Prompt: Each day follows the next, as bland, as bland,
As hooded monks from cells through cloisters shamble.
Thick grey mutes flaming hues, gains upper hand,
Quenching to blend what eyes cannot unscramble,
The skies of grey, from the grey dappled earth,
The curved horizon’s livid, pallid dearth.
All rained with ash, all mixed and all oppressing,
In half-light’s sham, with half-shade gathered in;
Sight blankly stares into the smoke, egressing
Into the gloom, tasting of dampened tin.
At once the soul seeks night, yet yearns for day,
Keen to imbibe the dark, yet scald with fire,
Pacing the room in careworn disarray.
The final ennui of dingy light, inspired
By rained down ash, the gloom of that demise,
In that grey without shape or edge or feature,
No quivering hues, nor riot color-wise,
To creeping shadows all being stretched, suppressing.
And wearied soul in sadness acquiescing.
Prompt: Each day follows the next, as bland, as bland,
As hooded monks from cells through cloisters shamble.
Thick grey mutes flaming hues, gains upper hand,
Quenching to blend what eyes cannot unscramble,
The skies of grey, from the grey dappled earth,
The curved horizon’s livid, pallid dearth.
All rained with ash, all mixed and all oppressing,
In half-light’s sham, with half-shade gathered in;
Sight blankly stares into the smoke, egressing
Into the gloom, tasting of dampened tin.
At once the soul seeks night, yet yearns for day,
Keen to imbibe the dark, yet scald with fire,
Pacing the room in careworn disarray.
The final ennui of dingy light, inspired
By rained down ash, the gloom of that demise,
In that grey without shape or edge or feature,
No quivering hues, nor riot color-wise,
To creeping shadows all being stretched, suppressing.
And wearied soul in sadness acquiescing.
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Prompt:
Each day follows the next, as bland, as bland,
As hooded monks from cells through cloisters shamble.
Thick grey mutes flaming hues, gains upper hand,
Quenching to blend what eyes cannot unscramble,
The skies of grey, from the grey dappled earth,
The curved horizon’s livid, pallid dearth.
All rained with ash, all mixed and all oppressing,
In half-light’s sham, with half-shade gathered in;
Sight blankly stares into the smoke, egressing
Into the gloom, tasting of dampened tin.
At once the soul seeks night, yet yearns for day,
Keen to imbibe the dark, yet scald with fire,
Pacing the room in careworn disarray.
The final ennui of dingy light, inspired
By rained down ash, the gloom of that demise,
In that grey without shape or edge or feature,
No quivering hues, nor riot color-wise,
To creeping shadows all being stretched, suppressing.
And wearied soul in sadness acquiescing.
Modifiers:
sharp focus
elegant
intricate
cinematic lighting
dynamic lighting
hdr
cinematic postprocessing
focused
Francisco Goya
Mystery
Alexander Archipenko
Julie Mehretu
very cruel
16K ♫D
holographic layering of scenes
deepest fantasy
grainy texture, scratches, microdots
Heavy&Black
More about All rained with MELANCHOLY
Three cloaked figures walk in a stone cloister, flanked by columns. The background features an expansive lawn and a medieval building, creating a mysterious and serene atmosphere.
Copy/paste postart, 'cause now is after rain:
https://www.vzjp.cz/basne.htm#Karasek
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
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Deep Dream
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