Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: “Stillness Between Raindrops”
Setting: Empty greenhouse, rain outside, soft diffused light
She was alone in the old greenhouse.
Rusty metal frames held fogged glass panes, while raindrops slid down them like stretched brushstrokes — long, thin, silent. Outside, the world was grey, but inside... the light fractured into shades of gold and green, as if it, too, were a plant choosing to grow in silence.
She stood barefoot on a concrete floor softened by years of water and memory. Her ginger hair, damp and clinging to her neck, still shimmered — a copper flame breathing beneath the glassy light, like fire learning to live inside water. Strands clung to her cheeks, her brow, her collarbone.
She wore an oversized shirt the color of wet paper, half-buttoned, sleeves rolled to the elbows. The fabric was thin, almost translucent — glazed in layers, each movement revealing a new hue, a new tension.
Her right hand slowly slid along the stem of a fading fern. Not to move it. Just to feel that it was still there.
She didn’t speak. She didn’t sing.
But her presence filled the space — as if the light bent just to touch her, as if every plant in the room had aligned its breath to her rhythm. Her gaze was soft, tired from thoughts, but fully present. Like someone looking at something that hasn’t arrived yet — but will.
In the glass behind her, a reflection: not quite her own. A little older, a little quieter. Through that pane, you could still see the rain — but it no longer fell. It had paused, as if waiting for her to move first.
Prompt: A desolate and eerie landscape shrouded in mist, featuring a cracked road lined with overgrown vegetation. On one side, a shallow puddle reflects a bleak sky, while a dim streetlight flickers above. Ghostly figures emerge from the fog, hinting at a mysterious presence. Power lines hang low, with some wires tangled and frayed. The atmosphere is heavy with an unsettling quiet, evoking a sense of abandonment and intrigue in a post-apocalyptic setting. The artwork embodies a blend of isolation and the unknown, perfect for a role-playing game theme.
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.
