Prompt: Photorealistic masterpiece in the style of the Italian School with the attention to detail if Frazetta, in mixed media colored ink: candid portrait of a beautiful dryad emerging from the gnarled bark of an ancient oak, her emerald-green leafy hair flowing fluidly over her shoulders, as she leans forward—half flesh, half foliage—to press a reverent hand against the weathered column of a crumbling Greco-Roman temple upon which perches an owl, symbolizing the lingering wisdom of the Goddess Minerva in this sacred space. The ancient temple is slowly being reclaimed by the forest,a sad testament to the impermanancy of civilization. Moonlight bleeds silver through the canopy, casting fractured shadows over toppled vine-strangled marble statues of forgotten gods whose hollow eyes seem to follow her movement, while the waning crescent hangs low like a reaper's scythe above the scene, its glow illuminates the mist that coils around a sad solitary altar where scant offerings of apples, pomegranates, and honey rot silently. The chill air thrums with the dryad's misted breath—a sound like wind through sacred scrolls—as fireflies mimic distant stars caught in the tangle of her hair, and a curious fox looks on from the underbrush.
Prompt: Fine art Italian School painting, in tempore: candid portrait of a beautiful dryad emerging from the gnarled bark of an ancient oak, her emerald-green leafy hair flowing fluidly over her shoulders, as she leans forward—half flesh, half foliage—to press a reverent hand against the weathered column of a crumbling Greco-Roman temple upon which perches an owl, symbolizing the lingering wisdom of the Goddess Minerva in this sacred space. The ancient temple is slowly being reclaimed by the forest,a sad testament to the impermanancy of civilization. Moonlight bleeds silver through the canopy, casting fractured shadows over toppled vine-strangled marble statues of forgotten gods whose hollow eyes seem to follow her movement, while the waning crescent hangs low like a reaper's scythe above the scene, its glow illuminates the mist that coils around a sad solitary altar where scant offerings of apples, pomegranates, and honey rot silently. The chill air thrums with the dryad's misted breath—a sound like wind through sacred scrolls—as fireflies mimic distant stars caught in the tangle of her hair, and a curious fox looks on from the underbrush.
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.
