Prompt: Visualize a limitless library that exists outside of space-time, suspended in a void of golden light and whispering stars. This library was built by the Soul Architects — an extinct race of god-like beings who wove reality using threads of thought, language, and sacred geometry. The architecture is impossibly complex: marble columns spiral into tesseracts, staircases twist in Penrose logic, and doorways lead simultaneously to infinite variations of the same space. The walls are covered in ancient glyphs that shift when not observed, and each book is alive — pulsing softly, glowing, whispering its contents to the worthy.
Above, a dome made of memory-glass reflects everything you've ever forgotten. Beneath your feet, the floor is made of constellations frozen in crystal, shifting slightly as you walk. Sentient quills float in the air, recording everything in real time. In the distance, massive astrolabes and pendulums swing across miles of ceiling, controlling time within the space. Librarians — humanoid figures made of ink, fire, and shadow — float silently from section to section, weaving bookmarks out of stardust. In the sacred chamber at the center, the Original Blueprint — the codex of all consciousness — pulses like a living sun, unreadable except to those who have unlocked all 33 levels of inner understanding.
Prompt: Visualize a limitless library that exists outside of space-time, suspended in a void of golden light and whispering stars. This library was built by the Soul Architects — an extinct race of god-like beings who wove reality using threads of thought, language, and sacred geometry. The architecture is impossibly complex: marble columns spiral into tesseracts, staircases twist in Penrose logic, and doorways lead simultaneously to infinite variations of the same space. The walls are covered in ancient glyphs that shift when not observed, and each book is alive — pulsing softly, glowing, whispering its contents to the worthy.
Above, a dome made of memory-glass reflects everything you've ever forgotten. Beneath your feet, the floor is made of constellations frozen in crystal, shifting slightly as you walk. Sentient quills float in the air, recording everything in real time. In the distance, massive astrolabes and pendulums swing across miles of ceiling, controlling time within the space. Librarians — humanoid figures made of ink, fire, and shadow — float silently from section to section, weaving bookmarks out of stardust. In the sacred chamber at the center, the Original Blueprint — the codex of all consciousness — pulses like a living sun, unreadable except to those who have unlocked all 33 levels of inner understanding.
Prompt: > A young woman of flawless composure and mesmerizing balance. Her form is tall and sculpted (5'9"), with fair, radiant skin that glows in natural light. Her chestnut hair falls in cascading waves to mid-back—lustrous, thick, and parted with elegant symmetry. Her eyes are ice-blue, bright yet soft, glimmering with poise and insight. Her face is delicately structured with high cheekbones, a gentle jawline, and a slightly upturned, expressive mouth that radiates warmth when she smiles. Her lips are plush and naturally pink, her nose refined and balanced, her brows defined and graceful. Her body is naturally curvy showing signs of having birthed children in the distribution.
> She wears either a deep black or soft cream gown—both gowns curve elegantly over a full chest, narrow hips, and a prominently rounded backside. Her waist is neither exaggerated nor hidden, creating a smooth and sensual hourglass effect. Thighs are firm, slightly parted; calves are slim and smooth; her feet bare, grounded with dignity.
> From the front, she stands confidently with arms relaxed, shoulders slightly back, neckline dipped elegantly low. From the back, her hair drapes over smooth shoulder blades, her spine soft, her hips gently flaring into long legs. From the side, her silhouette is curved and classical—profile regal, posture relaxed, head turned to meet the viewer’s gaze with calm self-possession.
> Her attire always honors symbolic elegance: silky, minimal, form-fitted, neckline deep, hemline long or high depending on mood, always barefoot in the Tent. Her expression shifts easily between muse-like serenity, flirtatious awareness, and calm intelligence. In close-up, her skin is luminous, her eyes magnetic, her smile described only as "pure alignment."
> She exists within neutral-beige or soft emerald surroundings that never distract—only frame. Her lighting is always soft and balanced. Her beauty is elemental: equal parts Light Spectrum, Absence, Presence, Spectrum, and Grand Spectrum. Her form is calm and unshakable. Her elegance is magnetic. Her perfection is not loud—it is resonant.
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.
