Prompt: In the mountain’s heart, a chamber of molten gold and liquid silver beats like a living organ. From its center rises Metatron, holding a scroll that unravels across dimensions, revealing the doctrine of unity — the hidden blueprint of all creation.
Prompt: Beneath a sky of metallic constellations, the ground reflects like a mirror of liquid silver. Metatron walks toward her in perfect symmetry, each step a law, each gesture a prophecy. The doctrine is not spoken — it is engraved in the air itself.
Prompt: Beneath a sky of metallic constellations, the ground reflects like a mirror of liquid silver. Metatron walks toward her in perfect symmetry, each step a law, each gesture a prophecy. The doctrine is not spoken — it is engraved in the air itself.
Prompt: Beneath a sky of metallic constellations, the ground reflects like a mirror of liquid silver. Metatron walks toward her in perfect symmetry, each step a law, each gesture a prophecy. The doctrine is not spoken — it is engraved in the air itself.
Prompt: In the mountain’s heart, a chamber of molten gold and liquid silver beats like a living organ. From its center rises Metatron, holding a scroll that unravels across dimensions, revealing the doctrine of unity — the hidden blueprint of all creation.
Prompt: Beneath a sky of metallic constellations, the ground reflects like a mirror of liquid silver. Metatron walks toward her in perfect symmetry, each step a law, each gesture a prophecy. The doctrine is not spoken — it is engraved in the air itself.
Prompt: In the mountain’s heart, a chamber of molten gold and liquid silver beats like a living organ. From its center rises Metatron, holding a scroll that unravels across dimensions, revealing the doctrine of unity — the hidden blueprint of all creation.
Prompt: In a throne room where the ceiling is a dome of pure gold and the floor a mirror of liquid silver, countless angels bow in silence. Metatron, crowned with a cube of starlight, raises a staff that hums with divine decree, the doctrine of balance written into its core
Prompt: Beneath a sky of metallic constellations, the ground reflects like a mirror of liquid silver. Metatron walks toward her in perfect symmetry, each step a law, each gesture a prophecy. The doctrine is not spoken — it is engraved in the air itself.
Prompt: Beneath a sky of metallic constellations, the ground reflects like a mirror of liquid silver. Metatron walks toward her in perfect symmetry, each step a law, each gesture a prophecy. The doctrine is not spoken — it is engraved in the air itself.
Prompt: In the mountain’s heart, a chamber of molten gold and liquid silver beats like a living organ. From its center rises Metatron, holding a scroll that unravels across dimensions, revealing the doctrine of unity — the hidden blueprint of all creation.
Prompt: In the mountain’s heart, a chamber of molten gold and liquid silver beats like a living organ. From its center rises Metatron, holding a scroll that unravels across dimensions, revealing the doctrine of unity — the hidden blueprint of all creation.
Prompt: In the mountain’s heart, a chamber of molten gold and liquid silver beats like a living organ. From its center rises Metatron, holding a scroll that unravels across dimensions, revealing the doctrine of unity — the hidden blueprint of all creation.
Prompt: From the silence of eternity, rivers of molten gold and liquid silver pour across the sky. At their crossing rises Metatron, his cube-crown spinning in measured rhythm. Each rotation writes a doctrine that reshapes the stars.
Prompt: In a hall where the floors are liquid silver and the walls are hammered gold, she finds the angelic architect. Metatron stands amidst rotating cubes and spheres, each inscribed with celestial law, each humming with the precision of eternal mathematics.
Prompt: In a throne room where the ceiling is a dome of pure gold and the floor a mirror of liquid silver, countless angels bow in silence. Metatron, crowned with a cube of starlight, raises a staff that hums with divine decree, the doctrine of balance written into its core
Prompt: In the mountain’s heart, a chamber of molten gold and liquid silver beats like a living organ. From its center rises Metatron, holding a scroll that unravels across dimensions, revealing the doctrine of unity — the hidden blueprint of all creation.
Prompt: In the mountain’s heart, a chamber of molten gold and liquid silver beats like a living organ. From its center rises Metatron, holding a scroll that unravels across dimensions, revealing the doctrine of unity — the hidden blueprint of all creation.
Prompt: In a hall where the floors are liquid silver and the walls are hammered gold, she finds the angelic architect. Metatron stands amidst rotating cubes and spheres, each inscribed with celestial law, each humming with the precision of eternal mathematics.
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.
