Prompt: A hauntingly desolate, frostbitten street at midnight, cloaked in a dense, suffocating fog with an unnatural, sickly blue-green glow, illuminated by a single flickering gas lamp casting jagged, distorted shadows that writhe violently across the icy, cracked cobblestones. In the foreground stands a tall, unnervingly pristine figure in a sharply tailored black suit, their pale hands encased in crisp white gloves, one hand adjusting a cufflink with cold, surgical precision. Their face is a disturbingly flawless porcelain mask, unnaturally symmetrical, with a chillingly practiced smile that radiates no warmth, their hollow black void eyes absorbing all light, exuding an eerie, predatory calmness. Behind them, a crumbling brick wall is smeared with frantic, blood-red pleas screaming 'HE SEES EVERYTHING HE'S SICK' in bold, jagged letters, the words etched with such desperate intensity that they seem to pulse with a raw, anguished energy, dripping with a grotesque, oozing texture that melts into the wall in an overwhelmingly surreal distortion, each letter radiating a haunting, crimson glow as if the wall itself is bleeding in terror. In the distance, shadowy silhouettes of broken families melt into highly intensified fractal-like patterns of despair, their faces twisted in betrayal, barely visible through the fog, their forms dissolving into extreme psychedelic swirls of anguish. The figure’s shadow stretches unnaturally long across the ground, its edges curling like sinister, writhing tendrils that pulse with a hypnotic, overwhelmingly nightmarish rhythm, whispering into the minds of the suffering. The atmosphere is oppressively heavy, drenched in a palpable, unspoken threat, as if this soulless being can unravel your very existence without ever feeling a thing.
Prompt: A hauntingly desolate, frostbitten street at midnight, cloaked in a dense, suffocating fog with an unnatural, sickly blue-green glow, illuminated by a single flickering gas lamp casting jagged, distorted shadows that writhe violently across the icy, cracked cobblestones. In the foreground stands a tall, unnervingly pristine figure in a sharply tailored black suit, their pale hands encased in crisp white gloves, one hand adjusting a cufflink with cold, surgical precision. Their face is a disturbingly flawless porcelain mask, unnaturally symmetrical, with a chillingly practiced smile that radiates no warmth, their hollow black void eyes absorbing all light, exuding an eerie, predatory calmness. Behind them, a crumbling brick wall is smeared with frantic, blood-red pleas screaming 'HE SEES EVERYTHING HE'S SICK' in bold, jagged letters, the words etched with such desperate intensity that they seem to pulse with a raw, anguished energy, dripping with a grotesque, oozing texture that melts into the wall in an overwhelmingly surreal distortion, each letter radiating a haunting, crimson glow as if the wall itself is bleeding in terror. In the distance, shadowy silhouettes of broken families melt into highly intensified fractal-like patterns of despair, their faces twisted in betrayal, barely visible through the fog, their forms dissolving into extreme psychedelic swirls of anguish. The figure’s shadow stretches unnaturally long across the ground, its edges curling like sinister, writhing tendrils that pulse with a hypnotic, overwhelmingly nightmarish rhythm, whispering into the minds of the suffering. The atmosphere is oppressively heavy, drenched in a palpable, unspoken threat, as if this soulless being can unravel your very existence without ever feeling a thing.
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Prompt:
A hauntingly desolate, frostbitten street at midnight, cloaked in a dense, suffocating fog with an unnatural, sickly blue-green glow, illuminated by a single flickering gas lamp casting jagged, distorted shadows that writhe violently across the icy, cracked cobblestones. In the foreground stands a tall, unnervingly pristine figure in a sharply tailored black suit, their pale hands encased in crisp white gloves, one hand adjusting a cufflink with cold, surgical precision. Their face is a disturbingly flawless porcelain mask, unnaturally symmetrical, with a chillingly practiced smile that radiates no warmth, their hollow black void eyes absorbing all light, exuding an eerie, predatory calmness. Behind them, a crumbling brick wall is smeared with frantic, blood-red pleas screaming 'HE SEES EVERYTHING HE'S SICK' in bold, jagged letters, the words etched with such desperate intensity that they seem to pulse with a raw, anguished energy, dripping with a grotesque, oozing texture that melts into the wall in an overwhelmingly surreal distortion, each letter radiating a haunting, crimson glow as if the wall itself is bleeding in terror. In the distance, shadowy silhouettes of broken families melt into highly intensified fractal-like patterns of despair, their faces twisted in betrayal, barely visible through the fog, their forms dissolving into extreme psychedelic swirls of anguish. The figure’s shadow stretches unnaturally long across the ground, its edges curling like sinister, writhing tendrils that pulse with a hypnotic, overwhelmingly nightmarish rhythm, whispering into the minds of the suffering. The atmosphere is oppressively heavy, drenched in a palpable, unspoken threat, as if this soulless being can unravel your very existence without ever feeling a thing.
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Sinister
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junji ito
glowing
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gothic horror
melting oil on canvas
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cinematic lighting
high detail
psychedelic nightmare
More about Essence of Sociopathy 01
A sinister figure in a suit stands in a foggy alley, illuminated by a streetlamp. The ominous text, "He sees wherything, he's sick," adds to the eerie atmosphere. It is supposed to read, "He sees everything, he's sick"
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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