Prompt: A colossal, moss-covered stone head, half-submerged in a primordial swamp, emerges from the dense fog. Strange, glowing flora bloom around its weathered features, hinting at forgotten rituals. The water reflects the dark, brooding sky. Style: Dark fantasy concept art, with a hyperrealistic rendering of texture and a highly detailed, atmospheric environment, inspired by Zdzisław Beksiński and H.R. Giger.
Prompt: A lone barbarian crouches on a slime-slick branch in the high canopy of a primordial swamp, every muscle coiled to keep the world from hearing him. Dark hair pasted to his brow, he tucks a broad blade along his forearm to kill the shine; breath held until ribs ache. The branch bows under his bare feet and weeps slow droplets that patter into the black water far below. Hanging moss curtains him in drowned-green strands; fireflies idle like drifting embers. From this perch the swamp reads like a cathedral drowned in fog—roots for pillars, water for floor, the roof a tangle of limbs and night. The vantage is low and upward through mist and vine, the camera locked to the hunter’s silhouette as if the world itself were holding its breath.
The air presses like a living thing, heavy with heat and rot-sweet perfume. Moonlight cuts a single cold path through the canopy and rims the barbarian’s shoulders, chest, and cheek-bone in silver; everywhere else is carved from blue-green shadow. Every surface carries a wet gleam: bark lacquered with decay, moss ropes slick to the touch, sweat shining along corded muscle. Even steel becomes a hazard—a moving mirror that must be smothered by the flat of his wrist. The only motion he permits is the slow settling of his weight; the only sound the faint creak of seasoned wood remembering storms.
Beneath him the water speaks in circles. Concentric ripples stride outward from a lane between buttress roots, too even to be wind. There—grace sliding through darkness. A serpent vast enough to qualify as geography threads the root maze without a sound. Scales read as oil-slick enamel, mottled swamp-green that intermittently throws iridescent blues when moonlight glances off the curve of a coil. Its eye is a coal seen through smoke—an ember-red pupil that processes the world as thermal geometry and hunger. Fangs glint ivory in a careful, almost thoughtful parting of the jaw; a rope of saliva drips, kisses the water, and broadcasts a widening signal into night.
The barbarian freezes into ritual stillness. Slime squeezes between his toes; his lungs burn; the drum in his skull tries to declare him to the world. The branch flexes a whisper and stops. He becomes design rather than man—angles and tendons arranged to make the least possible announcement. Below, the serpent halts as if listening to mathematics. The two are mirrors: hunter and hunted occupying the same poised equation, each waiting for the other to collapse it. The swamp around them complexes into consequence: phosphorescent rot haloing the fog, sleeved vines writhing in windless currents, heat shivering the air as if reality’s lacquer might soften and run. Then the world tightens to a knife-edge—one breath, one ripple, one strike away from verdict. Rendered in heroic-fantasy oil style of Boris Vallejo, Frank Frazetta, Ken Kelly—mythic realism, saturated shadows, dramatic chiaroscuro, every surface wet with sweat, steam, and peril.
--mod ambient haze, --mod airlight layer, --mod ground fog, --mod bioluminescent haze, --mod rim light, --mod highlight scatter, --mod cinematic lighting, --mod dynamic composition, --mod central hero lockup, --mod archetype light
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.
