Prompt: On a black plain under a sky without stars, engineers tend a garden that never knew soil. Crystalline lattices rise from anchor plates, tall stalks of faceted glass-metal grown to exact resonance ratios, spaced across basalt like frozen music notation. In stillness they look inert, barely catching faint station light from horizon rigs, but their purpose lies in listening. Each lattice is tuned to a different band of gravitational frequency, joints able to flex microscopically when distant masses shift, when invisible tides roll through local spacetime. At rest the garden waits in near-dark, only small status LEDs winking at stalk bases, engineers walking slow paths between rows, checking tension, logging minute drift. Then a wave comes. It moves through plain and bone simultaneously—no wind, no tremor, just sudden motion in structures themselves as stems sway in unison, angles flexing by hair-widths. Light erupts along every stalk as stress crystals embedded in joints fluoresce under strain, illumination racing upward like rain falling in reverse, cascading through branching arms, refracting out into sheets of color that cross entire field. The garden sings: a chord built from photon and motion, each lattice contributing a note, engineers’ instruments translating oscillation into pitched data. They listen for pattern in that light-song, calling out intervals, marking rises, logging dissonant spikes where a stalk has slipped out of true or where wave carries an unfamiliar harmonic. Teams move quickly toward those discordant towers, pruning stressed branches with portable cutters, re-growing sections from seeded cores, retuning garden so next tide will ring cleaner. As glow fades and stalks still, black plain reasserts itself, quiet save for ticking of cooling braces and soft clatter of tools; yet tablets in engineers’ hands now hold fresh maps of far-off motions—collapsing binaries, drifting giants, collisions not yet visible to any telescope. They stand together at field’s edge, silhouettes small against rows of crystal shadows, waiting for next invisible surge that will decide if this night’s new harmonics are merely data or an early warning of something heavier pressing toward their system.
--mod black-plain, --mod basalt-hardpack, --mod crystalline-lattices, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod subtle-haze, --mod structuregrain, --mod hard-sci-fi, --mod quiet-awe-register, --mod hinge-before-consequence, --mod luminous-motion, --mod stress-crystal-fluorescence, --mod volumetric-light, --mod distant-station-glow, --mod viewer-perspective-lock, --mod negative-space-dominance
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.
