Prompt: In a moonlit, crooked forest sketched in the style of Edward Gorey and Vania Zouravliov, a delicate Black cockatoo stands at the edge of a moss-covered stage carved into the roots of a hollow tree. Feathers are is a smooth, deep glint bronze with golden undertones, the sheen of polished wood layered with faint cracks and carved symbols. The wings move with quiet grace, connected by fine silver strings that trail up into the mist. The plumage is made of frayed velvet and torn brocade, plum, indigo, and ash, cinched at body with strands of tarnished wire. The is coiled into elaborate natural ridges, partially tied to strings, and the eye has a knowing, wise look. Around the cockatoo, other abandoned puppets lie collapsed in shadow, faceless and forgotten. The forest breathes with her, trees bowed inward, branches forming twisted cathedral arches. The atmosphere hums with sorrow and strength, part funeral, part ritual. The whole scene evokes the haunting beauty of a forgotten fairytale where the survivor does not break, she flys, and controls the strings now.
Prompt: "A beautiful dreamy ethereal Haute Couture puppet Lady with voluminous blonde hair, her arms and shoulders held by iridescent bubbles on strings", in a phantastic, bizarre world of illusion and surrealism landscape, Daniel Merriam, Nicoletta Ceccoli, Hieronymus Bosch, and Reylia Slaby style mix. Wet on wet aquarelle, pen and ink illustration, luminous iridescent dramatic sky with billowing clouds. Vibrand colours. By Susanne.
Prompt: The rusted chains of prison moons
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The keeper of the city keys
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants
The funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
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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.
