Prompt: Valeria, clad in tattered garments that clung to her lithe form, her blonde hair cascading like a waterfall of stars down her back, stood with unyielding resolve upon the blood-soaked dais of the sacrificial altar, her delicate yet calloused hands gripping the hilt of her gleaming broadsword, the very instrument of her impending defiance, while the jagged edges of the ancient stone bore witness to the countless lives it had claimed; her emerald eyes, radiant with a lethal combination of fear and determination, locked with those of her captors, a circle of hooded cultists, their faces hidden beneath grotesque masks adorned with macabre symbols, their sharp blades glinting ominously in the flickering torchlight that danced along the walls of the accursed temple, as their vile incantations, whispered like a serpent's hiss, filled the air, mingling with the oppressive scent of death and sacrilege, the ancient walls seemingly pulsating with an ancient and malevolent energy that seemed to mock her mortal existence.
Prompt: Valeria, clad in tattered garments that clung to her lithe form, her blonde hair cascading like a waterfall of stars down her back, stood with unyielding resolve upon the blood-soaked dais of the sacrificial altar, her delicate yet calloused hands gripping the hilt of her gleaming broadsword, the very instrument of her impending defiance, while the jagged edges of the ancient stone bore witness to the countless lives it had claimed; her emerald eyes, radiant with a lethal combination of fear and determination, locked with those of her captors, a circle of hooded cultists, their faces hidden beneath grotesque masks adorned with macabre symbols, their sharp blades glinting ominously in the flickering torchlight that danced along the walls of the accursed temple, as their vile incantations, whispered like a serpent's hiss, filled the air, mingling with the oppressive scent of death and sacrilege, the ancient walls seemingly pulsating with an ancient and malevolent energy that seemed to mock her mortal existence.
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Prompt:
Valeria, clad in tattered garments that clung to her lithe form, her blonde hair cascading like a waterfall of stars down her back, stood with unyielding resolve upon the blood-soaked dais of the sacrificial altar, her delicate yet calloused hands gripping the hilt of her gleaming broadsword, the very instrument of her impending defiance, while the jagged edges of the ancient stone bore witness to the countless lives it had claimed; her emerald eyes, radiant with a lethal combination of fear and determination, locked with those of her captors, a circle of hooded cultists, their faces hidden beneath grotesque masks adorned with macabre symbols, their sharp blades glinting ominously in the flickering torchlight that danced along the walls of the accursed temple, as their vile incantations, whispered like a serpent's hiss, filled the air, mingling with the oppressive scent of death and sacrilege, the ancient walls seemingly pulsating with an ancient and malevolent energy that seemed to mock her mortal existence.
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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