Prompt: by eryn
engulfed by strengths untamed
i saw places you couldn't
in the grip of cosmic awe
bound by chains unbroken
i went ways you daren't
to the darkest alleyways
in midsts of feelings raw
i ached loves you wouldn't
in the roars of strangers
now i'm near the end
i dance alone
i keep dreaming
and maybe, somehow
Prompt: by eryn
from there and back again
in the great swamps of the old shattered earth
in forever victorian fashion she roams in full view
lively gigantic crevices and mossy boulders from ancient lores
half timelady half piratess
she sails the liquid soil of times renewed
her open bosom in soft prune attire
short skirt, high heavy heels, heavy leathery mantel
displaced, disheveled, disheartened
dark boots of soft fabric, dark and rainbow hair
blue eyes, pale skin, cyanish undereye,
with allure and determination
from the most putrid corners
to the warmest bushes
she's still hunting for truth
Prompt: by eryn
in the deepest crimson pit of hell
in forever victorian fashion she hikes in full view
from the lowest valley of despair to the highest peak of sorrow
half timelady half piratess
she explores thoroughly
her open bosom in soft prune attire
short skirt, high heavy heels, heavy leathery mantel
dark boots of soft fabric, dark and rainbow hair
she follows her gentle path with strength
blue eyes, pale skin, cyanish undereye,
with allure and determination
in the deepest pit of hell
she goes hunting for truth
Prompt: by eryn
in the deepest crimson pit of hell
in forever victorian fashion she hikes in full view
from the lowest valley of despair to the highest peak of sorrow
half timelady half piratess
she explores thoroughly
her open bosom in soft prune attire
short skirt, high heavy heels, heavy leathery mantel
dark boots of soft fabric, dark and rainbow hair
she follows her gentle path with strength
blue eyes, pale skin, cyanish undereye,
in the deepest pit of hell
she goes hunting for truth
Prompt: It's been so long,
I don't know how I should keep going
Maybe it won't be possible
Maybe I can't be me anymore
You made me feel
All sorts of things
My heart keeps pounding
I hear my blood running through my ears
You made me feel
So many things
But mostly terror and fear
That took a dark turn, didn't it?
A woman with fiery eyes in the darkest of nights. She wears a dark blueish oversized hoodie over ragged jean shorts and overused thights and worn out leather waling boots. Her hair is messy and dark silver shines out of the rainbow. Oily water dripping off her hair and clothes. She waits in a dark alley and watches a decaying city of rooftops washed over by misery and hatred. Bags under eyes say she hasn't slept much lately. Hands in her pockets and heavy shoulders say she's suffering from it all. The moon is engulfed by the darkest of clouds, which are in fact cackling crows ready to eat the night up. Not much hope remains. In the background, a dark crimson red cloak is laying in the gutter at the foot of a broken cobblestone street lamppost. by eryn
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.
