Prompt: In the twilight’s embrace, where shadows linger, A solitary crow perches on a gnarled branch, Its obsidian feathers unruly, like ink spilled Across the parchment of the fading sky.
The air is heavy with secrets, whispered By the ancient oaks that stand sentinel, Their bark etched with tales of forgotten wars, Roots delving deep into the earth’s memory.
Beneath the moon’s watchful eye, a river Meanders through the heart of the forest, Its waters a mirror for the stars above, Reflecting constellations and lost dreams.
And there, amidst the ferns and moss, A fox treads lightly, its russet coat A patchwork of twilight and earth, Eyes gleaming with hunger and cunning.
The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves Hangs thick, a melancholy perfume, As if the forest itself mourns the passing Of time, the fading echoes of forgotten songs.
Prompt: In the twilight’s embrace, where shadows linger, A solitary crow perches on a gnarled branch, Its obsidian feathers unruly, like ink spilled Across the parchment of the fading sky.
The air is heavy with secrets, whispered By the ancient oaks that stand sentinel, Their bark etched with tales of forgotten wars, Roots delving deep into the earth’s memory.
Beneath the moon’s watchful eye, a river Meanders through the heart of the forest, Its waters a mirror for the stars above, Reflecting constellations and lost dreams.
And there, amidst the ferns and moss, A fox treads lightly, its russet coat A patchwork of twilight and earth, Eyes gleaming with hunger and cunning.
The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves Hangs thick, a melancholy perfume, As if the forest itself mourns the passing Of time, the fading echoes of forgotten songs.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
In the twilight’s embrace, where shadows linger, A solitary crow perches on a gnarled branch, Its obsidian feathers unruly, like ink spilled Across the parchment of the fading sky.
The air is heavy with secrets, whispered By the ancient oaks that stand sentinel, Their bark etched with tales of forgotten wars, Roots delving deep into the earth’s memory.
Beneath the moon’s watchful eye, a river Meanders through the heart of the forest, Its waters a mirror for the stars above, Reflecting constellations and lost dreams.
And there, amidst the ferns and moss, A fox treads lightly, its russet coat A patchwork of twilight and earth, Eyes gleaming with hunger and cunning.
The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves Hangs thick, a melancholy perfume, As if the forest itself mourns the passing Of time, the fading echoes of forgotten songs.
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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