Prompt: A melancholy, young, barefoot woman with long, dark, unkempt hair, clad in a tattered, flowing white sundress with intricate lace trim, her feet bare and her toes curled as if rooted to the spot, stands in a state of quiet contemplation amidst the remnants of a crumbling plaster wall, its surface cracked and worn, with fissures that resemble the delicate patterns found on a seashell or the swirling vortex of a whirlpool, the plaster's surface worn smooth in some areas, while in others it's rough and pockmarked, with fragments of old plaster crumbling away like tears. Thorny vines, adorned with delicate, velvety roses and prickly thistles, twist and turn through her body, their stems and tendrils wrapping around her arms, legs, and torso like a living, breathing entity, one vine snaking up her arm to wrap around her elbow, while another wraps around her ankle, holding her in place as she gazes downward, her eyes cast downward in a mixture of sorrow and longing, her hand gently extended, cradling a single, delicate rose on a thorny stem that seems to grow organically from her wrist, as if the rose itself has been grafted onto her skin. The entire scene is rendered in warm, sepia-toned colors, with subtle hints of blue and green, evoking a sense of nostalgia and longing, on textured, aged paper that's worn and creased, with the faint scent of old books and parchment wafting up from its surface, the paper's texture rough and fibrous, like the skin of a well-loved book, the image imbued with a sense of depth and dimensionality, as if the plaster wall has been peeled away, revealing the intricate, swirling patterns beneath, like the delicate, swirling patterns found on a nautilus shell or the swirling clouds of a summer storm. The chiaroscuro lighting is dramatic, casting deep shadows into the cracks and crevices of the plaster wall, while highlighting the soft, rounded contours of the woman's form, her features delicate and heartbreakingly beautiful, her expression a poignant blend of sadness and resignation, as if she's been forever frozen in this moment of quiet contemplation, the scene a masterful blend of surrealism and emotional realism, a haunting, dreamlike vision that's both beautiful and heartbreaking, a true work of art that invites the viewer to step into its haunting, melancholy world.
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.
