Prompt: We are all eternal, all this world is just an illusion. In a dynamic moonlit, crooked, ancient forest sketched in the style of Edward Gorey and Vania Zouravliov, a delicate Black gothic, and dim, marionette stands at the edge of a moss-covered stage carved into the roots of a hollow tree. Her skin is a smooth, deep bronze with golden undertones, the sheen of polished wood layered with faint cracks and carved symbols and Celtic tattoos as scrolls, she holds an orb with a delicate bloom, ancient and black petals, tiny inside. Her limbs move with quiet grace, connected by fine silver strings that trail up into the mist. Her gown is made of frayed velvet and torn brocade, plum, indigo, and ash, cinched at the waist with strands of tarnished wire. Her hair is coiled into elaborate natural plaits, partially tied with faded ribbons, and her painted mask shows a evil knowing eye and a smirk carved deep into her ancient wooden lips. Around her, other abandoned puppets lie collapsed in shadow, faceless and forgotten. The forest breathes with her, trees bowed inward, branches forming twisted cathedral arches. The atmosphere hums with sorrow and strength, part funeral, part ritual. The whole scene evokes the haunting beauty of a forgotten fairytale where the survivor does not break, she contorts, and controls the strings now.
Prompt: We are all eternal, all this world is just an illusion. In a dynamic moonlit, crooked, ancient forest sketched in the style of Edward Gorey and Vania Zouravliov, a delicate Black gothic, and dim, marionette stands at the edge of a moss-covered stage carved into the roots of a hollow tree. Her skin is a smooth, deep bronze with golden undertones, the sheen of polished wood layered with faint cracks and carved symbols and Celtic tattoos as scrolls, she holds an orb with a delicate bloom, ancient and black petals, tiny inside. Her limbs move with quiet grace, connected by fine silver strings that trail up into the mist. Her gown is made of frayed velvet and torn brocade, plum, indigo, and ash, cinched at the waist with strands of tarnished wire. Her hair is coiled into elaborate natural plaits, partially tied with faded ribbons, and her painted mask shows a evil knowing eye and a smirk carved deep into her ancient wooden lips. Around her, other abandoned puppets lie collapsed in shadow, faceless and forgotten. The forest breathes with her, trees bowed inward, branches forming twisted cathedral arches. The atmosphere hums with sorrow and strength, part funeral, part ritual. The whole scene evokes the haunting beauty of a forgotten fairytale where the survivor does not break, she contorts, and controls the strings now.
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We are all eternal, all this world is just an illusion. In a dynamic moonlit, crooked, ancient forest sketched in the style of Edward Gorey and Vania Zouravliov, a delicate Black gothic, and dim, marionette stands at the edge of a moss-covered stage carved into the roots of a hollow tree. Her skin is a smooth, deep bronze with golden undertones, the sheen of polished wood layered with faint cracks and carved symbols and Celtic tattoos as scrolls, she holds an orb with a delicate bloom, ancient and black petals, tiny inside. Her limbs move with quiet grace, connected by fine silver strings that trail up into the mist. Her gown is made of frayed velvet and torn brocade, plum, indigo, and ash, cinched at the waist with strands of tarnished wire. Her hair is coiled into elaborate natural plaits, partially tied with faded ribbons, and her painted mask shows a evil knowing eye and a smirk carved deep into her ancient wooden lips. Around her, other abandoned puppets lie collapsed in shadow, faceless and forgotten. The forest breathes with her, trees bowed inward, branches forming twisted cathedral arches. The atmosphere hums with sorrow and strength, part funeral, part ritual. The whole scene evokes the haunting beauty of a forgotten fairytale where the survivor does not break, she contorts, and controls the strings now.
Prompt: "We are all eternal, all this pain is just an illusion. In a moonlit, crooked, ancient forest sketched in the style of Edward Gorey and Vania Zouravliov, a delicate Black gothic, and dim, marionette stands at the edge of a moss-covered stage carved into the roots of a hollow tree. Her skin is a smooth, deep bronze with golden undertones, the sheen of polished wood layered with faint cracks and carved symbols. Her limbs move with quiet grace, connected by fine silver strings that trail up into the mist. Her gown is made of frayed velvet and torn brocade, plum, indigo, and ash, cinched at the waist with strands of tarnished wire. Her hair is coiled into elaborate natural plaits, partially tied with faded ribbons, and her painted mask shows a evil knowing eye and a smirk carved deep into her ancient wooden lips. Around her, other abandoned puppets lie collapsed in shadow, faceless and forgotten. The forest breathes with her, trees bowed inward, branches forming twisted cathedral arches. The atmosphere hums with sorrow and strength, part funeral, part ritual. The whole scene evokes the haunting beauty of a forgotten fairytale where the survivor does not break, she bends, and controls the strings now."
More about Whispers in a Forbidden Forest
In a surreal monochrome forest, a young girl with long hair sits among twisting tree roots, holding a small creature beside her. The atmosphere is mystical and dreamlike.
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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