Prompt: An Abstract Expressionism painting of ;
The moon itself, jewel of the absolute,
Mystical guardian of the velvety sky,
She floats, solitary and naked,
In the infinite, with an innate grace.
Her face, sculpted by time,
Is a painting of shadows and light,
A desert of silver, silently,
Revealing age-old secrets.
Each crater is a work of art,
Engraved by raging stars,
Valleys of glittering powder, a departure,
Towards forgotten, infinite stories.
Without atmosphere to tarnish her beauty,
She shines with immaculate purity,
A frozen world, of calm and clarity,
A pearl in the setting of the past.
Her mountains, fortresses of silence,
Stand proud, under the icy glare,
Witnesses of centuries and absence,
Of life, in this sacred landscape.
When the sun caresses its flank,
It is adorned with soft and lunar hues,
Shades of gray, ivory and white,
Spread, delicate and light.
Its radiance, a glow in the dark night,
Awakens dreams and mysteries,
A beacon in the darkness, a shadow,
Of a distant world, ethereal and sincere.
The moon in itself is pure poetry,
An eternal muse for the imagination,
A kingdom of marble, without cracks,
Where time seems to stop, secular.
It inspires, it soothes, it attracts,
Like a goddess of stellar nights,
A haven of beauty, which breathes,
In the immensity, a seraphic and proud presence.
applied in forceful, rapid, and impulsive brush strokes. The paints are splashed, poured and flung directly onto the canvas in a dynamic and uncontrolled manner. Jackson Pollock painting style.
Prompt: An Abstract Expressionism painting of ;
The moon itself, jewel of the absolute,
Mystical guardian of the velvety sky,
She floats, solitary and naked,
In the infinite, with an innate grace.
Her face, sculpted by time,
Is a painting of shadows and light,
A desert of silver, silently,
Revealing age-old secrets.
Each crater is a work of art,
Engraved by raging stars,
Valleys of glittering powder, a departure,
Towards forgotten, infinite stories.
Without atmosphere to tarnish her beauty,
She shines with immaculate purity,
A frozen world, of calm and clarity,
A pearl in the setting of the past.
Her mountains, fortresses of silence,
Stand proud, under the icy glare,
Witnesses of centuries and absence,
Of life, in this sacred landscape.
When the sun caresses its flank,
It is adorned with soft and lunar hues,
Shades of gray, ivory and white,
Spread, delicate and light.
Its radiance, a glow in the dark night,
Awakens dreams and mysteries,
A beacon in the darkness, a shadow,
Of a distant world, ethereal and sincere.
The moon in itself is pure poetry,
An eternal muse for the imagination,
A kingdom of marble, without cracks,
Where time seems to stop, secular.
It inspires, it soothes, it attracts,
Like a goddess of stellar nights,
A haven of beauty, which breathes,
In the immensity, a seraphic and proud presence.
applied in forceful, rapid, and impulsive brush strokes. The paints are splashed, poured and flung directly onto the canvas in a dynamic and uncontrolled manner. Jackson Pollock painting style.
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Prompt:
An Abstract Expressionism painting of ;
The moon itself, jewel of the absolute,
Mystical guardian of the velvety sky,
She floats, solitary and naked,
In the infinite, with an innate grace.
Her face, sculpted by time,
Is a painting of shadows and light,
A desert of silver, silently,
Revealing age-old secrets.
Each crater is a work of art,
Engraved by raging stars,
Valleys of glittering powder, a departure,
Towards forgotten, infinite stories.
Without atmosphere to tarnish her beauty,
She shines with immaculate purity,
A frozen world, of calm and clarity,
A pearl in the setting of the past.
Her mountains, fortresses of silence,
Stand proud, under the icy glare,
Witnesses of centuries and absence,
Of life, in this sacred landscape.
When the sun caresses its flank,
It is adorned with soft and lunar hues,
Shades of gray, ivory and white,
Spread, delicate and light.
Its radiance, a glow in the dark night,
Awakens dreams and mysteries,
A beacon in the darkness, a shadow,
Of a distant world, ethereal and sincere.
The moon in itself is pure poetry,
An eternal muse for the imagination,
A kingdom of marble, without cracks,
Where time seems to stop, secular.
It inspires, it soothes, it attracts,
Like a goddess of stellar nights,
A haven of beauty, which breathes,
In the immensity, a seraphic and proud presence.
applied in forceful, rapid, and impulsive brush strokes. The paints are splashed, poured and flung directly onto the canvas in a dynamic and uncontrolled manner. Jackson Pollock painting style.
Modifiers:
Tachisme
Surréalisme dystopique
More about GENESIS OF THE MOON FIRST IMPACT
A vivid sci-fi landscape with mountains, multiple moons, and planets against a starry sky, embodying a surreal, cosmic panorama.
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.