar of gunfire and the chaotic symphony of combat, a lone soldier surges forward with a visceral intensity. His uniform is more than just worn; it's a tapestry of the battlefield's harsh reality – stained with dirt, sweat, and the smears of smoke. His helmet, slightly askew, does little to shield him from the relentless barrage of debris and shrapnel whizzing past.
This soldier's face is a canvas of raw emotion. His eyes, wide and wild, burn with a primal, almost feral, light – a stark reflection of the adrenaline and fear that fuels him. His jaw is clenched, teeth gritted in a display of raw determination and unbridled fury, as he propels himself towards an unseen enemy.
In his grip, his rifle is not just a weapon but an extension of his will, clutched with white-knuckled intensity. Each step he takes is heavy, driven more by instinct than thought, as he navigates the treacherous, cratered landscape littered with the remnants of war – spent bullet casings, fragments of weaponry, and the unfortunate fallen.
The air around him is thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood, mingling with the oppressive smoke that veils the battlefield. The distant sounds of orders shouted are lost in the cacophony, rendering each soldier an island in the tumultuous sea of war.
Prompt: a gritty, raw moment on a war-torn battlefield. Amidst the deafening roar of gunfire and the chaotic symphony of combat, a lone soldier surges forward with a visceral intensity. His uniform is more than just worn; it's a tapestry of the battlefield's harsh reality – stained with dirt, sweat, and the smears of smoke. His helmet, slightly askew, does little to shield him from the relentless barrage of debris and shrapnel whizzing past.
This soldier's face is a canvas of raw emotion. His eyes, wide and wild, burn with a primal, almost feral, light – a stark reflection of the adrenaline and fear that fuels him. His jaw is clenched, teeth gritted in a display of raw determination and unbridled fury, as he propels himself towards an unseen enemy.
In his grip, his rifle is not just a weapon but an extension of his will, clutched with white-knuckled intensity. Each step he takes is heavy, driven more by instinct than thought, as he navigates the treacherous, cratered landscape littered with the remnants of war – spent bullet casings, fragments of weaponry, and the unfortunate fallen.
The air around him is thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood, mingling with the oppressive smoke that veils the battlefield. The distant sounds of orders shouted are lost in the cacophony, rendering each soldier an island in the tumultuous sea of war.
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Prompt:
a gritty, raw moment on a war-torn battlefield. Amidst the deafening roar of gunfire and the chaotic symphony of combat, a lone soldier surges forward with a visceral intensity. His uniform is more than just worn; it's a tapestry of the battlefield's harsh reality – stained with dirt, sweat, and the smears of smoke. His helmet, slightly askew, does little to shield him from the relentless barrage of debris and shrapnel whizzing past.
This soldier's face is a canvas of raw emotion. His eyes, wide and wild, burn with a primal, almost feral, light – a stark reflection of the adrenaline and fear that fuels him. His jaw is clenched, teeth gritted in a display of raw determination and unbridled fury, as he propels himself towards an unseen enemy.
In his grip, his rifle is not just a weapon but an extension of his will, clutched with white-knuckled intensity. Each step he takes is heavy, driven more by instinct than thought, as he navigates the treacherous, cratered landscape littered with the remnants of war – spent bullet casings, fragments of weaponry, and the unfortunate fallen.
The air around him is thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood, mingling with the oppressive smoke that veils the battlefield. The distant sounds of orders shouted are lost in the cacophony, rendering each soldier an island in the tumultuous sea of war.
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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