Prompt: Above the storm’s crown, the Skywell fortress floats in fractured majesty—a citadel of fused dirigibles and armored decks chained together in suspension, engines thrumming with plasma-blue fire. Its hulls are patched with centuries of repairs, each balloon and strut etched with battle scars and graffiti. Lightning coils around the structure like serpents guarding a throne. Beneath, the cloud sea seethes, and from that churning abyss rise the raiders of the lower skies.
The first wave erupts from the clouds: gliders built from salvaged wings and carbon filament, jetpack fighters trailing vapor, and assault craft firing plasma harpoons that crackle with contained lightning. They anchor themselves to the Skywell’s underside, magnetic tethers hissing as they bite into scorched metal. Defenders rush along catwalks suspended between hulls, rifles spitting tracer fire into mist. The battle becomes a storm within the storm—every movement painted in light and vapor.
Camera drifts through the chaos: a plasma harpoon impales a gasbag, igniting a halo of neon flame that blooms against the twilight sky. Below, the raiders’ gliders spiral through turbulent drafts, their wings folding and flaring like predatory birds. Above, the Skywell’s engines roar, venting gouts of plasma to maintain altitude. Chains strain and creak under the assault, each link glowing orange with friction heat. The fortress is both leviathan and labyrinth—its decks shaking under bombardment, its shadows alive with fire.
No one here fights for conquest. The defenders cling to the last safe airspace; the raiders climb for survival. The siege is gravity’s war against flight. As dusk deepens, both sides vanish into luminous stormclouds—the Skywell adrift, wounded but unbroken, its light diffusing through the maelstrom like a dying sun refusing to fall.
--mod plasma harpoon assault, --mod hybrid dirigible fortress, --mod chained airship citadel, --mod stormlight volumetrics, --mod vapor trail motion blur, --mod digital-illustrative cinematic realism, --mod hyperreal material fidelity, --mod AIVision optic discipline, --mod reflective armor surfaces, --mod low-angle kinetic composition, --mod Fossian industrial scope, --mod Mobius conceptual vastness, --mod flux-motion lighting verbs, --mod smoke and plasma color contrast, --mod mythic survival tone
Prompt: The Whispering Cloudbanks of the Dream-Gliders”
A realm of endless cloud plains populated by gliders who sleep while they fly. Their wings grow from dreams, and every descent is a journey into someone else’s subconscious. Homes float like bubbles and shimmer with the colors of REM sleep.
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.
