Prompt: In a corridor of gleaming jade, carved with runes and pillars that stretch into phosphorescent shadow, a black-haired barbarian stands defiant, stripped to the waist and corded with scars. His whirling broadsword glows like banefire, casting bloody reflections across stone as he braces for the onslaught. Dust and fragments of jade crunch under his sandaled feet, shaken loose by the tremors of the monster that fills the passage.
The beast is a colossal pale worm, a segmented leviathan whose pallid body ripples with obscene power. Its slick, wet hide shines with toxic sheen, folds contracting like the muscles of a titan serpent. From its blunt, sensory-crowned head yawns a cavernous mouth, lipless and ringed with fangs that drip venom in long threads. As it lunges, the jade corridor shudders, pillars split, and shards explode outward in showers of green flame. The worm is not reptilian nor dragon-born, but a blind horror of pallor and scale, obscene in its mass and hunger.
The barbarian lowers into a warrior’s crouch, hair whipping about his shoulders, crimson blade raised in defiance. Lightning arcs through the ruins beyond, strobing the air in electric flashes that freeze each moment in brutal tableau: man silhouetted against pale colossus, jade splinters spinning through haze, crimson blade cleaving up into the monster’s segmented flesh. Venomous ichor fountains across carved walls, hissing where it eats into jade glyphs, filling the air with acrid stench. Every breath is peril; every step, a wager against annihilation.
Lighting is harsh, alien, theatrical: jade phosphorescence saturates the scene in green glow, lightning freezes figures in white glare, while the crimson sword is a singular blade of burning steel. Foreground: barbarian, crouched and braced in defiance. Midground: worm’s head, mouth cavernous and dripping. Background: jade corridor collapsing, carved reliefs dissolving in ichor. The tone is mythic and violent: the meeting of barbarian strength and primordial abomination, rendered in maximalist, pulp epic register.
--mod digital-illustration, --mod stylized-realism, --mod sword-and-sorcery, --mod heroic-framing, --mod chiaroscuro-lighting, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod narrative-consequence, --mod architectural-scale, --mod rubble-detail, --mod elemental-lightning, --mod toxic-venom-detail, --mod pulp-energy, --mod vivid-depth, --mod contrast-lock, --mod high-drama, --mod jade-corridor, --mod pale-segmented-worm, --mod venom-fanged-maw, --mod ichor-sizzling-glyphs, --mod barbarian-defiant-silhouette, --mod shattered-pillars, --mod phosphorescent-glow, --mod lightning-strobe, --mod scarred-muscular-form, --mod blind-horror-anatomy, --mod mythic-arena, --mod toxic-stench-atmosphere, --mod Howardian-register, --mod clash-of-flesh-and-stone
Prompt: In a corridor of gleaming jade, carved with runes and pillars that stretch into phosphorescent shadow, a black-haired barbarian stands defiant, stripped to the waist and corded with scars. His whirling broadsword glows like banefire, casting bloody reflections across stone as he braces for the onslaught. Dust and fragments of jade crunch under his sandaled feet, shaken loose by the tremors of the monster that fills the passage.
The beast is a colossal pale worm, a segmented leviathan whose pallid body ripples with obscene power. Its slick, wet hide shines with toxic sheen, folds contracting like the muscles of a titan serpent. From its blunt, sensory-crowned head yawns a cavernous mouth, lipless and ringed with fangs that drip venom in long threads. As it lunges, the jade corridor shudders, pillars split, and shards explode outward in showers of green flame. The worm is not reptilian nor dragon-born, but a blind horror of pallor and scale, obscene in its mass and hunger.
The barbarian lowers into a warrior’s crouch, hair whipping about his shoulders, crimson blade raised in defiance. Lightning arcs through the ruins beyond, strobing the air in electric flashes that freeze each moment in brutal tableau: man silhouetted against pale colossus, jade splinters spinning through haze, crimson blade cleaving up into the monster’s segmented flesh. Venomous ichor fountains across carved walls, hissing where it eats into jade glyphs, filling the air with acrid stench. Every breath is peril; every step, a wager against annihilation.
Lighting is harsh, alien, theatrical: jade phosphorescence saturates the scene in green glow, lightning freezes figures in white glare, while the crimson sword is a singular blade of burning steel. Foreground: barbarian, crouched and braced in defiance. Midground: worm’s head, mouth cavernous and dripping. Background: jade corridor collapsing, carved reliefs dissolving in ichor. The tone is mythic and violent: the meeting of barbarian strength and primordial abomination, rendered in maximalist, pulp epic register.
--mod digital-illustration, --mod stylized-realism, --mod sword-and-sorcery, --mod heroic-framing, --mod chiaroscuro-lighting, --mod atmospheric-depth, --mod narrative-consequence, --mod architectural-scale, --mod rubble-detail, --mod elemental-lightning, --mod toxic-venom-detail, --mod pulp-energy, --mod vivid-depth, --mod contrast-lock, --mod high-drama, --mod jade-corridor, --mod pale-segmented-worm, --mod venom-fanged-maw, --mod ichor-sizzling-glyphs, --mod barbarian-defiant-silhouette, --mod shattered-pillars, --mod phosphorescent-glow, --mod lightning-strobe, --mod scarred-muscular-form, --mod blind-horror-anatomy, --mod mythic-arena, --mod toxic-stench-atmosphere, --mod Howardian-register, --mod clash-of-flesh-and-stone
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.
