Prompt: An ancient, half-destroyed floating city drifts above a glowing ocean that remembers every age that came before. The skyline is a graveyard of clockwork towers and rusted bridges — once powered by celestial engines that sang to the stars, now silent except for the wind humming through their gears. Beneath, through the shimmering depths, the ocean floor reveals the ruins of a drowned civilization: coral-encrusted temples, giant statues of forgotten gods, and luminous schools of fish weaving between metallic bones.
High above, in the collapsing heavens, The Cosmic Dancers — twin beings of light and shadow — waltz upon the void, their movements scattering galaxies like sparks. Their dance gives birth to suns and destroys worlds in the same motion. Each step they take reverberates through time, sending waves of creation crashing into the sea below.
Far on the horizon, colossal astral entities — the first gods born from dying stars — descend slowly, their bodies made of nebula and lightning, shaping what remains of the planet with their hands of cosmic fire. The last human stands on the edge of a crumbling tower, holding a tiny ember of light — the final memory of civilization — watching as heaven and ocean merge into one radiant apocalypse.
The color palette: deep indigo, molten gold, rusted crimson, and bioluminescent teal. The atmosphere: both divine and tragic. Visual style: cinematic realism mixed with mythic surrealism, ultra-detailed textures, wide-angle lens, volumetric lighting, celestial dust in motion.
Mood: The end and beginning of everything.
Prompt: An ancient, half-destroyed floating city drifts above a glowing ocean that remembers every age that came before. The skyline is a graveyard of clockwork towers and rusted bridges — once powered by celestial engines that sang to the stars, now silent except for the wind humming through their gears. Beneath, through the shimmering depths, the ocean floor reveals the ruins of a drowned civilization: coral-encrusted temples, giant statues of forgotten gods, and luminous schools of fish weaving between metallic bones.
High above, in the collapsing heavens, The Cosmic Dancers — twin beings of light and shadow — waltz upon the void, their movements scattering galaxies like sparks. Their dance gives birth to suns and destroys worlds in the same motion. Each step they take reverberates through time, sending waves of creation crashing into the sea below.
Far on the horizon, colossal astral entities — the first gods born from dying stars — descend slowly, their bodies made of nebula and lightning, shaping what remains of the planet with their hands of cosmic fire. The last human stands on the edge of a crumbling tower, holding a tiny ember of light — the final memory of civilization — watching as heaven and ocean merge into one radiant apocalypse.
The color palette: deep indigo, molten gold, rusted crimson, and bioluminescent teal. The atmosphere: both divine and tragic. Visual style: cinematic realism mixed with mythic surrealism, ultra-detailed textures, wide-angle lens, volumetric lighting, celestial dust in motion.
Mood: The end and beginning of everything.
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Prompt:
An ancient, half-destroyed floating city drifts above a glowing ocean that remembers every age that came before. The skyline is a graveyard of clockwork towers and rusted bridges — once powered by celestial engines that sang to the stars, now silent except for the wind humming through their gears. Beneath, through the shimmering depths, the ocean floor reveals the ruins of a drowned civilization: coral-encrusted temples, giant statues of forgotten gods, and luminous schools of fish weaving between metallic bones.
High above, in the collapsing heavens, The Cosmic Dancers — twin beings of light and shadow — waltz upon the void, their movements scattering galaxies like sparks. Their dance gives birth to suns and destroys worlds in the same motion. Each step they take reverberates through time, sending waves of creation crashing into the sea below.
Far on the horizon, colossal astral entities — the first gods born from dying stars — descend slowly, their bodies made of nebula and lightning, shaping what remains of the planet with their hands of cosmic fire. The last human stands on the edge of a crumbling tower, holding a tiny ember of light — the final memory of civilization — watching as heaven and ocean merge into one radiant apocalypse.
The color palette: deep indigo, molten gold, rusted crimson, and bioluminescent teal. The atmosphere: both divine and tragic. Visual style: cinematic realism mixed with mythic surrealism, ultra-detailed textures, wide-angle lens, volumetric lighting, celestial dust in motion.
Mood: The end and beginning of everything.
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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