Prompt: Under the blazing twin suns of a forgotten world, a fierce and seductive warrior walks a winding road carved into sheer rock cliffs. Jagged mountains rise like the broken spines of giants, casting long shadows across the canyon path. She wears your signature outfit: a lace bustier and micro bikini bottom, now reimagined in rock-dust gray and scorched bronze, smudged with dirt and cracked with the sun’s fury. Her long coat flows behind her like torn banners—faded beige with frayed edges, lined with tribal markings, rust stains, and the red of ancient battles.
Her skin is sun-kissed and worn—marked with survival scars, freckles, and black ink tribal tattoos coiling across her shoulder, ribs, and thighs. Her right leg bears a rugged mechanical brace, etched with sharp mountain symbols and a scorpion insignia. Down her spine, a cyber-scorpion tattoo glows faint red, its segmented tail curving with each step.
Her hair is rough and windblown—black and sun-bleached, braided with fragments of bone, bullet casings, and copper wire. She wears combat boots reinforced with metal, leather wraps tied for grip on dangerous terrain. A curved blade is strapped to her thigh, and a sawed-off plasma pistol rests at her hip. One eye glows faintly—an ancient optic lens cracked from war but still scanning every cliff.
Rockslides smolder in the distance. Old broken machines rust along the mountain edge—memories of a dead war. Birds of prey circle above.
Her silhouette is a ghost in the shimmering heat.
She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t look back.
She is the vengeance of the cliffs—its myth, its shadow, and its silent wrath.
Full-body 9:16 vertical frame. Hyper-realistic.
Color palette: gray rock, bronze, rust red, ash, sun flare.
Mood: raw, cinematic, wind-blasted, dry survival fashion.
Vibe: Mad Max meets ancient mountain prophecy.
RY
Prompt: Under the blazing twin suns of a dead desert world, a fierce and seductive warrior walks through endless dunes. She wears your signature outfit: a lace bustier and micro bikini bottom, now reimagined in sand-gold and scorched bronze, dust-covered but gleaming with desert light. Her coat flows behind her like shredded banners—faded beige with tattered ends, lined with desert tribe symbols, bloodstains, and sand-worn embroidery.
Her skin is sun-kissed and marked with small scars, freckles, and survival tattoos—tribal ink running across her shoulder, ribs, and thighs. One leg has a mechanical brace with etched scorpion markings. A coiled cyber-scorpion tattoo crawls along her spine, its tail glowing faintly red. Her hair is wind-whipped—dusty black with sun-faded blonde streaks, braided tightly with bones, bullets, and copper wire.
She wears high combat boots wrapped with survival straps. A curved blade is strapped to her thigh, and a sawed-off plasma pistol hangs from her hip. Her eyes are intense—one dark, one replaced with a cracked but still-glowing optic lens. Sandstorms swirl in the distance. Broken machines and rusted ruins stick out of the dunes like tombstones.
As she walks across the ancient battlefield, her silhouette blurs from heatwaves. She leaves no trail. No mercy. Just legend. She is the desert's vengeance, its protector, and its executioner.
Full-body 9:16 vertical frame. Hyper-realistic. Color palette: desert beige, burnt gold, rust red, ash gray. Harsh sun, dry wind, dust clouds, gritty texture. Think Mad Max meets goddess-level fashion. - RY
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.
