Prompt: In the depths of a mystical realm, behold the aged visage of a fantasy witch, her countenance weathered by the passage of centuries. Her skin, textured like the bark of ancient trees, bears the hues of a swampy morass, suffused with hints of sickly green. Deep within the crevices of her face lie eyes of yellowed gold, sunken beneath heavy lids that droop with the weight of arcane wisdom. Sparse strands of white hair, long and unkempt, cascade haphazardly around her face and hood, framing features twisted by the passage of time.
Her nose, prominent and crooked, casts a shadow over her wide, gaping mouth, revealing irregular teeth stained with the passage of countless ages. Behind the facade of wrinkles and age, her expression hints at an intensity born of ancient knowledge or perhaps a malevolence yet unseen. Enshrouded in a tattered, dark gray hood, its fabric worn thin by the ravages of time, intricate patterns whisper of forgotten origins, hinting at the depths of her power.
Bony fingers, gnarled and twisted like the roots of gnarled trees, extend toward the viewer, their swollen knuckles testament to the wielder of untold magic. Elongated nails, caked with dirt and grime, speak of a life spent delving into the darkest corners of existence. In one hand, she holds a simple bowl, its contents smoldering with an otherworldly fire, wisps of smoke curling upwards like serpents dancing in the gloom.
Behind her, the background fades into a blur of indistinct shapes, suggesting the depths of a dimly lit cave or the shadows of a murky forest. Here, where light struggles to penetrate the veil of darkness, the witch's presence looms large, her aura suffusing the air with an aura of ancient mystery and forbidden knowledge.
Prompt: In the depths of a mystical realm, behold the aged visage of a fantasy witch, her countenance weathered by the passage of centuries. Her skin, textured like the bark of ancient trees, bears the hues of a swampy morass, suffused with hints of sickly green. Deep within the crevices of her face lie eyes of yellowed gold, sunken beneath heavy lids that droop with the weight of arcane wisdom. Sparse strands of white hair, long and unkempt, cascade haphazardly around her face and hood, framing features twisted by the passage of time.
Her nose, prominent and crooked, casts a shadow over her wide, gaping mouth, revealing irregular teeth stained with the passage of countless ages. Behind the facade of wrinkles and age, her expression hints at an intensity born of ancient knowledge or perhaps a malevolence yet unseen. Enshrouded in a tattered, dark gray hood, its fabric worn thin by the ravages of time, intricate patterns whisper of forgotten origins, hinting at the depths of her power.
Bony fingers, gnarled and twisted like the roots of gnarled trees, extend toward the viewer, their swollen knuckles testament to the wielder of untold magic. Elongated nails, caked with dirt and grime, speak of a life spent delving into the darkest corners of existence. In one hand, she holds a simple bowl, its contents smoldering with an otherworldly fire, wisps of smoke curling upwards like serpents dancing in the gloom.
Behind her, the background fades into a blur of indistinct shapes, suggesting the depths of a dimly lit cave or the shadows of a murky forest. Here, where light struggles to penetrate the veil of darkness, the witch's presence looms large, her aura suffusing the air with an aura of ancient mystery and forbidden knowledge.
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Prompt:
In the depths of a mystical realm, behold the aged visage of a fantasy witch, her countenance weathered by the passage of centuries. Her skin, textured like the bark of ancient trees, bears the hues of a swampy morass, suffused with hints of sickly green. Deep within the crevices of her face lie eyes of yellowed gold, sunken beneath heavy lids that droop with the weight of arcane wisdom. Sparse strands of white hair, long and unkempt, cascade haphazardly around her face and hood, framing features twisted by the passage of time.
Her nose, prominent and crooked, casts a shadow over her wide, gaping mouth, revealing irregular teeth stained with the passage of countless ages. Behind the facade of wrinkles and age, her expression hints at an intensity born of ancient knowledge or perhaps a malevolence yet unseen. Enshrouded in a tattered, dark gray hood, its fabric worn thin by the ravages of time, intricate patterns whisper of forgotten origins, hinting at the depths of her power.
Bony fingers, gnarled and twisted like the roots of gnarled trees, extend toward the viewer, their swollen knuckles testament to the wielder of untold magic. Elongated nails, caked with dirt and grime, speak of a life spent delving into the darkest corners of existence. In one hand, she holds a simple bowl, its contents smoldering with an otherworldly fire, wisps of smoke curling upwards like serpents dancing in the gloom.
Behind her, the background fades into a blur of indistinct shapes, suggesting the depths of a dimly lit cave or the shadows of a murky forest. Here, where light struggles to penetrate the veil of darkness, the witch's presence looms large, her aura suffusing the air with an aura of ancient mystery and forbidden knowledge.
Modifiers:
fantasy
intricate
award winning
imperial colors
hyperrealistic
ultra detailed
high definition
crisp quality
hdr
cinematic postprocessing
Boris Vallejo
Luis Roya
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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