Prompt: Beneath the veil of starless nights,
In the womb of the weeping earth,
Lies the realm of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows converge in cursed mirth.
A land where silent screams echo,
Through the halls of twisted trees,
Roots entangled in the bones of time,
Whisper secrets with the chilling breeze.
The sky bleeds in hues of despair,
Darkness swallows each shred of light,
Phantoms dance in the despairing air,
Crafting nightmares that haunt the night.
Eyes that gaze from the void unseen,
With whispers of madness so profound,
Where the lost hopes of yesteryears,
Lie buried in the unhallowed ground.
A place where joy is but a myth,
And sorrow flows like a river wide,
Each tear tells a tale of woe,
In the depths where all dreams have died.
Prompt: Beneath the veil of starless nights,
In the womb of the weeping earth,
Lies the realm of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows converge in cursed mirth.
A land where silent screams echo,
Through the halls of twisted trees,
Roots entangled in the bones of time,
Whisper secrets with the chilling breeze.
The sky bleeds in hues of despair,
Darkness swallows each shred of light,
Phantoms dance in the despairing air,
Crafting nightmares that haunt the night.
Eyes that gaze from the void unseen,
With whispers of madness so profound,
Where the lost hopes of yesteryears,
Lie buried in the unhallowed ground.
A place where joy is but a myth,
And sorrow flows like a river wide,
Each tear tells a tale of woe,
In the depths where all dreams have died.
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Prompt:
Beneath the veil of starless nights,
In the womb of the weeping earth,
Lies the realm of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows converge in cursed mirth.
A land where silent screams echo,
Through the halls of twisted trees,
Roots entangled in the bones of time,
Whisper secrets with the chilling breeze.
The sky bleeds in hues of despair,
Darkness swallows each shred of light,
Phantoms dance in the despairing air,
Crafting nightmares that haunt the night.
Eyes that gaze from the void unseen,
With whispers of madness so profound,
Where the lost hopes of yesteryears,
Lie buried in the unhallowed ground.
A place where joy is but a myth,
And sorrow flows like a river wide,
Each tear tells a tale of woe,
In the depths where all dreams have died.
More about Mystic Forest Whisperer
A cloaked figure stands among snow-covered, twisting trees shrouded in mist, creating an eerie, mystical atmosphere.
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.