Prompt: Imagine a city perpetually cloaked in thick, opalescent fog that twists between dimensions. The buildings are both ancient and futuristic — obsidian temples covered in moss and neon signs, skyscrapers with ivy and alien circuitry embedded in their walls. Streets appear and disappear as the fog pulses, revealing new layers of reality, like flipping pages in a cosmic diary. Lights flicker not from bulbs, but from thought-responsive crystals embedded in the walls. The air tastes like ozone and memory.
Wandering the streets are the Aeon Striders — tall, cloaked beings with halos made of rings, each ring a floating reality they traverse. Their eyes glow like dying stars, and their staffs hum with dimensional resonance. Every step they take leaves behind fractal footprints that echo into eternity. Time works differently in this city: some alleys run backward, some plazas exist only when no one is looking. Marketplaces trade in ideas, emotions, and dreams, not goods. Cathedrals built for forgotten gods serve now as data hubs, where monks of light transcribe waves of time into holy scripts.
Prompt: Imagine a city perpetually cloaked in thick, opalescent fog that twists between dimensions. The buildings are both ancient and futuristic — obsidian temples covered in moss and neon signs, skyscrapers with ivy and alien circuitry embedded in their walls. Streets appear and disappear as the fog pulses, revealing new layers of reality, like flipping pages in a cosmic diary. Lights flicker not from bulbs, but from thought-responsive crystals embedded in the walls. The air tastes like ozone and memory.
Wandering the streets are the Aeon Striders — tall, cloaked beings with halos made of rings, each ring a floating reality they traverse. Their eyes glow like dying stars, and their staffs hum with dimensional resonance. Every step they take leaves behind fractal footprints that echo into eternity. Time works differently in this city: some alleys run backward, some plazas exist only when no one is looking. Marketplaces trade in ideas, emotions, and dreams, not goods. Cathedrals built for forgotten gods serve now as data hubs, where monks of light transcribe waves of time into holy scripts.
Prompt: Imagine a city perpetually cloaked in thick, opalescent fog that twists between dimensions. The buildings are both ancient and futuristic — obsidian temples covered in moss and neon signs, skyscrapers with ivy and alien circuitry embedded in their walls. Streets appear and disappear as the fog pulses, revealing new layers of reality, like flipping pages in a cosmic diary. Lights flicker not from bulbs, but from thought-responsive crystals embedded in the walls. The air tastes like ozone and memory.
Wandering the streets are the Aeon Striders — tall, cloaked beings with halos made of rings, each ring a floating reality they traverse. Their eyes glow like dying stars, and their staffs hum with dimensional resonance. Every step they take leaves behind fractal footprints that echo into eternity. Time works differently in this city: some alleys run backward, some plazas exist only when no one is looking. Marketplaces trade in ideas, emotions, and dreams, not goods. Cathedrals built for forgotten gods serve now as data hubs, where monks of light transcribe waves of time into holy scripts.
Prompt: A lighthouse stands tall on a rocky coast, its beam cutting through a heavy fog, but the lighthouse itself is adorned with Zentangle patterns, elegant spirals, and intricate contour lines. The artwork is rendered in beautiful acrylics, giving it a unique texture and depth. The scene is captured with a cinematic 35mm lens and V-Raptor technology, enhancing the overall visual experience. Cinematic film still, shot on v-raptor XL, film grain, vignette, color graded, post-processed, cinematic lighting, 35mm film, live-action, best quality, atmospheric, a masterpiece, epic, stunning, dramatic.
Prompt: A powerful witch confidently strides toward the camera, conjuring spells charmingly. Her neat, fashionable little hair frames her majestic face, coated in sophisticated makeup with mascara and reflecting eyes and an adorable little nose defined by dramatic chiaroscuro rim lighting. Engulfed in fog with Gothic Victorian structures in the background, crows fly around her. The witch wears a green dress embellished with intricate puffy sleeves, encapsulating a professional and majestic impressionism style reminiscent of Waterhouse, John Constable, and Jeremy Mann. The scene is colored vibrantly and trending on Art Station and CGSociety with an impressionistic influence from Makoto Shinkai. The painting, in high detail, is wrapped on a canvas, having a background that juxtaposes the classic and fantastical with perfectly realistic features without any bizarre distortions, all of which come together as a strikingly coherent and mesmerizing representation.
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.
