Prompt: The trees stand barren and lifeless, their skeletal branches devoid of leaves, as if mourning their own existence. The leaves that once were, are now but forgotten whispers, crumpled and brown, indistinguishable from the barren earth they rest upon.
The sun, a muted disc of ashen gray, hovers listlessly at its zenith, barely illuminating the overcast sky. The palette is a dreary monotone, as if the world has been drained of its color, leaving only shades of gray in its wake. The water below is a murky abyss, unresponsive to the sun's feeble light, its surface disturbed by the occasional ripple, as if sighing in discontent.
In the foreground, rocks lie scattered, their jagged edges evoking a sense of desolation. Patches of withered grass cling stubbornly to the earth, their vitality sapped, offering no reprieve from the bleakness that engulfs the scene. Even the lilac plants, once soft and inviting, now appear as dull, faded imitations of their former selves, stripped of their ethereal quality. Ah, the stark desolation captured here is so vividly disheartening that it sears itself into my soul, a permanent reminder of nature's darker moods.
Prompt: The trees stand barren and lifeless, their skeletal branches devoid of leaves, as if mourning their own existence. The leaves that once were, are now but forgotten whispers, crumpled and brown, indistinguishable from the barren earth they rest upon.
The sun, a muted disc of ashen gray, hovers listlessly at its zenith, barely illuminating the overcast sky. The palette is a dreary monotone, as if the world has been drained of its color, leaving only shades of gray in its wake. The water below is a murky abyss, unresponsive to the sun's feeble light, its surface disturbed by the occasional ripple, as if sighing in discontent.
In the foreground, rocks lie scattered, their jagged edges evoking a sense of desolation. Patches of withered grass cling stubbornly to the earth, their vitality sapped, offering no reprieve from the bleakness that engulfs the scene. Even the lilac plants, once soft and inviting, now appear as dull, faded imitations of their former selves, stripped of their ethereal quality. Ah, the stark desolation captured here is so vividly disheartening that it sears itself into my soul, a permanent reminder of nature's darker moods.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
The trees stand barren and lifeless, their skeletal branches devoid of leaves, as if mourning their own existence. The leaves that once were, are now but forgotten whispers, crumpled and brown, indistinguishable from the barren earth they rest upon.
The sun, a muted disc of ashen gray, hovers listlessly at its zenith, barely illuminating the overcast sky. The palette is a dreary monotone, as if the world has been drained of its color, leaving only shades of gray in its wake. The water below is a murky abyss, unresponsive to the sun's feeble light, its surface disturbed by the occasional ripple, as if sighing in discontent.
In the foreground, rocks lie scattered, their jagged edges evoking a sense of desolation. Patches of withered grass cling stubbornly to the earth, their vitality sapped, offering no reprieve from the bleakness that engulfs the scene. Even the lilac plants, once soft and inviting, now appear as dull, faded imitations of their former selves, stripped of their ethereal quality. Ah, the stark desolation captured here is so vividly disheartening that it sears itself into my soul, a permanent reminder of nature's darker moods.
Started from image:
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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