Prompt: 99 percent of the world cannot understand the truths that we have come close to. You must understand how wild they sound and how the brain of an ordinary person cannot recognize and accept the biological universe. You cannot imagine how difficult it is to know the truth that the world is a corpse.
#diversity saturday - in the Noise: A Portrait of Sensory Overload
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AIVision
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Prompt: A middle-aged gnome with a tall pointed hat and a long ivory-white beard sits hunched on a rooftop garden bench, visibly distressed as the overwhelming noise of the city crashes in from all sides. His hands are pressed tightly over his noise-canceling headphones, eyes squeezed shut, and shoulders tensed, trying to block out the sensory chaos. Below him, the modern city pulses with intensity—honking cars, flashing advertisements, shouting crowds—represented as warped sound waves and jagged neon shapes climbing the walls and pressing in on the rooftop. The garden, meant as a calm retreat, is barely holding the intrusion back; its soft lights flicker under the pressure, and the plants bend unnaturally as if reacting to the noise. Rendered in expressive digital painting with high contrast between warm sanctuary tones and harsh, invasive city lights. Sharp motion lines, vibrating color patterns, and fragmented textures illustrate the gnome’s sensory overload. Harsh urban lighting clashes with dim rooftop glows, creating a visual storm of overstimulation. His entire posture and environment reflect the inner impact of sensory overload, without a single word spoken.
Prompt: 3.
Upon a bridge woven of sound itself, stretched between twin waterfalls — one of molten gold, one of liquid silver — she kneels. Metatron hovers above, a column of faces spiraling like galaxies, each face declaring: “Balance is law.
Prompt: Between two rivers — one golden, one silver — she kneels upon a bridge made of pure sound. Metatron descends as a column of radiant letters, spiraling around her. “Doctrine is balance,” he intones, as the waters merge.
Prompt: Between two rivers — one golden, one silver — she kneels upon a bridge made of pure sound. Metatron descends as a column of radiant letters, spiraling around her. “Doctrine is balance,” he intones, as the waters merge.
Prompt: Between two rivers — one golden, one silver — she kneels upon a bridge made of pure sound. Metatron descends as a column of radiant letters, spiraling around her. “Doctrine is balance,” he intones, as the waters merge.
Prompt: Between two rivers — one golden, one silver — she kneels upon a bridge made of pure sound. Metatron descends as a column of radiant letters, spiraling around her. “Doctrine is balance,” he intones, as the waters merge.
Prompt: Between two rivers — one golden, one silver — she kneels upon a bridge made of pure sound. Metatron descends as a column of radiant letters, spiraling around her. “Doctrine is balance,” he intones, as the waters merge.
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: 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
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.
