Prompt: In the heart of an ancient woodland, bathed in the soft glow of bioluminescent flora, stands a woman of the fae—ethereal and otherworldly, as though woven from the very essence of the forest itself. Her skin shimmers like moonlight on dewdrops, a delicate blend of iridescent pearl and the faintest hint of lilac, as if kissed by twilight. Faint, swirling patterns of bioluminescence trace across her collarbones and shoulders, pulsing softly in rhythm with the unseen magic coursing through her veins.
Her eyes are impossibly large and luminous, shifting between hues of verdant green and molten gold, as if reflecting the very essence of nature’s wild magic. They are framed by long, silken lashes, their tips dusted with a subtle shimmer, like the wings of a moth catching the light. Her ears, elongated and gracefully tapered, curve like the petals of an exotic flower, adorned with delicate silver chains strung with tiny, star-like crystals that hum with an ancient energy.
Her hair cascades down her back in waves of gossamer strands, a blend of deep midnight blues and iridescent violets, threaded with wisps of silver that glow faintly in the dim light. Small, luminescent flowers bloom within the strands, weaving through her locks as if nature itself had crowned her. The scent of night-blooming jasmine lingers in the air around her, an intoxicating whisper of mystery.
Her lips, full and slightly parted, carry the soft tint of crushed berries, with a sheen that suggests the nectar of enchanted blossoms. When she speaks, her voice is like the murmur of the wind through ancient trees, both soothing and filled with the quiet power of an age-old realm.
But it is her wings that are most captivating—gossamer-thin, translucent, and impossibly intricate, they shimmer with an opalescent glow. Style by Jeremy Lipking, David Kassan
Prompt: In the heart of an ancient woodland, bathed in the soft glow of bioluminescent flora, stands a woman of the fae—ethereal and otherworldly, as though woven from the very essence of the forest itself. Her skin shimmers like moonlight on dewdrops, a delicate blend of iridescent pearl and the faintest hint of lilac, as if kissed by twilight. Faint, swirling patterns of bioluminescence trace across her collarbones and shoulders, pulsing softly in rhythm with the unseen magic coursing through her veins.
Her eyes are impossibly large and luminous, shifting between hues of verdant green and molten gold, as if reflecting the very essence of nature’s wild magic. They are framed by long, silken lashes, their tips dusted with a subtle shimmer, like the wings of a moth catching the light. Her ears, elongated and gracefully tapered, curve like the petals of an exotic flower, adorned with delicate silver chains strung with tiny, star-like crystals that hum with an ancient energy.
Her hair cascades down her back in waves of gossamer strands, a blend of deep midnight blues and iridescent violets, threaded with wisps of silver that glow faintly in the dim light. Small, luminescent flowers bloom within the strands, weaving through her locks as if nature itself had crowned her. The scent of night-blooming jasmine lingers in the air around her, an intoxicating whisper of mystery.
Her lips, full and slightly parted, carry the soft tint of crushed berries, with a sheen that suggests the nectar of enchanted blossoms. When she speaks, her voice is like the murmur of the wind through ancient trees, both soothing and filled with the quiet power of an age-old realm.
But it is her wings that are most captivating—gossamer-thin, translucent, and impossibly intricate, they shimmer with an opalescent glow. Style by Jeremy Lipking, David Kassan
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Prompt:
In the heart of an ancient woodland, bathed in the soft glow of bioluminescent flora, stands a woman of the fae—ethereal and otherworldly, as though woven from the very essence of the forest itself. Her skin shimmers like moonlight on dewdrops, a delicate blend of iridescent pearl and the faintest hint of lilac, as if kissed by twilight. Faint, swirling patterns of bioluminescence trace across her collarbones and shoulders, pulsing softly in rhythm with the unseen magic coursing through her veins.
Her eyes are impossibly large and luminous, shifting between hues of verdant green and molten gold, as if reflecting the very essence of nature’s wild magic. They are framed by long, silken lashes, their tips dusted with a subtle shimmer, like the wings of a moth catching the light. Her ears, elongated and gracefully tapered, curve like the petals of an exotic flower, adorned with delicate silver chains strung with tiny, star-like crystals that hum with an ancient energy.
Her hair cascades down her back in waves of gossamer strands, a blend of deep midnight blues and iridescent violets, threaded with wisps of silver that glow faintly in the dim light. Small, luminescent flowers bloom within the strands, weaving through her locks as if nature itself had crowned her. The scent of night-blooming jasmine lingers in the air around her, an intoxicating whisper of mystery.
Her lips, full and slightly parted, carry the soft tint of crushed berries, with a sheen that suggests the nectar of enchanted blossoms. When she speaks, her voice is like the murmur of the wind through ancient trees, both soothing and filled with the quiet power of an age-old realm.
But it is her wings that are most captivating—gossamer-thin, translucent, and impossibly intricate, they shimmer with an opalescent glow. Style by Jeremy Lipking, David Kassan
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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