Prompt: An avatar of Hastur, or possibly Nyarlathotep, who is the title character of [the] play. The King In Yellow usually takes the form of a gigantic human dressed in tattered yellow robes, occasionally with wings or a halo. It usually wears the Pallid Mask which conceals the hideousness of its appearance.
Prompt: Man wearing a flat featureless white mask. Long tattered, torn, frayed yellow robes. yellow tunic and yellow robes. Luminous wings and a halo. bizarre twisted symbols floating in the background. sinister. horror aesthetic. full body view.
Prompt: Man wearing a flat featureless white mask. Long tattered, torn yellow robes. Wings and a halo. bizarre twisted towers in background. sinister. horror aesthetic. full body view.
Prompt: A figure shrouded in a tattered, yellow cloak that seems to glow with an otherworldly light. The figure is tall and thin, with an elongated and angular head, giving the impression of a mask or a skull. The deep hood of the cloak obscures the face, but you can sense the evil intelligence that lies within.
In the figure's right hand, a twisted, ornate scepter is held, its jagged edges glinting in the unearthly glow. On the other hand, a book is clutched, bound in the same tattered yellow cloth as the cloak. Strange symbols and sigils are etched into the cover, and you can feel a sense of overwhelming dread emanating from the tome.
The figure stands at the center of a great void, with darkness stretching out in all directions around it. But as you look closer, you can see that the night is not empty but filled with writhing, amorphous shapes that seem to writhe and pulsate in time with some malign heartbeat. As you gaze upon the image, a sense of overwhelming dread washes over you. You feel as if the figure in the cloak is staring directly into your soul and that the void around it is waiting to swallow you up into its gaping maw. The yellow glow, see
Prompt: The king in yellow by Robert W. Chambers
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind* the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.
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.
