Prompt: Mysterious shadows, lurking in the darkness, elongated silhouettes, moonlit paths, hidden corners, eerie alleyways, glowing eyes in the darkness, shifting shapes, whispers of the night, surreal dreamscape, ethereal atmosphere, surrealistic interpretation, deep purples, blues, and blacks, dramatic contrast, soft moonlight, by Salvador Dali and René Magritte, Artstation.
Prompt: In the alleyways of forgotten dreams,
Where colors bleed and shadows scream,
A lone figure walks the broken path,
Tracing the steps of an ancient wrath.
Walls of crimson, walls of gold,
Stories untold in the cracks and the mold,
Each step echoes like a distant cry,
From the depths of time, where the memories lie.
The light bends and breaks, a fractured beam,
Illuminating the silent scream,
Of the city’s soul, lost and found,
In the labyrinth of streets where the ghosts abound.
Trees reach out with fingers of flame,
Whispering secrets, whispering names,
Of those who walked this path before,
In a world that exists no more.
And the figure, a shadow in the light,
Moves through the day, into the night,
Searching for something, or someone lost,
In the maze of dreams, where the lines are crossed.
For in this place, nothing is real,
Just echoes of what we used to feel,
A dream within a dream, we tread,
In the city of the living dead.
Prompt: In the alleyways of forgotten dreams,
Where colors bleed and shadows scream,
A lone figure walks the broken path,
Tracing the steps of an ancient wrath.
Walls of crimson, walls of gold,
Stories untold in the cracks and the mold,
Each step echoes like a distant cry,
From the depths of time, where the memories lie.
The light bends and breaks, a fractured beam,
Illuminating the silent scream,
Of the city’s soul, lost and found,
In the labyrinth of streets where the ghosts abound.
Trees reach out with fingers of flame,
Whispering secrets, whispering names,
Of those who walked this path before,
In a world that exists no more.
And the figure, a shadow in the light,
Moves through the day, into the night,
Searching for something, or someone lost,
In the maze of dreams, where the lines are crossed.
For in this place, nothing is real,
Just echoes of what we used to feel,
A dream within a dream, we tread,
In the city of the living dead.
Prompt: Narrow alleyways, bustling market stalls, locals in traditional attire, vintage lampposts, charming cafes with outdoor seating, cobblestone plazas, intricate ironwork on balconies, vibrant bougainvillea climbing walls, ancient stone fountains, wooden shutters on windows, distant church spires, cozy bookshops with colorful awnings, warm sunset glow, shadows casting on the streets, peaceful ambiance.
Prompt: Urban Overcrowding and Poverty
Digital art reflecting African home struggles can capture the challenges faced by families and communities across the continent.
Description: A digital painting of crowded slums with makeshift homes and people living in close quarters, conveying the struggles of urban poverty.
Example: The artwork might depict children playing amidst the rubble, adults working in informal economies, and overcrowded spaces, with a sense of community despite the conditions. Bold colors and sharp lines could emphasize the contrast between hardship and resilience.
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.
