Prompt: A full-body surreal composition where a modern young woman stands barefoot on fractured stone, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Her pose is sensual yet tense—hips slightly turned, chest forward, one leg bent mid-step, frozen in a liminal balance between advance and hesitation.
Her skin is hyperreal, luminous and alive, yet fissured with textures of cracked plaster and eroded stone along her shoulders and thighs, as if her beauty is at once eternal and crumbling.
She wears no true fabric: her dress is painted illusion, sculpted in thick impasto-like strokes of metallic crimson (Pantone 7621 C), acid lime (Pantone 388 C), and burnished copper (Pantone 876 C). It clings sensually to her form, but its edges dissolve into dripping pigments and torn brushstrokes, merging her body with the act of creation itself.
Her hair is a storm of modern rebellion: an asymmetrical, layered pixie, electric blue (Pantone 285 C) streaked with phosphorescent green (Pantone 2290 C), exploding upward and outward in tangled, painterly arcs, as if her mind were radiating into chaos. Her face is sharp and hyperreal, lips textured and painted with metallic copper shimmer, parted in a breath that is both alluring and uneasy. Her gaze is split—one emerald green eye (Pantone 361 C) fixed on the viewer, piercing and alive, while the other dissolves into shadow, half-swallowed by the surrounding abstraction.
In her right hand she clutches a fragment of broken mirror, its jagged edge catching bursts of distorted light. Within the shard reflects not her face, but a warped, hollow grin—an alien echo of herself, hinting at fractured identity and repressed anguish. The mirror glints in silver (Pantone 877 C) but also bleeds with streaks of vermilion and black ink, as if stained by memory.
Around her swirl surreal symbols: broken ivory masks (Pantone 7527 C) drifting like abandoned identities, a raven with bronze-black feathers stretched unnaturally over skeletal wings, and glowing geometric sigils in acid lime (Pantone 389 C) inscribed in the air, some crossing her body like ethereal brands.
The background is a wasteland cathedral: skeletal ruins that resemble both architecture and bone, their spires cracking into an ashen ground (Pantone Warm Gray 11 C). Above, the sky churns violently in ochre (Pantone 7555 C), bruised violet (Pantone 7672 C), and vermilion red (Pantone 1795 C), painted in furious, gestural strokes, an atmosphere of divine collapse.
Her entire figure vibrates with an aura of splattered ink, jagged smears, and dripping paint, caught between hyperreal precision and chaotic abstraction. She is at once a vision of sensual ruin and a haunting allegory of fragmented identity—a goddess holding her own broken reflection, suspended in a world dissolving around her.
Prompt: A full-body surreal composition where a modern young woman stands barefoot on fractured stone, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Her pose is sensual yet tense—hips slightly turned, chest forward, one leg bent mid-step, frozen in a liminal balance between advance and hesitation.
Her skin is hyperreal, luminous and alive, yet fissured with textures of cracked plaster and eroded stone along her shoulders and thighs, as if her beauty is at once eternal and crumbling.
She wears no true fabric: her dress is painted illusion, sculpted in thick impasto-like strokes of metallic crimson (Pantone 7621 C), acid lime (Pantone 388 C), and burnished copper (Pantone 876 C). It clings sensually to her form, but its edges dissolve into dripping pigments and torn brushstrokes, merging her body with the act of creation itself.
Her hair is a storm of modern rebellion: an asymmetrical, layered pixie, electric blue (Pantone 285 C) streaked with phosphorescent green (Pantone 2290 C), exploding upward and outward in tangled, painterly arcs, as if her mind were radiating into chaos. Her face is sharp and hyperreal, lips textured and painted with metallic copper shimmer, parted in a breath that is both alluring and uneasy. Her gaze is split—one emerald green eye (Pantone 361 C) fixed on the viewer, piercing and alive, while the other dissolves into shadow, half-swallowed by the surrounding abstraction.
In her right hand she clutches a fragment of broken mirror, its jagged edge catching bursts of distorted light. Within the shard reflects not her face, but a warped, hollow grin—an alien echo of herself, hinting at fractured identity and repressed anguish. The mirror glints in silver (Pantone 877 C) but also bleeds with streaks of vermilion and black ink, as if stained by memory.
Around her swirl surreal symbols: broken ivory masks (Pantone 7527 C) drifting like abandoned identities, a raven with bronze-black feathers stretched unnaturally over skeletal wings, and glowing geometric sigils in acid lime (Pantone 389 C) inscribed in the air, some crossing her body like ethereal brands.
The background is a wasteland cathedral: skeletal ruins that resemble both architecture and bone, their spires cracking into an ashen ground (Pantone Warm Gray 11 C). Above, the sky churns violently in ochre (Pantone 7555 C), bruised violet (Pantone 7672 C), and vermilion red (Pantone 1795 C), painted in furious, gestural strokes, an atmosphere of divine collapse.
Her entire figure vibrates with an aura of splattered ink, jagged smears, and dripping paint, caught between hyperreal precision and chaotic abstraction. She is at once a vision of sensual ruin and a haunting allegory of fragmented identity—a goddess holding her own broken reflection, suspended in a world dissolving around her.
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Prompt:
A full-body surreal composition where a modern young woman stands barefoot on fractured stone, her presence both magnetic and unsettling. Her pose is sensual yet tense—hips slightly turned, chest forward, one leg bent mid-step, frozen in a liminal balance between advance and hesitation.
Her skin is hyperreal, luminous and alive, yet fissured with textures of cracked plaster and eroded stone along her shoulders and thighs, as if her beauty is at once eternal and crumbling.
She wears no true fabric: her dress is painted illusion, sculpted in thick impasto-like strokes of metallic crimson (Pantone 7621 C), acid lime (Pantone 388 C), and burnished copper (Pantone 876 C). It clings sensually to her form, but its edges dissolve into dripping pigments and torn brushstrokes, merging her body with the act of creation itself.
Her hair is a storm of modern rebellion: an asymmetrical, layered pixie, electric blue (Pantone 285 C) streaked with phosphorescent green (Pantone 2290 C), exploding upward and outward in tangled, painterly arcs, as if her mind were radiating into chaos. Her face is sharp and hyperreal, lips textured and painted with metallic copper shimmer, parted in a breath that is both alluring and uneasy. Her gaze is split—one emerald green eye (Pantone 361 C) fixed on the viewer, piercing and alive, while the other dissolves into shadow, half-swallowed by the surrounding abstraction.
In her right hand she clutches a fragment of broken mirror, its jagged edge catching bursts of distorted light. Within the shard reflects not her face, but a warped, hollow grin—an alien echo of herself, hinting at fractured identity and repressed anguish. The mirror glints in silver (Pantone 877 C) but also bleeds with streaks of vermilion and black ink, as if stained by memory.
Around her swirl surreal symbols: broken ivory masks (Pantone 7527 C) drifting like abandoned identities, a raven with bronze-black feathers stretched unnaturally over skeletal wings, and glowing geometric sigils in acid lime (Pantone 389 C) inscribed in the air, some crossing her body like ethereal brands.
The background is a wasteland cathedral: skeletal ruins that resemble both architecture and bone, their spires cracking into an ashen ground (Pantone Warm Gray 11 C). Above, the sky churns violently in ochre (Pantone 7555 C), bruised violet (Pantone 7672 C), and vermilion red (Pantone 1795 C), painted in furious, gestural strokes, an atmosphere of divine collapse.
Her entire figure vibrates with an aura of splattered ink, jagged smears, and dripping paint, caught between hyperreal precision and chaotic abstraction. She is at once a vision of sensual ruin and a haunting allegory of fragmented identity—a goddess holding her own broken reflection, suspended in a world dissolving around her.
A mystical scene features a woman in a flowing, colorful dress, holding a skull. She's surrounded by a surreal landscape with towering spires, bright trees, and hovering skulls, evoking a sense of mystery.
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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