Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: “Where Dust Waits for Light”
Setting: An abandoned theater bathed in early morning haze
She stood alone on the forgotten stage.
The velvet curtain behind her had long since faded — once crimson, now a muted wine bleeding into dust. Light seeped in from a shattered dome above, cutting through the still air like slow-moving blades, touching only fragments of the space: a broken chair, a half-buried shoe, her freckled collarbone.
Her ginger hair, untamed and sun-warm, spilled over her shoulders like living brushstrokes — thick, textured, glinting with quiet gold. The strands caught the falling dust, so that each movement of her head stirred a constellation into the stillness.
She wasn’t performing. She was simply there — barefoot, wrapped in a loose cream linen dress, its folds heavy with silence. The fabric clung in places where breath met skin, then fell freely elsewhere — layered like glaze, transparent and real.
She knelt slowly.
Not in prayer. Not in pain.
Just the way someone does when time no longer matters. Her fingers traced the cracked wooden floor, where old chalk marks still whispered echoes of a dance no one remembered. She pressed her palm against them — softly, like a promise not to disturb them, only to witness.
The silence in the room was thick as oil paint, and yet she moved as if it were music. Every breath she took reshaped the light, every blink marked the rhythm of something ancient.
Then — a shift.
From outside, the wind found a hole in the wall. A gust. The curtain stirred. Dust rose. For a moment, the room lived again, like an old painting freshly varnished.
And in the center of it all,
she looked up —
not toward the broken dome,
but directly into the light it dared to offer.
And smiled.
Not for anyone.
Not even for memory.
Just to say: “I’m still here.”
Prompt: Little Chinese girls, with very beautiful thoughtful faces, wearing her pink ballet shoes and her tutu, in her room, practicing, Create an image depicting a surreal cityscape with two figures in silhouette walking along a old wood floor. They are dressed in classic, dark coats and hats, suggesting a vintage or historical setting. The atmosphere is misty, contributing to a sense of mystery. In the background, there are abstract shapes and vibrant colors, including swirling purples, oranges, and greens, which create a dreamlike quality, contrasted against the more realistic cobblestone street and buildings. The architecture hints at a bygone era, with large windows revealing faint, indistinct details within. The overall composition blends a sense of reality with imaginative elements, inviting viewers to ponder the scene's narrative and emotional depth. --ar 4:3
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.
