Prompt: conjure a vivid and hauntingly evocative tableau—a visual testament to the demise of a forsaken and utterly shattered village. This desolate scene resonates with the echoes of a forgotten past, where only three structures stand amidst the eerie stillness, holding onto fragments of their former splendor. The dominant colors are grey and silver
Among these ruins, there's a weathered food caravan—a relic that whispers tales of bustling trade that once flourished here. Its faded paint and rusted edges bear witness to the passage of time. Nearby, a partially collapsed forge, worn by countless hours of craftsmanship, stands as a fragmented monument to a once-thriving trade. And then, a small and feeble dilapidated house, battered by the unforgiving hands of nature, clings precariously to existence, its walls etched with the scars of eras long gone.
The village, ensnared in the suffocating grip of abandonment, finds itself swallowed by a surreal and haunting landscape. Ashen sand, its silver hue glinting eerily under a ghostly moonlight, stretches as far as the eye can see.
Prompt: conjure a vivid and hauntingly evocative tableau—a visual testament to the demise of a forsaken and utterly shattered village. This desolate scene resonates with the echoes of a forgotten past, where only three structures stand amidst the eerie stillness, holding onto fragments of their former splendor. The dominant colors are grey and silver
Among these ruins, there's a weathered food caravan—a relic that whispers tales of bustling trade that once flourished here. Its faded paint and rusted edges bear witness to the passage of time. Nearby, a partially collapsed forge, worn by countless hours of craftsmanship, stands as a fragmented monument to a once-thriving trade. And then, a small and feeble dilapidated house, battered by the unforgiving hands of nature, clings precariously to existence, its walls etched with the scars of eras long gone.
The village, ensnared in the suffocating grip of abandonment, finds itself swallowed by a surreal and haunting landscape. Ashen sand, its silver hue glinting eerily under a ghostly moonlight, stretches as far as the eye can see.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
conjure a vivid and hauntingly evocative tableau—a visual testament to the demise of a forsaken and utterly shattered village. This desolate scene resonates with the echoes of a forgotten past, where only three structures stand amidst the eerie stillness, holding onto fragments of their former splendor. The dominant colors are grey and silver
Among these ruins, there's a weathered food caravan—a relic that whispers tales of bustling trade that once flourished here. Its faded paint and rusted edges bear witness to the passage of time. Nearby, a partially collapsed forge, worn by countless hours of craftsmanship, stands as a fragmented monument to a once-thriving trade. And then, a small and feeble dilapidated house, battered by the unforgiving hands of nature, clings precariously to existence, its walls etched with the scars of eras long gone.
The village, ensnared in the suffocating grip of abandonment, finds itself swallowed by a surreal and haunting landscape. Ashen sand, its silver hue glinting eerily under a ghostly moonlight, stretches as far as the eye can see.
Prompt: "conjure a vivid and hauntingly evocative tableau—a visual testament to the demise of a forsaken and utterly shattered village. This desolate scene resonates with the echoes of a forgotten past, where only three structures stand amidst the eerie stillness, holding onto fragments of their former splendor.
Among these ruins, there's a weathered food caravan—a relic that whispers tales of bustling trade that once flourished here. Its faded paint and rusted edges bear witness to the passage of time. Nearby, a partially collapsed forge, worn by countless hours of craftsmanship, stands as a fragmented monument to a once-thriving trade. And then, a small and feeble dilapidated house, battered by the unforgiving hands of nature, clings precariously to existence, its walls etched with the scars of eras long gone.
The village, ensnared in the suffocating grip of abandonment, finds itself swallowed by a surreal and haunting landscape. Ashen sand, its silver hue glinting eerily under a ghostly moonlight, stretches as far as the eye can see. This land, seemingly painted by the winds of desolation, resonates with a sense of eerie beauty that chills the soul."
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.
Artist