Prompt: Jupiter hangs enormous over horizon, banded colossus filling half sky, its glow turning blue ice cliffs into slow-breathing architecture. Robotic artisans creep along sheer faces on mag-clawed limbs, frames tiny against walls rising like frozen oceans, each unit a moving spark of intent on impossible canvas. Laser arrays on articulated arms fire in controlled pulses, lines of light barely audible as they etch; steam whispers from each cut, drifting out in feathered plumes that catch planetlight, scattering it into haloed veils. Ice shelf groans underfoot in tectonic murmurs, sound carried more through soles and suit frame than thin air. High above work line a human overseer stands on suspended gantry, tether clipped to rail, boots rimed in frost. Her breath fogs helmet glass inside while external frost patterns radiate from contact points, double exposure of life heat and killing cold. Data crawls her visor’s inner rim—coordinates, stroke depth, beam temperature—yet her gaze keeps returning to letters blooming slowly across cliff. Each robot traces strokes that together form one name, then another; characters carved deeper than any thaw, lines glowing faint red before cooling to deep cobalt. Jupiter’s light slides across fresh cuts, catching sharp edges so they flare silver-white, constellations rearranged into script scaled to glaciers. Below, older names march in regimented tiers, softened by hoarfrost, some half-buried under wind-driven snow, others preserved knife-clear where katabatic gusts keep faces bare. Tonight’s additions slot into that ledger, another page in icebound script that will outlive her, her cohort, likely outpost itself. She lifts a gloved hand, marks confirmation; lasers brighten, finishing last strokes, sealing photons into permanent scars. For a moment motion stills—Jupiter’s storms far above, robotic limbs mid-retract, her own breath held between inhale and exhale—then steam thins, cold air clears, and letters remain: catching starlight, planetlight, station glow, a field of names chiselled into winter so one human scale of loss and remembrance will not disappear against a planet that could swallow worlds.
--mod jupiter-backdrop, --mod dwarfing-planet-limb, --mod blue-ice-cliffs, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod frost-rime-hoarfrost, --mod laser-steam-plumes, --mod industrial-awe-register, --mod quiet-awe-register, --mod heroic-framing, --mod viewer-perspective-lock, --mod reflective-ice
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.
