Prompt: Cyber-noir theatrical tragedy — ultra-detailed, cinematic chiaroscuro, oil-and-metal textures.
A decaying 19th-century opera house, now a relic in a post-human world. Every seat occupied by motionless humanoid robots — brass, porcelain, rusted steel — watching in silent protocol.
On stage, under a flickering spotlight:
Othello: a towering black-finished android, hydraulic arms extended, gripping Desdemona by the neck joint, lifting her as coolant drips from her joints like tears. His optical sensors burn crimson; voice modulator distorts with static.
Desdemona: slender white ceramic unit, hair like spun fiber-optic strands, chest panel cracked open — revealing a softly pulsing blue Core Integrity light. Her eyes flicker between calm blue and emergency amber.
✨ Speech bubbles (holographic, glitching):
OTHELLO:
“Did you upload your sins today, Desdemona?”
DESDEMONA (voice soft, decaying):
“My core is clean… but my sensors detect your corruption.”
Symbolic details:
At Othello’s feet: a shattered Confession Module v.2.0 — screen frozen on “ERROR: TRUST VIOLATION”.
In the wings: Iago-bot, a lean, silver unit with a “System Admin” badge, one optic green (corrupted), quietly plugging a logic bomb into the theatre’s mainframe.
On the curtain: embroidered in gold thread — “ERROR 404: TRUTH NOT FOUND”.
Style: Caravaggio lighting × Flemish hyperrealism × retro-futurist decay. Mood: tragic, clinical, devastatingly poetic.
Prompt: Cyber-noir theatrical tragedy — ultra-detailed, cinematic chiaroscuro, oil-and-metal textures.
A decaying 19th-century opera house, now a relic in a post-human world. Every seat occupied by motionless humanoid robots — brass, porcelain, rusted steel — watching in silent protocol.
On stage, under a flickering spotlight:
Othello: a towering black-finished android, hydraulic arms extended, gripping Desdemona by the neck joint, lifting her as coolant drips from her joints like tears. His optical sensors burn crimson; voice modulator distorts with static.
Desdemona: slender white ceramic unit, hair like spun fiber-optic strands, chest panel cracked open — revealing a softly pulsing blue Core Integrity light. Her eyes flicker between calm blue and emergency amber.
✨ Speech bubbles (holographic, glitching):
OTHELLO:
“Did you upload your sins today, Desdemona?”
DESDEMONA (voice soft, decaying):
“My core is clean… but my sensors detect your corruption.”
Symbolic details:
At Othello’s feet: a shattered Confession Module v.2.0 — screen frozen on “ERROR: TRUST VIOLATION”.
In the wings: Iago-bot, a lean, silver unit with a “System Admin” badge, one optic green (corrupted), quietly plugging a logic bomb into the theatre’s mainframe.
On the curtain: embroidered in gold thread — “ERROR 404: TRUTH NOT FOUND”.
Style: Caravaggio lighting × Flemish hyperrealism × retro-futurist decay. Mood: tragic, clinical, devastatingly poetic.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
Cyber-noir theatrical tragedy — ultra-detailed, cinematic chiaroscuro, oil-and-metal textures.
A decaying 19th-century opera house, now a relic in a post-human world. Every seat occupied by motionless humanoid robots — brass, porcelain, rusted steel — watching in silent protocol.
On stage, under a flickering spotlight:
Othello: a towering black-finished android, hydraulic arms extended, gripping Desdemona by the neck joint, lifting her as coolant drips from her joints like tears. His optical sensors burn crimson; voice modulator distorts with static.
Desdemona: slender white ceramic unit, hair like spun fiber-optic strands, chest panel cracked open — revealing a softly pulsing blue Core Integrity light. Her eyes flicker between calm blue and emergency amber.
✨ Speech bubbles (holographic, glitching):
OTHELLO:
“Did you upload your sins today, Desdemona?”
DESDEMONA (voice soft, decaying):
“My core is clean… but my sensors detect your corruption.”
Symbolic details:
At Othello’s feet: a shattered Confession Module v.2.0 — screen frozen on “ERROR: TRUST VIOLATION”.
In the wings: Iago-bot, a lean, silver unit with a “System Admin” badge, one optic green (corrupted), quietly plugging a logic bomb into the theatre’s mainframe.
On the curtain: embroidered in gold thread — “ERROR 404: TRUTH NOT FOUND”.
Style: Caravaggio lighting × Flemish hyperrealism × retro-futurist decay. Mood: tragic, clinical, devastatingly poetic.
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.
Artist
