Prompt: A serene, mystical image of people ascending a staircase that fades into the sky, symbolizing a journey to eternity. The staircase is surrounded by soft, drifting clouds, illuminated with a warm, golden light. Each figure is delicately silhouetted, blending harmoniously into a heavenly backdrop of blues, whites, and gentle hints of gold. The ambiance feels ethereal, peaceful, and timeless, capturing the beauty and tranquility of a journey beyond.
Prompt: Amid clouds woven from powdered gold and moonlit silver, she hears the whisper of Metatron. His words manifest as glowing diagrams in the air — the unspoken doctrine, the living formula, the architecture of eternity traced with perfect, deliberate hands.
Prompt: In the silence before dawn, the sky cracks open, and letters pour forth — golden syllables as sparks of flame, silver syllables as shadows of mist. They circle endlessly, weaving patterns of sacred geometry until they lock into form: the cube of eternal doctrine. It rotates slowly, a crown above Metatron’s head, each turn revealing laws older than galaxies. Around him, the void bends into order, the chaos becomes rhythm, and the silence becomes song. The golden syllables hum with creation, the silver syllables hum with remembrance, and their harmony is doctrine itself. Metatron stands as witness, as keeper, as eternal scribe. The cube spins, and eternity bows to its rotation.
Prompt: Amid clouds woven from powdered gold and moonlit silver, she hears the whisper of Metatron. His words manifest as glowing diagrams in the air — the unspoken doctrine, the living formula, the architecture of eternity traced with perfect, deliberate hands.
Prompt: Above a desert of endless silver sand, a golden sun opens like an eye. From its brilliance descends Metatron, wings wide like galaxies. His voice becomes law, his silence becomes prophecy, and the doctrine of eternity is etched across the shifting dunes.
Prompt: In the empty spaces between the stars, Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life, rose from the earth; surrounding this tree was a serpent representing eternity making its way toward crunching up its own tail. There was no above or below, no right or left, and only Nirvana reigned supreme, timely disturbances in the form of this gigantic tree and the serpent winding around it. The leaves of Yggdrasil sang hung with stars and nebulae, anthems of creation and death of worlds. Its roots, descending to fathomless depths, touched the very foundations of the universe while giving cradle to all life that there is.
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.
