Prompt: A mysterious tower rises from the mists of a forgotten landscape, entwined with floating gears and fluttering calendar pages. The walls are made of layered paper, weathered brass, old pocket watches, and threads of time shimmering like spider webs in the wind.
On the highest floor, a circular room with arched windows, sits the Clockmaker—a gracefully aged woman with silver hair, a dark cloak, and steady eyes. Before her on the table: scattered minutes in small jars, threads of memory, a nearly finished clock with a heartbeat inside.
The workshop is crammed with unique time instruments: hourglasses trickling backward, ticking shadows, clocks of compressed light, silent metronomes. Tiny bells hang on the walls, ringing with each new memory gathered.
Through an open window, a raven flies away with a glowing letter in its beak. A warm light source bathes the room in soft gold, making the dust particles dance like tiny planets. A feeling of reverence, patience, and lived time pervades everything—as if the air itself were recalling ancient melodies. Style: Mystical-poetic illustration in the style of Brian Froud & Shaun Tan—rich in detail, dreamy, with delicate hues and surreal textures.
Prompt: A mysterious tower rises from the mists of a forgotten landscape, entwined with floating gears and fluttering calendar pages. The walls are made of layered paper, weathered brass, old pocket watches, and threads of time shimmering like spider webs in the wind.
On the highest floor, a circular room with arched windows, sits the Clockmaker—a gracefully aged woman with silver hair, a dark cloak, and steady eyes. Before her on the table: scattered minutes in small jars, threads of memory, a nearly finished clock with a heartbeat inside.
The workshop is crammed with unique time instruments: hourglasses trickling backward, ticking shadows, clocks of compressed light, silent metronomes. Tiny bells hang on the walls, ringing with each new memory gathered.
Through an open window, a raven flies away with a glowing letter in its beak. A warm light source bathes the room in soft gold, making the dust particles dance like tiny planets. A feeling of reverence, patience, and lived time pervades everything—as if the air itself were recalling ancient melodies. Style: Mystical-poetic illustration in the style of Brian Froud & Shaun Tan—rich in detail, dreamy, with delicate hues and surreal textures.
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Prompt:
A mysterious tower rises from the mists of a forgotten landscape, entwined with floating gears and fluttering calendar pages. The walls are made of layered paper, weathered brass, old pocket watches, and threads of time shimmering like spider webs in the wind.
On the highest floor, a circular room with arched windows, sits the Clockmaker—a gracefully aged woman with silver hair, a dark cloak, and steady eyes. Before her on the table: scattered minutes in small jars, threads of memory, a nearly finished clock with a heartbeat inside.
The workshop is crammed with unique time instruments: hourglasses trickling backward, ticking shadows, clocks of compressed light, silent metronomes. Tiny bells hang on the walls, ringing with each new memory gathered.
Through an open window, a raven flies away with a glowing letter in its beak. A warm light source bathes the room in soft gold, making the dust particles dance like tiny planets. A feeling of reverence, patience, and lived time pervades everything—as if the air itself were recalling ancient melodies. Style: Mystical-poetic illustration in the style of Brian Froud & Shaun Tan—rich in detail, dreamy, with delicate hues and surreal textures.
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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