Prompt: A Chris Foss–style robot, several storeys tall, wades through deep snow in a howling blizzard, framed close beside a rocky granite outcropping so both subjects fill the image. The machine is painted in Foss grammar: patchwork plates of matte black and blue crossed by bright yellow striping, modular panels and inspection doors everywhere, bold stenciled numerals and hazard blocks sprayed across thighs and chest, a toy logic inflated to industrial sublime. Chrome pistons and rotating drums work in every joint; circular vents stud the silhouette; fasteners stipple the armor. At the crown a clear alloy dome cockpit glows with bright yellow light, instrument clusters burning like a tight constellation while the dome skin throws silver arcs of reflected snow. One colossal hand clamps the outcropping in an ambiguous act — either digging for mineral wealth or bracing against howling gale.
Consequence is explicit. Waves of winter fury detonate at shin height and tear upward into glittering sheets of snow that streak across matte paint, bead on chrome rams, and fall in chains. Under the crush of mechanical fingers the rock fractures; crystals burst out and fall in cascades that wind across yellow stripes and down black and blue armor before vanishing in the snowdrifts. The granite outcropping cuts the wind like a knife, its impervious grey surface ready to withstand more centuries of extreme cold, dully reflecting the robot's light; nearby rocks are torn loose by the machine’s heave. The palette stays triadic and bright: black/blue slabs, yellow accents, pale blue air under a diffused alien sun. Shadows remain soft and descriptive; this is clarity over chiaroscuro. The camera sits at mid‑level, waist height, not a heroic low angle; scale is read from adjacency and surface density — plates, numerals, vents, bark pores — not exaggerated perspective. No platforms, scaffolds, railings or human buildings intrude; the frozen landscape is organic and strange, columnar outcropping with snow-capped crowns, cold grey stone, frozen with untold eons of polar blasts. The result is Foss’s register made literal: candy‑bright absurdity made monumental, machine and weather locked in ambiguous embrace at the edge of a surreal prospecting job, every surface telling the story of impact, weather, and work.
--mod digital illustration, --mod stylized realism, --mod space opera, --mod Foss panel logic, --mod bold saturated palette, --mod architectural scale, --mod atmospheric depth, --mod modular geometry, --mod chrome reflections, --mod clarity over chiaroscuro, --mod narrative consequence, --mod snow and rock detail, --mod industrial sublime, --mod surreal landscape, --mod perspective lock mid level, --mod multi storey robot, --mod black blue panel armor, --mod yellow stripe accent, --mod stenciled numerals, --mod domed cockpit glow, --mod circular vents and drums, --mod fastener constellation, --mod alien rocks closeup, --mod ambiguous mining or anchor, --mod winter storm detonations, --mod spray refraction glitter, --mod daylight haze, --mod toy like absurdity, --mod Fossian industrial myth, --mod no platforms no scaffolds
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.
