Prompt: Time halts on the edge of a dying sun. Flames freeze mid-motion, light hangs motionless like a suspended breath. Into this stillness flow letters: gold from the frozen corona, silver from the shadowed void beyond. They weave together, folding space into a cube whose faces shimmer with living commandment. Metatron steps from the halted light, the cube orbiting his head like a second sun. With each turn, the frozen flames resume for an instant then stop again, caught in the rhythm of his will. The doctrine hums in golden fire, it whispers in silver shadow, and time itself bends to listen — for even the seconds must obey their scribe.
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: The night sky splits, revealing a river of silver stars flowing into a sea of molten gold. A thousand faces appear upon the waves, shifting like mirrors of infinity. At the center floats Metatron, holding silence that speaks louder than sound.
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: 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: A wheel of fire turns in the void, each spoke engraved in silver letters, each rim cast in gold. As it spins, time itself bends. At the center, Metatron speaks without sound: “The doctrine is motion.
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
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.
