Prompt: An infinite wasteland of cracked earth and shifting dunes, where the sun burns red through a toxic haze. Skyscraper skeletons lean like broken bones, half-swallowed by sandstorms. The husks of cars rust silently along a crumbling freeway, their doors ripped off by scavengers long gone. A lone survivor trudges through the heat, wrapped in patchwork armor of rusted metal and cloth. At his side, a cybernetic dog limps faithfully, its glowing eye scanning the horizon. In the distance, the ruins of a megastructure—once a city, now a jagged mountain of steel—loom ominously, like a grave marker for humanity. The air tastes of ash, and the silence is broken only by the howl of the wind.
Style: Gritty realism with cinematic post-apocalyptic despair.
Prompt: An infinite wasteland of cracked earth and shifting dunes, where the sun burns red through a toxic haze. Skyscraper skeletons lean like broken bones, half-swallowed by sandstorms. The husks of cars rust silently along a crumbling freeway, their doors ripped off by scavengers long gone. A lone survivor trudges through the heat, wrapped in patchwork armor of rusted metal and cloth. At his side, a cybernetic dog limps faithfully, its glowing eye scanning the horizon. In the distance, the ruins of a megastructure—once a city, now a jagged mountain of steel—loom ominously, like a grave marker for humanity. The air tastes of ash, and the silence is broken only by the howl of the wind.
Style: Gritty realism with cinematic post-apocalyptic despair.
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Prompt:
An infinite wasteland of cracked earth and shifting dunes, where the sun burns red through a toxic haze. Skyscraper skeletons lean like broken bones, half-swallowed by sandstorms. The husks of cars rust silently along a crumbling freeway, their doors ripped off by scavengers long gone. A lone survivor trudges through the heat, wrapped in patchwork armor of rusted metal and cloth. At his side, a cybernetic dog limps faithfully, its glowing eye scanning the horizon. In the distance, the ruins of a megastructure—once a city, now a jagged mountain of steel—loom ominously, like a grave marker for humanity. The air tastes of ash, and the silence is broken only by the howl of the wind.
Style: Gritty realism with cinematic post-apocalyptic despair.
More about Post-Apocalyptic Desert Ruins
A scorched desert wasteland littered with the skeletal ruins of human civilization.
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.