Prompt: She steps into a library of golden arches and silver shelves where books glow with living script. Metatron appears as a silhouette of perfect geometry, his voice shaping the doctrine of cause and consequence, carving reality in strokes of divine light.
Prompt: Within a vault of polished silver columns and golden lattices, she kneels as the air shimmers with coded light. Metatron descends in a robe woven from equations, each thread a doctrine of creation, each breath a spark that ignites the architecture of reality.
Prompt: Beneath a sky split by revelation, she stands on a bridge made of sound. The wind speaks in equations, the clouds glow with memory. Metatron rises above the horizon, not as a god, but as the voice of divine structure. Enoch reborn — script of eternity made manifest.
Prompt: Beneath a sky split by revelation, she stands on a bridge made of sound. The wind speaks in equations, the clouds glow with memory. Metatron rises above the horizon, not as a god, but as the voice of divine structure. Enoch reborn — script of eternity made manifest.
Prompt: Beneath a sky split by revelation, she stands on a bridge made of sound. The wind speaks in equations, the clouds glow with memory. Metatron rises above the horizon, not as a god, but as the voice of divine structure. Enoch reborn — script of eternity made manifest
Prompt: On the edge of a dimension stitched from sacred geometry, she watches as angelic beings bow in perfect formation. At their center: Metatron, cloaked in white fire, issuing decrees in a language of pure vibration. The order of heaven is not silent — it sings
Prompt: She floats through a chamber of golden architecture, the walls humming with divine frequencies. From above descends a radiant presence with a thousand wings, eyes burning like galaxies — Metatron, closest to the Throne, conductor of the angelic chorus.
Prompt: Inside a celestial archive lit by rotating suns, a woman traces the glowing glyphs on a translucent wall. Behind her, Metatron manifests — neither male nor female — a being made of thought and thunder, eternal steward of the Book of Life.
Prompt: She walks barefoot across a sea of shattered mirrors, each shard reflecting a different lifetime. In the center, an angel of immense stillness waits, wings made of sigils and ancient code. Metatron, guardian of the Akashic scrolls, watches her steps with silent judgment. 36 wings and 365000 ochi in the fizical body
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.
