Prompt: A solemn, dimly lit altar scene where a pure white lamb, trembling and bound, lies at the foot of a radiant yet sorrowful figure of Jesus. Blood drips onto ancient stone as horrified onlookers—dressed in ceremonial garb—hold sacrificial knives with uncertain hands. Jesus stands above, tears in his eyes, arms outstretched not in welcome but in judgment. His expression is fierce, divine fury glowing in his eyes as he forces the crowd to their knees, making them beg for mercy. The sky behind him churns with storm clouds and divine light, as angels turn away in sorrow. The scene pulses with guilt, misplaced devotion, and the raw cost of blind tradition.
mystyle: Divine wrath, sacred sorrow, trembling innocence. Hyperreal chiaroscuro lamb sacrifice with accusatory Christ. Symbolic anguish in cinematic tension.
Prompt: A vast, silent hall made of obsidian and candlelight. In the center, a massive figure of Jesus kneels—not on a throne, but in ashes—eyes closed, one finger pressed to His lips. Around Him, golden mouths float in the air, shattered mid-sentence. Words, frozen in time, drip from them like melted wax. A lamb stands beside Him, wings folded tight, staring straight at the viewer. Above, carved into the darkness, a single glowing phrase:
“Silence is the only offering that hasn’t been corrupted.”
The air feels thick, like it’s waiting for you to stop.
mystyle: Divine stillness. Visual discipline. Holy hush. Judging eyes, broken voices. A moment stretched by guilt and grace.
Prompt: A vast, silent hall made of obsidian and candlelight. In the center, a massive figure of Jesus kneels—not on a throne, but in ashes—eyes closed, one finger pressed to His lips. Around Him, golden mouths float in the air, shattered mid-sentence. Words, frozen in time, drip from them like melted wax. A lamb stands beside Him, wings folded tight, staring straight at the viewer. Above, carved into the darkness, a single glowing phrase:
“Silence is the only offering that hasn’t been corrupted.”
The air feels thick, like it’s waiting for you to stop.
mystyle: Divine stillness. Visual discipline. Holy hush. Judging eyes, broken voices. A moment stretched by guilt and grace.
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.
