Prompt: Two lovers standing beneath ancient pines, their hands gently tied together with rusted wire entwined with thorn vines, dried blood staining pale skin, faces calm rather than terrified, forbidden love sealed through an ancient woodland ritual, long dark clothing moving in cold wind, black branches surrounding them like cathedral arches, cinematic gothic fantasy, muted colors, atmospheric lighting, dark poetry illustration, highly detailed, haunting beauty, melancholy, dark romance.
(eNarth darkromantic vision, Dark cinematic painterly realism, gothic romanticism, dark folk aesthetic, museum-quality fine art, subtle oil canvas texture, dramatic chiaroscuro, atmospheric volumetric fog, poetic symbolism, haunting melancholy, muted palette of charcoal black, moss green, weathered silver and desaturated crimson, realistic natural textures, soft rim lighting, gentle backlighting, timeless atmosphere, intricate environmental details, cinematic composition, ultra-fine detail, masterpiece )
Prompt: PAGE 2 — „The Flowers” (based on the next half of the poem)
Panel 1 — Visual:
Zbliżenie na samotny grób żołnierza. Z ziemi wyrasta pierwszy żelazny kwiat — metaliczny, poszarpany, o płatkach przypominających odłamki.
Narration: Iron flowers blooming on the soldier’s grave.
Panel 2 — Visual:
Korzenie żelaznego kwiatu wplątane głęboko w mokre, ciężkie błoto. Wokół leżą fragmenty łusek i rdzawego metalu.
Narration: Petals of shrapnel, roots in the mud.
Panel 3 — Visual:
Deszcz miesza się z krwią, spływa po metalowych płatkach i wsiąka w ziemię.
Narration: Watered by sorrow and sanctified blood.
Panel 4 — Visual:
Spalona strona księgi niesiona wiatrem przez pole bitewne. Na horyzoncie widać zgliszcza i dym.
Narration: Written in ink on a scorched, final page.
Panel 5 — Visual:
Dzwony kościelne kołyszą się na wietrze. Niebo jest ciężkie, poszarpane, jakby świat miał pęknąć.
Narration: Dominus… Requiem… The world is thin.
Panel 6 — Visual:
Ogromne pole żelaznych kwiatów rozciąga się aż po horyzont. Każdy kwiat jest inny — skręcony, ostry, zimny.
Narration: Cold and divine, marking the end of your bloodline and mine.
Panel 7 — Visual:
Jeden żelazny kwiat w zbliżeniu. Jego metaliczny środek świeci słabo w zmierzchu — jak ostatni, cichy puls świata.
Narration: Even in silence, they bloom.
Prompt: PAGE 1 — „The Fields” (based on the first half of the poem)
Panel 1 — Visual:
A tank plowing through a field, soil exploding under its weight.
Narration: The fields are plowed by the weight of the tank.
Panel 2 — Visual:
A river blackened by soot, names of the fallen drifting like ash.
Narration: The names of the fallen are drawn in the bank of a river black with the sky’s soot.
Panel 3 — Visual:
A valley filled with smoke and bullets raining like a harvest.
Narration: A harvest of lead in the valley of breath.
Panel 4 — Visual:
Two silhouettes dancing in the ruins, shadows merging with death.
Narration: We dance a waltz with the shadow of death.
Panel 5 — Visual:
Children gathering twisted metal like crops.
Narration: The children reap what hatred has sown.
Panel 6 — Visual:
Generals praying in a massive stone cathedral.
Narration: The generals pray in cathedrals of stone.
Panel 7 — Visual:
The sky turning into a funeral shroud.
Narration: The sky is a shroud, the earth a cage.
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.
