Prompt: The image feels like a still from a fever dream — a porcelain-skinned woman caught mid-sip from a teacup that bears an insignia of something imperial, perhaps even funereal. Her eyes are wide and hollow, almost too large for her face, as if she’s been frozen in the act of politeness for far too long. The silver tones of the scene bleed together, blurring flesh with metal; it’s unclear where the woman ends and the setting begins.
In her other hand, she holds a dish crowned with a tiny figurine of a queen or angel — a mockery of devotion, an idol of control. The architectural background feels suffocating, heavy with ornate geometry that traps her in its design. Every detail — the slick sheen of her arm, the faint cracks on her face, the dead shine of her eyes — suggests she is both servant and statue, locked in ritual, forever offering tea to no one.
It’s a portrait of civility turned grotesque — the tea ceremony of a soul who’s forgotten how to feel.
Prompt: The image feels like a still from a fever dream — a porcelain-skinned woman caught mid-sip from a teacup that bears an insignia of something imperial, perhaps even funereal. Her eyes are wide and hollow, almost too large for her face, as if she’s been frozen in the act of politeness for far too long. The silver tones of the scene bleed together, blurring flesh with metal; it’s unclear where the woman ends and the setting begins.
In her other hand, she holds a dish crowned with a tiny figurine of a queen or angel — a mockery of devotion, an idol of control. The architectural background feels suffocating, heavy with ornate geometry that traps her in its design. Every detail — the slick sheen of her arm, the faint cracks on her face, the dead shine of her eyes — suggests she is both servant and statue, locked in ritual, forever offering tea to no one.
It’s a portrait of civility turned grotesque — the tea ceremony of a soul who’s forgotten how to feel.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
The image feels like a still from a fever dream — a porcelain-skinned woman caught mid-sip from a teacup that bears an insignia of something imperial, perhaps even funereal. Her eyes are wide and hollow, almost too large for her face, as if she’s been frozen in the act of politeness for far too long. The silver tones of the scene bleed together, blurring flesh with metal; it’s unclear where the woman ends and the setting begins.
In her other hand, she holds a dish crowned with a tiny figurine of a queen or angel — a mockery of devotion, an idol of control. The architectural background feels suffocating, heavy with ornate geometry that traps her in its design. Every detail — the slick sheen of her arm, the faint cracks on her face, the dead shine of her eyes — suggests she is both servant and statue, locked in ritual, forever offering tea to no one.
It’s a portrait of civility turned grotesque — the tea ceremony of a soul who’s forgotten how to feel.
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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