Prompt: A hyper-realistic cinematic fantasy scene where white is not emptiness, but presence.
A vast frozen landscape stretches endlessly, sculpted in white stone, snow, and silence. Ancient ruins rise in the distance, partially eroded, their forms softened by frost and time. A monumental, abandoned motorcycle stands half-buried in snow and pale dust, its surface carved with intricate details, frozen mid-journey, a relic of movement and memory.
Beside the motorcycle kneels a pale woman, her form emerging from the same white substance as the world itself. Her skin appears porcelain-like yet alive, veined subtly with light beneath the surface. She touches the machine gently, as if listening to it, as if feeling echoes of a past life still humming within cold metal.
In the foreground, the frozen ground fractures open. From the cracked white surface, a second presence emerges — a luminous, androgynous figure rising slowly from beneath the ice. Their eyes glow softly, not with color but with awareness. Their body is partially formed, dissolving into mist and light, as if consciousness itself is surfacing through the world.
The white environment breathes.
Mist drifts.
Snow moves in slow, deliberate motion.
Light refracts through fog, ice, and skin.
White is everywhere — but layered: warm whites, cold whites, translucent whites, textured whites.
Shadows are subtle, soft, and meaningful.
Nothing is empty.
The scene conveys awakening, grief, remembrance, and rebirth — technology and spirit bound together in silence. White becomes emotion, atmosphere, and meaning, holding all forms gently without erasing them.
Ultra-realistic skin texture, detailed stone and metal surfaces, volumetric fog, soft overexposed light, cinematic composition, deep realism with spiritual undertones, emotional stillness, luminous transcendence.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic cinematic fantasy scene where white is not emptiness, but presence.
A vast frozen landscape stretches endlessly, sculpted in white stone, snow, and silence. Ancient ruins rise in the distance, partially eroded, their forms softened by frost and time. A monumental, abandoned motorcycle stands half-buried in snow and pale dust, its surface carved with intricate details, frozen mid-journey, a relic of movement and memory.
Beside the motorcycle kneels a pale woman, her form emerging from the same white substance as the world itself. Her skin appears porcelain-like yet alive, veined subtly with light beneath the surface. She touches the machine gently, as if listening to it, as if feeling echoes of a past life still humming within cold metal.
In the foreground, the frozen ground fractures open. From the cracked white surface, a second presence emerges — a luminous, androgynous figure rising slowly from beneath the ice. Their eyes glow softly, not with color but with awareness. Their body is partially formed, dissolving into mist and light, as if consciousness itself is surfacing through the world.
The white environment breathes.
Mist drifts.
Snow moves in slow, deliberate motion.
Light refracts through fog, ice, and skin.
White is everywhere — but layered: warm whites, cold whites, translucent whites, textured whites.
Shadows are subtle, soft, and meaningful.
Nothing is empty.
The scene conveys awakening, grief, remembrance, and rebirth — technology and spirit bound together in silence. White becomes emotion, atmosphere, and meaning, holding all forms gently without erasing them.
Ultra-realistic skin texture, detailed stone and metal surfaces, volumetric fog, soft overexposed light, cinematic composition, deep realism with spiritual undertones, emotional stillness, luminous transcendence.
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Prompt:
A hyper-realistic cinematic fantasy scene where white is not emptiness, but presence.
A vast frozen landscape stretches endlessly, sculpted in white stone, snow, and silence. Ancient ruins rise in the distance, partially eroded, their forms softened by frost and time. A monumental, abandoned motorcycle stands half-buried in snow and pale dust, its surface carved with intricate details, frozen mid-journey, a relic of movement and memory.
Beside the motorcycle kneels a pale woman, her form emerging from the same white substance as the world itself. Her skin appears porcelain-like yet alive, veined subtly with light beneath the surface. She touches the machine gently, as if listening to it, as if feeling echoes of a past life still humming within cold metal.
In the foreground, the frozen ground fractures open. From the cracked white surface, a second presence emerges — a luminous, androgynous figure rising slowly from beneath the ice. Their eyes glow softly, not with color but with awareness. Their body is partially formed, dissolving into mist and light, as if consciousness itself is surfacing through the world.
The white environment breathes.
Mist drifts.
Snow moves in slow, deliberate motion.
Light refracts through fog, ice, and skin.
White is everywhere — but layered: warm whites, cold whites, translucent whites, textured whites.
Shadows are subtle, soft, and meaningful.
Nothing is empty.
The scene conveys awakening, grief, remembrance, and rebirth — technology and spirit bound together in silence. White becomes emotion, atmosphere, and meaning, holding all forms gently without erasing them.
Ultra-realistic skin texture, detailed stone and metal surfaces, volumetric fog, soft overexposed light, cinematic composition, deep realism with spiritual undertones, emotional stillness, luminous transcendence.
Modifiers:
ethereal
masterpiece
very attractive
beautiful
Epic
whimsical
Atmospheric
Rembrandt lighting
Crystal clear
inematic fantasy realism
realistic creature
magical particles
cinematic backlight
photorealism + digital fantasy art
intricate hair details
light ethereal art
subsurface scattering, realistic skin texture
More about Awakening in a Frozen Dreamscape
In a vast frozen landscape, a pale woman kneels beside an abandoned motorcycle, both entwined in white. From the cracked ground, a luminous figure emerges, embodying memory and rebirth amidst ethereal beauty.
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
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