Prompt: As the sun set and cast long shadows over the landscape, the Flowerbinder was still standing in his flower shop. But instead of colorful flowers, her surroundings were now filled with paper, scissors and glue. Her hands, still supple and precise, moved quickly and rhythmically as she created a work of art of a very different kind.
She was in the process of completing a bald eagle, a majestic bird with a wingspan of over two meters. It was made of white cardboard, carefully cut and shaped to reproduce every detail of its powerful body and sharp beak. The sea eagle flew over a blue background, its yellow eyes staring intently down at a glistening salmon in the water below
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With each cut and fold, the sea eagle came to life. The flower binder smiled as she admired her handiwork. It was more than just a paper sculpture, it was a tribute to the beauty and power of nature.
She imagined the sea eagle gliding through the air, its wings catching the wind. She watched it dive into the water, its sharp claws gripping the salmon.
She felt the thrill and joy of the hunt, the triumph of catching prey.
The sea eagle was a symbol of freedom, strength and independence. It was a reminder that even in a world of colors and flowers there was also room for the wild and majestic.
When she was finally done, she put the sea eagle on a shelf in the store.
It lit up in the dim light, a proud figure against the dark background. The flower binder knew that this creation would bring joy to all who saw it.
She was not just a flower arranger, she was an artist. She created beauty from both flowers and paper, and she shared her joy with the world in every possible way. Tonight she wasn't just happy,
she was proud. Proud of his talent, proud of his creativity, and proud of having created something that would inspire others.
Prompt: In a dream world where the moon cast a silver glow over the landscape, the Flowerbinder flew high above the forest. She sat on the back of the white giant eagle she had created, its wings carrying her silently through the silent night.
The stars shone like diamonds in the black sky and the cool air brushed her face. She felt free,
like the bird she rode on, and her heart was filled with indescribable joy.
Suddenly she heard a whistle in the distance. The eagle turned its head and flew towards the sound, and soon they came to a clearing in the forest. There, in the middle of the clearing, stood a boy wearing green clothes and a pointed hat. He smiled at the Flowerbinder with a twinkle of adventure in his eyes.
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.
